Chapter 2095: Twofold Illusory Howl

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However, the long-haired man was, after all, a Soul Integration stage cultivator who had been famous for many years. The moment a strange emotion arose, he immediately noticed its unusualness. He instantly bit his tongue hard, spitting out a mouthful of vital blood.

The next moment, with the help of the intense pain, his consciousness finally returned to normal. But his gaze towards the white-clad woman was filled with terror, as if looking at a venomous scorpion.

“Great Ascension power! You are a Demon Ancestor!”

Although the long-haired man’s magic power was greatly diminished, his divine sense was still as strong as ever. Yet, with just one encounter with the white-clad woman, he was affected to such an extent. This was definitely not something a Soul Integration stage cultivator could achieve. He naturally immediately thought of the beings he least wanted to encounter in the Demon World.

“Demon Ancestor! You could say that. I have some questions for you. If you cooperate honestly, I will let you die painlessly and even leave you a chance for reincarnation. If you refuse, I will have no choice but to use some special methods to make your soul scatter completely, and you will vanish forever.” The white-clad woman was naturally Ancestor Baohua, who had been following Han Li and the others. She asked the long-haired man indifferently.

“Since I have fallen into your hands, Senior, I have nothing to insist on. Please ask away.” The Lin family cultivator’s expression fluctuated for a while before he finally said with a bitter smile.

“You are quite sensible. Now release your primordial spirit.” Ancestor Baohua smiled faintly, a smile that momentarily dulled the radiance of a hundred flowers. But then she immediately raised a jade finger and pointed it at the man in the flower tree.

With a soft *whoosh*!

A ball of pink spiritual light shot out. With a flash, it transformed into a shimmering, strange flower and plunged into the long-haired man’s forehead.

The man’s expression changed drastically. After a slight hesitation, he still sighed and gave up resisting, fully releasing his primordial spirit. At this moment, he could only bet that this Demon Ancestor, valuing her status, would not go back on her word and would leave him a chance for reincarnation.

The next moment, the man’s eyes became dull, his gaze grew dim. Several strange pink demonic runes appeared on his forehead, flickering with an eerie light, alternately dimming and brightening.

The ugly burly man standing by looked at the long-haired man's current state, and a sneer appeared on his face.

After a full fifteen minutes, the white-clad woman raised an eyebrow and effortlessly formed a hand seal. The pink flower tree light mist that had been restraining the long-haired man suddenly swelled, and with a series of soft sounds, it transformed into clusters of pink flames, instantly reducing his body to ashes.

Only a single white light remained unharmed within the flames. It eventually shot skyward with a mournful cry, and vanished after a flash at over a hundred *zhang* in height. Ancestor Baohua paid no heed to any of this. She simply extended her hand, which was still forming the seal, forward and made a grasping motion in the air.

With a *swoosh*!

A strange pink flower floated out of the flames, flew directly towards the white-clad woman, and finally settled slowly into her palm before vanishing with a flash.

Several identical pink demonic runes appeared on the white-clad woman’s face. As a crystalline light swirled in her eyes, she closed them. As the demonic runes flickered, the woman's face was devoid of any expression, as if she had turned into an ice sculpture.

The black-armored burly man took a few steps and stood beside the woman, standing dutifully with his hands clasped.

Half an hour later, the woman's eyelids fluttered, and she opened her beautiful eyes again, revealing a pair of eyes as dark as stars.

“Ancestor Baohua, have you obtained any useful information?” Seeing this, the black-armored man carefully asked.

“Yes, I’ve obtained some! Although not a lot, I finally learned their motive for entering the Sacred Realm: it's for the Spirit Cleansing Pool and the Pure Spirit Lotus, those two items. This is truly unexpected!” Ancestor Baohua said thoughtfully.

“Spirit Cleansing Pool, Pure Spirit Lotus? What are those things that they would risk so much for them?” The black-armored man became puzzled.

“The number of people in the entire Sacred Realm who know about these two items does not exceed ten. Even some Demon Ancestors are completely unaware of them. It’s not surprising that you don’t know,” the woman calmly replied.

“Then what’s so extraordinary about these two items that they make these Spirit Realm cultivators flock to them like this? They must be quite significant.” The black-armored man's eyes darted around as he asked with some curiosity.

“You don’t need to worry too much about this. While these two items are incredibly mysterious to people from the Spirit Realm, they are harmful and useless to our Sacred Race,” Ancestor Baohua replied indifferently, as if seeing through the burly man’s thoughts.

“Since they are useless to our Sacred Race, I’m not very interested in them.” The burly man grinned, scratching the back of his head as he replied.

At this point, Ancestor Baohua no longer continued the conversation on this topic. Instead, her eyes flickered as she said indifferently:

“Since I know their purpose for this trip, I also have a good idea of where they intend to go. For the time being, we don't need to follow them into the Mirage Howl Desert; we can just wait for them directly at their destination. When I returned to the Sacred Realm this time, I had originally planned to visit some old friends after finishing this matter. Now, it seems I can do so a little earlier.” Ancestor Baohua looked up at the sky, a strange glint flashing in her eyes as she spoke.

“No matter where Ancestor Baohua goes, your subordinate will follow to the death!” The black-armored man declared loudly without hesitation.

Ancestor Baohua showed a hint of satisfaction, but then suddenly remembered something and gave an instruction: “That other human girl is still useful to me. Later, bring her with you when we set off, and don’t harm her life yet!”

“Understood!” The burly man was slightly surprised, but he quickly bowed and replied.

The white-clad woman nodded. After turning her head to glance twice at Mirage Night City, a strange smile appeared on her face. Then, she suddenly waved a sleeve in front of her.

Immediately, pink petals flew out, and after twirling, instantly transformed into a towering column of wind. From within it, faint sounds of wind and thunder could be heard.

The black-armored burly man witnessed this sight. With one hand, he unhesitatingly made a grasping motion in the air towards a nearby pit. Then he stomped his feet violently on the ground. His body flickered, and he followed into the wind column like a crossbow bolt.

After a muffled sound from the pit, a petite figure flew out and instantly vanished into the wind column. It was none other than Zhu Guo’er, her face full of fear.

The wind column roared, then suddenly swelled and burst open. Amidst the scattering pink light dots, there was no longer any trace of the three figures.

Two days later, in the evening, on an unassuming mound at the edge of the Mirage Howl Desert, two eight-legged demonic lizards were calmly kneeling in the sand. On the backs of the demonic beasts, two figures sat steadily.

One wore a long green robe; the other was an old man in scholar’s robes. They were Han Li and the old Spirit Race scholar, ‘Holy Spirit.’ Both sat cross-legged on the eight-legged demonic lizards with calm expressions, not conversing, as if waiting for something. Both of them had been arranged by Old Ancestor Long to guard this place in advance, specifically to rendezvous with the other members of their operation. And these two demonic lizards were naturally the ones Han Li had obtained from the Bai family.

After an unknown period of time, a spiritual light flashed in the sky from the direction of Mirage Night City, and several faint streaks of light appeared with a flash, shooting directly towards Han Li and the old scholar. Both Han Li and the old scholar’s expressions subtly changed.

After a few flashes, the streaks of light descended, and the figures of the Feathered Garment Maiden, Saintess Qianqiu, and others immediately appeared on the mound. Han Li’s gaze swept over the group, then he smiled and spoke:

“Fellow Daoists, it seems the operation went quite smoothly.”

“Brother Han, you’ve seen through it. Without those two Demon Venerables guarding the Zhao family, how could mere restrictions stop our combined efforts? On this trip, we obtained a total of eight demonic lizards, enough for each of us to have one, with one eight-legged demonic lizard left over as a spare!” The Feathered Garment Maiden said with a charming smile. From her manner of speaking, it was clear that their previous operation had been very easy.

“That’s good. Now we just need to wait for Fellow Daoists Long Wu and Bai Qi to return. With their late-stage Soul Integration divine abilities, shaking off the two Demon Venerables shouldn’t be too difficult!” Han Li nodded and said with a smile. But his gaze unconsciously flickered to the Spirit Race youth named “Zhi Shui,” and he secretly frowned. It seemed the chilling aura around this Spirit Race Holy Spirit was a bit stronger than before.

But the Spirit Race youth was expressionless, with wisps of cold air emanating from him, ignoring Han Li’s gaze, appearing very sluggish and numb.

“Haha, Brother Han, no need to worry! Long and Fellow Daoist Bai have already shaken off those two Demon Venerables from the Zhao family.”

From high in the sky, Old Ancestor Long’s hearty laughter suddenly rang out. Following a spatial fluctuation, Old Ancestor Long, with a face full of smiles, and a streak of shimmering white light appeared simultaneously.

“So Fellow Daoist Long has also arrived. I wonder where those two Demon Venerables from the Zhao family are now?” Han Li asked, raising an eyebrow, his eyes slightly bright.

“Fellow Daoist Han, rest assured! They have been led by us into a carefully pre-arranged magic formation. Without at least a full day and night, it will be impossible for them to escape.” “Bai Qi,” from within the white light, replied directly and indifferently.

“Excellent! Since everyone is here, let’s bring out all the eight-legged demonic lizards and set off immediately!” Saintess Qianqiu said with great joy.

“Sister Qianqiu’s words are exactly what I was thinking!” The Feathered Garment Maiden from the Ye family also readily agreed.

The others naturally had no objections. Immediately, the Feathered Garment Maiden and Saintess Qianqiu each raised a hand and instantly released several demonic lizards. Old Ancestor Long and the others successively mounted the demonic beasts. The group immediately galloped into the Mirage Howl Desert, and after a short while, completely disappeared into the gray, dusty winds.

One day later, at the edge of the sky, sounds of air being torn suddenly came. Two masses of black light, faintly glowing with crimson, descended from the sky. After a flash, on the mound where Han Li and the others had been, two emaciated old men in brocade robes suddenly appeared. Both were livid with rage, emitting thick black malevolent aura.

“Their aura seems to have lingered here for a bit. They must have entered the Mirage Howl Desert.” One old man looked around, then raised his head to look at the gray sandy ground not far away, his expression extremely grim as he spoke.

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