Chapter 2297: True Immortals Descend The Birth of the Insect King

Half a day later, in a heavily restricted secret chamber on Saint Island, Han Li sat cross-legged on a futon. Before him, a milky-yellow light cluster gently floated in the air, faintly revealing a fist-sized, pale yellow gourd within.

This item was one of the three most top-tier treasures Han Li had obtained from the Crying Spirit Secret Trove.

The other treasure, a cyan ancient halberd, he had given to Silvermoon.

The last top-tier treasure was the "Ink Spirit Sacred Ark"!

The cyan ancient halberd, which had an unknown fragment of a Profound Sky Treasure integrated into it, possessed several exceedingly strange metal and wood elemental powers.

As for the Ink Spirit Sacred Ark, not only was it colossal in size and astonishingly fast, but it also possessed the immense divine ability to tear through space. Compared to its reputation as one of the top three flying treasures in the Demon Realm, it certainly lived up to its name.

Only this yellow gourd, whose crafting material was unknown, naturally possessed the ability to absorb spiritual power. Furthermore, its lid was so firmly attached to the gourd's mouth that it seemed to be a natural growth, making it impossible to open by conventional means.

For a time, Han Li was unable to discern what was contained within the gourd, nor could he ascertain its true purpose.

However, when he gripped the upper part of the gourd and gently shook it, a thunderous rumble echoed from within, indicating that its contents were most likely extraordinary.

The mysterious nature of this gourd naturally piqued Han Li's curiosity.

When he first acquired this item in the Demon Realm, he simply swallowed it whole and diligently refined it day and night using his true essence.

After many days of such efforts, the treasure was finally mostly refined by today, meaning it should now be truly openable.

After staring at the gourd with shimmering eyes for a moment, Han Li formed a hand seal with one hand, and his ten fingers instantly flicked out in succession.

A series of "pffft" sounds erupted!

Dense, multicolored runes shot out. After a fleeting flash, they vanished into the gourd.

"Open!"

Han Li let out a low cry, forming an exceedingly strange incantation seal with one hand. Then, a golden light flashed behind him, and a golden phantom with three heads and six arms emerged. Between its brows, a mass of black energy surged forth and then solidified into a dark, spectral eye.

After the spectral eye flickered wildly with black light, a tearing sound echoed, and a dark crystal thread shot out from the eye, coiling around the gourd's mouth.

The entire gourd trembled, and its lid tumbled down from the top, as if by magic.

A great roar erupted!

Specks of yellow light surged out, instantly transforming into dense, earthy yellow sand particles.

Each of these sand particles was remarkably crystalline, with faint wisps of yellow energy lingering around them.

Such a vast quantity emerging all at once formed a misty, earthy yellow sand cloud, about ten feet in size, that floated high in the air, appearing utterly unremarkable.

Han Li initially showed a hint of surprise. However, after his spiritual sense swept through the yellow sand cloud, his expression instantly shifted to astonishment.

"Ferocious Golden Gang Sand, it's actually this kind of treasure. And it's been meticulously re-refined. It seems to have completely merged with this gourd. It's truly fortunate that the Crying Spirit Saint Ancestor was able to collect so much of this peculiar item," Han Li murmured, unable to resist grabbing at the yellow sand cloud in the air.

With a loud "hissing" sound, an invisible suction force instantly swept towards the yellow sand cloud.

With a "boom," specks of crystalline light flashed within the yellow sand cloud. Each particle spun rapidly, coalescing into a single crystalline sand sphere that instantly became incredibly heavy.

After the sand sphere appeared, the sand cloud became immensely heavy. It moved only a short distance before coming to a grinding halt at its original position.

Witnessing this, Han Li couldn't help but feel a little moved.

Although his previous grab had not even utilized a tenth of his physical divine power, its might was so immense that even cultivators at the Integration Stage would not dare to directly withstand it. Yet, it proved ineffective against a mere sand sphere.

This demonstrated the peculiar nature of the Ferocious Golden Gang Sand.

Han Li, who had learned about this rare material from ancient texts, knew that its most formidable aspect was not what he had just seen, but rather two other terrifyingly powerful abilities.

"This is quite an unexpected bonus! However, this item can only unleash its full twelve-tenths of power in my hands. If it were anyone else, even the Crying Spirit Saint Ancestor, they probably couldn't display even half of its might," Han Li muttered to himself with a faint smile. He then seized the gourd from the air, chanted a few incantations, and swung the item in his hand towards the distant sand cloud.

With a "whoosh"!

The sand sphere instantly disintegrated on its own, submerging back into the rolling sand cloud.

The sand cloud blurred, then instantly transformed into a gigantic yellow python that lunged towards the gourd.

A roar emanated from inside the pale yellow gourd, sucking the yellow python in. At the same time, a shimmering light swirled around its top, and the previously fallen lid mysteriously reappeared, becoming identical to its original state.

With a flick of his sleeve, a golden light swirled, and the gourd in his hand disappeared.

After putting away the treasure, Han Li quietly sat in the secret chamber, closing his eyes to meditate and regulate his energy.

An hour later, when he opened his eyes again, he flicked his wrist, and a dark, circular ring silently shot out.

Han Li silently recited several incantations, then repeatedly pointed his finger at the ring.

Amidst a furious flash of golden light, a dark object shot out from the ring. After a shimmer, it floated motionlessly at a low altitude.

It was an insect egg, jet-black in color and covered with delicate purple patterns, and it was as large as a watermelon, quite immense in size.

Han Li gazed at the giant egg, his brows furrowing slightly. With a subtle gesture of one hand, he drew the object through the air to hover close before him.

He splayed his fingers and placed one hand on the black insect egg. Then, with narrowed eyes and slightly moving lips, he seemed to be probing it with some secret technique.

A moment later, Han Li's expression changed, revealing a mix of surprise and delight:

"It's just about to hatch. Very well, I'll give it a hand."

No sooner had he spoken than Han Li took a deep breath. Immediately, the five fingers pressed against the insect egg glowed brilliantly with golden light, and an immense surge of true essence rapidly poured into it.

The previously unremarkable insect egg now had its purple patterns gleaming brightly on its surface, while its size fluctuated, rapidly swelling and shrinking.

Moments later, a "thumping" heartbeat began to emanate from within the insect egg.

Starting faint, the thumps grew louder, one after another, becoming increasingly distinct.

Han Li's eyes flickered, and the pure true essence surging from his palm continued unabated, like a flood bursting through a dam.

A full hour later, the black insect egg violently shattered inch by inch amidst frantic flashes. Simultaneously, a golden light shot out from within. After a blur, a three-inch-tall violet-gold figure appeared high in the air.

This small figure possessed complete limbs, and its eyes gleamed like jade. Yet, it had no beard, hair, mouth, or nose, with only a faint golden shimmer visible where its face should be.

"This is the legendary Gold Devouring Beetle King!" Han Li exclaimed, looking at the violet-gold figure with a somewhat strange expression.

But in the next moment, the violet-gold figure's previously vacant gaze shifted slightly and suddenly fixed on Han Li.

Almost simultaneously, Han Li felt a chill on both sides of his neck as two foot-long golden lights flashed into existence without any warning, rapidly twisting towards the center.

Han Li's face changed, but his entire body blurred, vanishing from his spot like a ghost.

The two golden lights crossed, instantly flashing through the empty space at an incredible speed, then blurred and vanished.

With a ripple, Han Li's figure appeared in another corner of the secret chamber.

But upon his reappearance, he wore an astonished expression, and suddenly moved a hand to touch his neck.

As a result, on both sides of his seemingly smooth neck, faint lines of blood emerged. Though extremely shallow, they looked as if a sharp blade had just grazed him.

For Han Li, with his formidable physical body, to be so easily wounded was truly an unexpected turn of events!

Han Li's heart was greatly alarmed. After his gaze swept back to the violet-gold figure not far away, his expression involuntarily turned somewhat solemn. Suddenly, he opened his mouth, bit his tongue, and sprayed out a glob of vital blood, simultaneously pointing a finger rapidly into the air.

The glob of vital blood spun rapidly, mysteriously transforming into an unknown crimson rune in mid-air. Under Han Li's urging, it swelled dramatically to the size of a dipper and began to flicker erratically, alternating between dimness and brightness.

At the same time, the violet-gold figure's body trembled, and a similar pea-sized rune appeared between its brows, fleetingly vanishing into its head.

Han Li let out a low cry, and the violet-gold figure's body hunched and began to tremble violently, as if suffering some intense, direct pain.

But in the next moment, the small figure suddenly straightened its body with a jerk, and its ten fingers sliced through the air towards Han Li.

Ten dazzling sword lights, each about ten feet long, instantly appeared before Han Li and struck down like lightning.

Before the sword lights even truly touched Han Li's body, streams of chilling air swept down, and his protective spiritual barrier proved utterly incapable of blocking them.

Even with Han Li's current cultivation, upon contact with this chill, he couldn't help but shiver, and his limbs instantly became incredibly sluggish.

Just as the ten incredibly bright sword lights intertwined and were about to brutally cleave Han Li into a dozen pieces, a cold snort suddenly echoed.

Upon hearing the snort, the violet-gold figure felt its head violently resonate as if struck by a massive hammer. Its body staggered, nearly causing it to fall from the air.

Affected by this, the ten dazzling sword lights dimmed and became chaotic.

Seizing this opportunity, Han Li merely twisted his body, transforming into a bolt of lightning that escaped the sword lights and calmly reappeared in another spot not far away.

Almost simultaneously, the dipper-sized crimson rune also transformed into a ball of crimson light and shot directly towards Han Li.

Han Li's eyes suddenly lit up. Between his brows, countless spiritual energy crystal threads burst forth and swiftly vanished into the crimson rune hovering nearby.

The previously flickering rune instantly solidified, becoming stubbornly motionless.

At this moment, the violet-gold figure suddenly let out an extremely piercing shriek, then, with a "thud," directly toppled over.