Chapter 2317: True Immortal Descends Che Qizi

Han Li's sleeve imperceptibly twitched again, and he pointed a finger into the void below.

With a soft "thud," the Green Cord instantly transformed into a fine thread, then tightened abruptly.

The colossal turtle-beast disintegrated into countless pieces of flesh that scattered downwards.

Just then, a ripple spread across the lake's surface, and a pristine white alms bowl silently emerged. It spun once, then expanded to the size of an acre.

As the turtle-beast's flesh fell from the sky, not a single piece missed, all dropping into the bowl.

Han Li beckoned with a single hand.

The white alms bowl flashed with light and shot directly towards him, blurring as it reverted to its original size mid-flight.

Han Li gripped the air with five fingers, and the alms bowl settled steadily into his palm.

He calmly swept his divine sense over it, and moments later, a look of extreme satisfaction appeared on his face.

Indeed, given its massive size, even if the Xuanwu's true bloodline wasn't particularly potent, refining it would yield enough for the cultivation of the Startled Dragon Art.

Han Li flipped his palm, and the jade bowl vanished into his storage bracelet. He then glanced at the golden spiritual herb, pondered for a moment, and finally raised his hand to snatch it.

This herb was of little use to him, but it was exceedingly rare for some exotic beasts, which explained why all the powerful beasts in the vicinity had been drawn to it, leading to such a brutal struggle.

If he encountered a suitable person, it would make for an excellent item for trade.

Han Li then released a stream of silver flames, incinerating all the beast carcasses on the lake's surface into ash. Threads of glowing light emanated from his body, indicating his intention to depart.

But just then, a low hum emanated from him.

Han Li was initially startled, but a smile soon curved his lips. With a flip of his hand, an egg-sized white crystal sphere appeared in his palm.

Hues of light flowed unevenly across the crystal sphere's surface. Upon closer inspection, countless tiny specks of light could be seen flickering within these hues.

After gazing at the crystal sphere for a moment, Han Li stomped his foot, transforming into a streak of green light that pierced the air and soared away.

His direction was now vastly different from before.

Almost simultaneously, millions of miles away from Han Li's location, above a desolate plain, a dazzling white light was streaking through the sky at an incredible speed.

About a dozen miles behind the white light, a rumbling sound shook the heavens. A vast, blue-green mist, almost connecting the entire sky and land, surged forward, its speed no less than that of the white light, and even subtly faster.

The two, one in front and one behind, traversed thousands of miles in an instant.

Before long, the distance between them narrowed to within ten miles.

At this point, a low, sinister chuckle emerged from the blue-green mist. The mist at the front violently churned, then suddenly solidified, forming the ethereal images of a colossal emerald-green scorpion and a pale-blue giant toad.

The scorpion's phantom image simply swung its massive hooked tail, instantly unleashing a dark-green beam of light.

The other blue giant toad's phantom image opened its mouth wide, and the surrounding few miles of heaven and earth suddenly dimmed. The void ahead abruptly tightened, seemingly bound by a mysterious force, causing the white light's escape to slow by more than half.

As a result, the dark-green beam of light flickered once and silently reached the white light's rear, poised to strike it hard.

But at that very moment, an enraged roar erupted from within the white light. Suddenly, countless five-colored runes surged forth. After a violent tremor, it broke free from the binding force of the void.

A thunderclap sounded.

A crimson arc of electricity shot out from the white light, striking the dark-green beam.

This seemingly insignificant strike, after a muffled thud, forcibly dispersed the beam.

At the same time, several urgent incantations emanated from the white light. With a sudden shudder, the white light vanished from its original spot.

The next moment, a ripple appeared in the void about a dozen miles away, and the white light coalesced and reappeared.

Now, it was finally possible to see clearly.

Within the white light, an elderly figure held a small white banner in one hand and a dark-red small hammer in the other.

It was none other than Mo Jianli, the Human Race's Grand Ascension stage cultivator.

However, at this moment, half of Mo Jianli's body was entangled with an unknown green mist, while the other half was covered by a layer of strange blue ice. A hint of solemnity was etched on his face. He merely turned his head to glance at the mist sea behind him, then without hesitation, urged his escape light forward, flying away like lightning.

The phantom images of the giant scorpion and toad behind him flickered and dispersed. The blue-green mist continued to roll forward in relentless pursuit. In this manner, almost every so often, Mo Jianli in the white light would be approached by the mist, forcing him to repeatedly activate the two exotic treasures in his hands, unleashing red lightning to barely repel the attacks from the phantom images in the mist and regain some distance.

Such a chase had lasted for an entire day and night.

Even with Mo Jianli's Grand Ascension stage cultivation, constantly employing such secret techniques and divine abilities had depleted nearly half of his magical power.

If he hadn't sensed Han Li nearby with his artifact shortly before, he might have had to resort to life-preserving methods that would severely damage his true essence.

However, millions of miles was not a great distance for beings of their level.

As Mo Jianli once again used his treasures to repel the entanglement of the two giant beast phantoms, a spiritual light appeared in the sky ahead. A streak of green light emerged, shooting directly towards him.

Upon seeing this, Mo Jianli was overjoyed. He immediately stopped using his teleportation ability to move from his spot. Instead, he abruptly tossed the small white banner in his hand above his head.

The small banner revolved once, and waves of white light surged down, instantly transforming into a thick light screen that protected him in place.

The deep-red small hammer in his other hand was then fiercely struck into the void behind him.

With Han Li's aid, he naturally intended to teach his pursuers a good lesson, to avenge his previous desperate escape.

A thunderous explosion, as if heaven and earth were crumbling, resounded.

The thick dark clouds that had permeated the sky were forcibly split apart by a world-shaking force. A crimson lightning bolt, hundreds of feet long, flashed down with lightning speed, striking the giant toad.

This phantom image swayed, countless deep-red electrical threads shooting out from its body. With a "thud," it flickered and dispersed.

But strangely, the other giant scorpion phantom also suddenly let out a painful hiss. After rolling on the ground, it actually disintegrated into mist on its own.

The rolling blue-green mist began to contract towards the center. Moments later, after the mist completely vanished, the true form of the hidden entity was finally revealed.

It was a monster about a dozen feet long, with a scorpion's body and a toad's head, its two eyes blood-red.

This monster also had a pair of enormous wings on its back, appearing both real and ethereal, with countless human faces subtly twisting and writhing upon them.

The monster's eyes gleamed with cold light, and it let out a few strange croaks as it stared at Mo Jianli. However, from its peculiar giant wings, a low, sinister cackle emanated.

The moment this cackle reached Mo Jianli's ears, his eyelids drooped, and he felt his divine sense grow heavy, on the verge of falling asleep.

"This is bad!"

Mo Jianli secretly cursed. He clearly understood the dire situation and wanted to mobilize his divine sense to resist, but his whole body felt sluggish, unable to mobilize even a single wisp of it.

He silently groaned, realizing that he and his opponent had been chasing and entangled for so long, yet he had not known that the other party possessed such a bizarre soul-seizing secret art.

At this moment, the monster with the scorpion body and toad head shook its giant wings, instantly transforming them into two vague, several-foot-long giant blades, which slowly descended to strike Mo Jianli.

Its movements appeared incredibly slow, but in the blink of an eye, they reached Mo Jianli's head and effortlessly merged into his protective light screen.

At this, Mo Jianli's face truly changed dramatically.

In his extreme anxiety, just as he was about to desperately activate his Nascent Soul to unleash a life-or-death technique, a ripple appeared behind him, and a surprised voice came:

"Oh, what kind of monster is this? It seems a bit strange."

As soon as the voice fell, thunderous roars erupted from behind, and countless golden arcs of electricity spewed forth from the source of the voice, fiercely striking the two bizarre giant blades.

It was Han Li, who, seeing the unfavorable situation, had promptly used his divine ability to teleport behind Mo Jianli, unleashing his Evil-Dispelling Divine Thunder to help him block this fatal blow.

A mighty rumbling sound filled the void.

As soon as the golden arcs of electricity made contact with the giant blades, they seemed to be their natural bane, instantly extinguishing most of the blue-green mist swirling around them.

The two giant blades themselves let out a mournful wail, then blurred and vanished into thin air.

The next moment, the blue-green mist on the opposite monster's back churned, and a pair of giant wings reappeared, but visibly smaller than before.

The scorpion-bodied, toad-headed monster's blood-red pupils contracted, and its gaze towards Han Li vaguely revealed a hint of fear.

At this moment, Han Li had already gently patted Mo Jianli's shoulder with one hand.

Immediately, a refreshing sensation swept through various parts of the other party's body.

Mo Jianli felt a surge of energy; his previous heavy, sleepy sensation instantly vanished, and he regained control over his divine sense.

"Thank you, Brother Han. You must be extra careful. This monster is the 'Crying Child,' a well-known fierce beast even in the ancient Asura Realm. Its poisonous gas is so potent that even a Grand Ascension cultivator trapped within it would turn into a pool of blood within an hour and a quarter," Mo Jianli hastily thanked him and warned.

"So it's this ancient fierce beast. No wonder even fellow Daoist didn't dare to directly confront it. However, those ancient texts never mentioned that this fierce beast also possesses such a domineering soul-reaping technique," Han Li said, suddenly enlightened. Yet, instead of fear, a hint of interest appeared on his face.

His body swayed, and he blurred, appearing in front of Mo Jianli, carefully scrutinizing the Crying Child a few times.

"This... I'm not entirely sure either. After all, such creatures are only occasionally recorded in ancient texts; perhaps it was simply omitted. If not for that, I wouldn't have nearly suffered such a great loss just now," Mo Jianli hastily took out a medicine bottle, swallowed a few pills to restore his magical power, and then replied with a bitter smile.