Chapter 2376: Eight Ghosts Devouring Buddha Diagram

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"The junior able to stand here is naturally also a member of the Merchant Alliance, and I am here by the order of Lord Biying, the General Executor of Xutian, to invite Senior Han for a talk," the cold and beautiful woman replied respectfully.

"Biying? Although this is the first time I've heard that name, since you are the general representative of your alliance on this continent, I presume you are also a renowned figure in Xutian. Does Fellow Daoist Bi have something important to discuss with me?" Han Li asked in return, his gaze flickering slightly.

By this point, how could he not realize that news of his arrival had been leaked to them? It must have been Ming Zun who informed them; otherwise, how could they have "intercepted" him so perfectly?

"This, I do not know. I am merely here on orders to invite you, Senior, to come over. If Senior Han has any questions, you can personally ask Lord Biying at that time," the cold and beautiful woman replied without hesitation.

"Hehe, Fellow Daoist Bi sent you to invite me. Did he not give you any other instructions, just assuming I would definitely agree to meet?" Han Li sneered upon hearing this.

"Before I came here, Lord Bi handed me an item, instructing me to personally deliver it to you, Senior," the cold and beautiful woman said, a flicker of unusual expression crossing her face.

"An item? Take it out; let me see," Han Li said, narrowing his eyes.

"Yes, Senior, please see." The cold and beautiful woman, without hesitation, flicked her sleeve and immediately produced a scroll as fresh red as blood, which she presented with both hands.

Han Li made a gesture with one hand, and the blood-red scroll flashed, landing in his grasp. After sweeping his divine sense over it, his brows furrowed slightly, but he unrolled it without hesitation.

On the unrolled scroll was shockingly inscribed a pitch-black, ink-like image of "Eight Ghosts Devouring Buddha."

Eight ferocious evil spirits with green faces and fangs, some baring their fangs and brandishing their claws, others holding bone forks and bone staffs, completely surrounded a monk with a blurred face. It was as if they would dismember and devour the monk alive in the next moment, an incredibly lifelike depiction.

Han Li held the scroll by both ends, gazing at the image of the evil spirits. His expression remained unchanged, but he felt a slight puzzlement in his heart, wondering what Lord Biying's intention was in showing him such a picture.

Just then, with a whoosh, a streak of blood-red light suddenly shot out from the scroll's surface, sweeping directly towards Han Li.

Han Li was momentarily startled. His divine sense instantly swept over the blood light. After a brief moment of contemplation, he surprisingly neither dodged nor evaded, allowing it to envelop him, and in a flash, he was pulled into the painting.

Xue Po, Zhu Guo'er, and the others standing nearby were all startled by this sight.

Old Ancestor Huashi's expression changed dramatically, and with a shake of his shoulder, several streams of black mist immediately spewed out from behind him, transforming directly into pitch-black giant pythons several dozens of feet long. They glared fiercely at the cold and beautiful woman.

He looked as if he would immediately unleash the giant pythons to attack if the other party made any other move.

"Fellow Daoists, don't panic. Senior Han is perfectly fine. This is merely Lord Biying's way of ensuring secrecy; he used a wisp of his divine sense to summon him into the painting. He will be out in a moment," the cold and beautiful woman said with unusual calm, waving her hand at Old Ancestor Huashi.

"Is that truly so? If anything goes wrong with Master Han inside, don't blame me for being ruthless," Old Ancestor Huashi said sharply, with a hint of doubt in his voice.

"If Senior Han doesn't come out in a while, feel free to come find me," the cold and beautiful woman said with a smile.

"Brother Hua, the other party doesn't seem to be lying. Let's just wait for a while. With Senior Han's divine abilities, even if he truly encounters something, he will certainly not be in danger," Xue Po slowly added after his eyes flickered a few times.

Old Ancestor Huashi found these words reasonable. Only then did he withdraw the giant pythons he had conjured and stood silently to the side, his expression grim.

Zhu Guo'er, standing nearby, looked worriedly at the evil spirit painting suspended in the air.

At this moment, the eerie painting was already enveloped in a blood-red light. As soon as anyone's divine sense touched it, it was immediately repelled, making it impossible to penetrate even slightly.

Furthermore, wafts of a bloody aura drifted out from this eerie painting.

The few remaining foreign cultivators not far away, upon seeing this situation, hurriedly conversed among themselves a few times before quickly flying away from the area, appearing terrified of being implicated.

However, the round-faced man who called himself Fang Jin had been watching the scene with a faint smile.

Simultaneously, within a mysterious space inside the evil spirit painting, Han Li looked with slightly furrowed brows at an old monk in grey robes, who was meditating with his eyes closed.

From his attire and appearance, this monk was precisely the figure previously seen in the painting, surrounded by the eight ghosts.

However, the monk was completely motionless, like a wooden sculpture.

If the monk was here, then where were the evil spirits?

Han Li's thoughts turned, and his gaze swept around him.

All he saw was a dense, blood-red mist, thick as paste, surrounding him within a radius of about a dozen feet.

Amidst the surging blood mist, faint wisps of malevolent qi seeped out. As soon as his divine sense touched it, it sank as if encountering something intensely cold.

A trace of surprise couldn't help but flash across Han Li's face.

Just then, a mighty roar echoed from the blood mist. The mist then parted, and eight ferocious evil spirits, dozens of feet tall, rumbled out from within. These spirits were bare-chested, wore animal skins around their waists, and were covered in strange demonic patterns and peculiar horns. As soon as they emerged from the blood mist, they immediately surrounded Han Li.

"Fellow Daoist Biying, what is the meaning of this?" Han Li's expression darkened as he suddenly turned to the monk in front of him and spoke coldly.

"Oh, how did Fellow Daoist Han know I was here?" The monk's body trembled slightly, and he actually opened his eyes. His pupils were unusually cloudy, as if he had just woken up.

"Fellow Daoist, you jest. Although I haven't been in the Mahayana stage for long, how could I not have encountered this kind of soul-splitting and possession technique before? I originally thought you would reveal a magical artifact to discuss some secret matter, which is why I allowed you to cast your spell and draw me in. But now, seeing the appearance of these ghostly beings, it seems somewhat different," Han Li said indifferently.

"Fellow Daoist Han, please don't misunderstand. I did indeed summon you in to tell you something. However, this matter is of great importance, and I must first verify if you truly have the qualifications to know about it. These eight conjured Yellow Spring Ghost Kings, although not very strong, control genuine Yellow Spring Underworld Wind. Ordinary cultivators, if they even touch a wisp of it, will instantly have their flesh melt and bones vanish. Even typical Mahayana Daoists encountering this can only retreat and dare not force their way through. If you can move freely within the Yellow Spring Yin Wind and endure for fifteen minutes without using any treasures or magical artifacts, then you will have passed our test. Afterwards, I will certainly offer you tea and apologize, telling you everything truthfully. If you cannot do it, I can only send you out of the painting, and we shall consider that nothing ever happened," the monk said expressionlessly.

Almost simultaneously, after the eight evil spirits let out a low growl and opened their mouths wide, pitch-black, ink-like Yin Wind immediately surged out from them. It instantly formed a huge wall of wind that completely blocked the surrounding void and rolled directly towards Han Li.

"Yellow Spring Underworld Wind, and I have to stay inside for fifteen minutes without any magical artifacts! Interesting! But this is also quite an underestimation of me," Han Li said nonchalantly, a flicker of surprise in his eyes as he gazed at the rolling Yin Wind.

With a "boom."

Han Li performed no hand seals or spells, yet the instant the rolling black wind reached him, a layer of golden light suddenly appeared on his body.

The black winds, about ten feet away, all paused and were forcibly held in place by the golden light, unable to advance even an inch further.

"Indeed, an excellent divine ability. But Fellow Daoist, do not be too careless. This Yellow Spring Yin Wind grows stronger when it encounters powerful opponents and weaker when it encounters weak ones; its power is not merely this much," the monk said expressionlessly, his pupils contracting slightly at the sight.

"Is that so? If this Yellow Spring Yin Wind is truly so peculiar, I'd be happy to experience it for a bit longer," Han Li said indifferently, looking at the black Yin Wind not far away.

The instant his words fell, the Yin Wind suddenly intensified dramatically, and an incredibly immense force surged out from within it.

Upon encountering this immense force, the golden light emanating from Han Li's body was, with a series of "cracking" sounds, actually squeezed and forced backward.

Although it only retreated about half a foot before being blocked again by the now brighter golden light, it still caused Han Li's eyes to flash.

"These Yellow Spring Yin Winds are indeed quite interesting. I'll collect some for research; Fellow Daoist wouldn't mind, would you?" Han Li suddenly said.

"Oh, if Fellow Daoist truly possesses such great divine ability, feel free to collect these Yin Winds. I have plenty of them," the monk replied with a low chuckle, a hint of surprise in his voice.

"Since Fellow Daoist has said so, I won't stand on ceremony," Han Li said with a faint smile, forming a hand seal with one hand.

With a whoosh, a golden halo flashed behind Han Li, and a three-headed, six-armed golden Dharma idol condensed out of thin air.

This Dharma idol was several tens of feet tall, its body covered in countless golden runes, emitting an astonishing light that was impossible to look at directly. The moment it appeared, it immediately raised its six arms and began chanting incantations.

With a "boom," six golden orbs of light suddenly appeared in its palms and shot out as they rapidly expanded. They instantly gathered into a mass in front of Han Li, transforming into an enormous golden vortex.

"Absorb!"

Han Li pointed a finger at the vortex in the void and called out with a somewhat solemn tone.

A mighty roar immediately rose from the vortex. Countless golden runes floated out from it, while several immense currents of suction swept forth.

An astonishing scene unfolded.

Those seemingly incomparably fierce Yin Winds, upon encountering the suction force from the vortex, surprisingly, as if meeting their bane, instantly transformed into wind pillars and were sucked in.

Several black wind pillars rolled and vanished into the golden vortex, disappearing instantly as if ten thousand rivers were flowing into the sea.

The enormous black wall of wind was completely scattered and absorbed in an instant, with very little left.

Even the eight evil spirits, desperately spewing black wind, were pulled by this suction force, unable to stand firm, and began to move closer to the golden vortex, appearing utterly unable to break free.