Chapter 2472: True Immortal Descends Whereabouts

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"I'm surprised something like this exists; I'd like to give it a try. But before that, I want to attempt soul-searching. Ling Wang, do you have any objections?" Han Li said with a light chuckle, stroking his chin and looking the handsome young man up and down in the ice peak.

Ling Wang was momentarily stunned by these words. After his eyes flickered for a long time, he finally spoke with a hint of grimness:

"If you can immediately slay this fiend, it would remove a major hidden danger for me, which would naturally be excellent. However, if it involves soul-searching, there's no chance of success unless your spiritual sense is truly much stronger than its."

"Oh, what if I insist on trying?" Han Li asked indifferently, his brow furrowing slightly.

At this, Ling Wang's expression truly changed dramatically.

"Very well. If Fellow Daoist Han is truly confident in possessing such great divine abilities, I naturally won't stop you. But in any case, this immortal was personally suppressed by the King. If you proceed so forcefully, shouldn't you at least offer me a reasonable explanation?" Ling Wang finally let out a light breath, a hint of sternness appearing on his face.

"What kind of explanation does Fellow Daoist Ling want?" Han Li's expression remained completely normal.

"I've heard rumors outside that Fellow Daoist Han is already the foremost Mahayana in the Spirit Realm. I have lived for quite a long time myself and am confident I possess some divine abilities. If you can take three of my moves without dodging or evading, why wouldn't I hand this immortal over to you completely?" Ling Wang finally dropped his polite demeanor.

"Haha, Ling Wang, you've said much, but these words are most to my liking. We cultivators should naturally see the weaker submit to the stronger. If I can't withstand two of your moves, I'll turn and leave immediately, never to bother you again." Han Li laughed instead of getting angry.

"Since that's the case, Fellow Daoist, let's move to another location. Our fight must not affect the seal here." Ling Wang said without any hesitation.

"Naturally, I'll defer to Fellow Daoist Ling's arrangements," Han Li said, nodding with an uncommitted expression.

Upon seeing this, Ling Wang flicked his sleeve, transforming into a strangely cold rainbow that shot towards the exit.

Han Li's body flickered, turning into a faint phantom that followed closely behind.

About the time it takes to steep a cup of tea later, all the Spirit Race guards on Mt. Fuling suddenly felt two muffled rumbling sounds faintly emanating from somewhere deep within the mountain, causing the entire sacred mountain to tremble slightly.

The Spirit Race people, startled, couldn't help but exchange bewildered glances.

Although they knew this was certainly related to Han Li, who had just entered, what precisely happened inside was naturally beyond their imagination.

And without a direct order from Ling Wang himself, they naturally dared not go to investigate anything.

In a hall deep within Mt. Fuling, the light barrier that had originally enveloped the entire space now shattered into countless specks of white light.

On opposite sides of the hall, Han Li and the old man faced each other from afar, their expressions strikingly different.

Han Li appeared calm, with his hands clasped behind his back, showing no signs of abnormality whatsoever.

Opposite him, Ling Wang's aura was noticeably stronger than before. Behind him, a pale silver Buddha statue covered in demonic eyes had appeared, yet his face was exceptionally grim. Around him, a circle of glittering short blades was embedded, perfectly encircling him.

In the void between the two, a massive, dark blade, over ten zhang long, floated in mid-air. However, its pointed tip was conspicuously missing. The severed edge was as smooth as a mirror, as if it had been cleanly cut by something.

"Fellow Daoist has already made two moves. Now you can make your final one," Han Li said unhurriedly.

"Never mind, there's no need for a final move. Fellow Daoist Han's divine abilities are indeed more formidable than the rumors suggest. Even if I were to strike again, it would only be to humiliate myself," Ling Wang said, his expression suddenly relaxing into a wry smile.

He then flicked his large sleeve and performed a hand seal with one hand.

The black giant blade, the glittering short blades, and the silver Buddha statue behind him all vanished in a flash as he collected them.

"Hehe, Ling Wang, you're too modest. You didn't unleash your true ultimate abilities just now, did you? Otherwise, I wouldn't have been able to withstand your first two moves so easily," Han Li chuckled.

"I do indeed have a few life-preserving divine abilities, but then again, when did you unleash your true capabilities, Fellow Daoist? Regardless, I am thoroughly convinced this time. The True Immortal I suppressed is now yours to deal with. However, I have one condition: if you truly have the ability to slay this immortal, you must do so in my presence. Otherwise, I cannot rest easy," Ling Wang stated, his expression becoming serious once more.

"That's absolutely no problem. I recently refined a treasure that might just come in handy for this," Han Li readily agreed, adding with a meaningful tone.

Although Ling Wang was somewhat puzzled by his words, seeing that the other party had agreed to his condition, he felt a surge of joy. Without further thought, he simply beckoned and led Han Li out of the hall.

Half a month later, a restriction on Mt. Fuling suddenly parted, and a green rainbow shot out from it. After a flicker, it disappeared into the giant black boat that had been hovering high in the nearby sky.

Moments later, the black giant boat rumbled and then flew off into the distance.

At the same time, Han Li, sitting in the lowest secret chamber of the ship's cabin, toyed with a small greenish-blue bottle in one hand, his expression somewhat fluctuating between cloudy and clear.

Two days prior, relying on his formidable spiritual sense, he had indeed succeeded in soul-searching the sealed immortal, just as he had anticipated.

No, it would be more accurate to say that the soul-search was only half successful.

Although he successfully infiltrated the immortal's spiritual sea, he was startled to discover that most of their crucial memories were blocked by some mysterious energy.

And after exploring the accessible parts of the spiritual sense, the moment he slightly touched these blocked memories, the immortal's head immediately exploded like a watermelon. Not only did the sealed immortal's spiritual essence and soul instantly turn to nothing, but even their physical body was reduced to ashes by this bizarre power.

This outcome not only greatly surprised Han Li but also left Ling Wang, who was watching from the side, utterly dumbfounded.

Even so, through the partial memories he had managed to probe, Han Li finally understood the general relationship between the small bottle, the immortal himself, Ma Liang, and the Nine Yuan Temple. He even obtained a piece of exceptionally crucial information.

"That bottle spirit might actually be hidden in the Demon Realm," Han Li murmured to himself, falling back into deep thought.

Although he hadn't discovered how the immortal had stolen the Sky-Palm Bottle or why he had defected from the Nine Yuan Temple, he did understand why the Sky-Palm Bottle had split into two parts and fallen into the lower realms.

While in the Immortal Realm, to escape the pursuit of the Nine Yuan Temple, this sealed immortal had once used a Grand Teleportation Talisman, acquired at immense cost, to try and escape to another immortal domain.

However, during the teleportation, the talisman's power was inexplicably affected by some mysterious force. Not only did the immortal fail to successfully teleport, but they strangely fell directly from the Immortal Realm, being forced down into the lower realms.

During this process, the Sky-Palm Bottle, which had only been temporarily sealed by them, suddenly began to struggle violently.

Although greatly alarmed, he hastily used various secret arts to suppress it, but it was already too late. The bottle spirit unleashed an unknown innate divine ability, splitting directly into two and escaping its confines, falling into different realms.

Fortunately, in a moment of quick thinking, the sealed immortal desperately cast a tracking spell on the bottle spirit from a distance.

This way, even if he couldn't immediately catch up to the bottle spirit, the crucial mark remained, ensuring he could always re-locate and retrieve it.

And as long as he could retrieve the bottle spirit, using its sensory connection with the main body, it wouldn't be impossible to recover the entire Sky-Palm Bottle.

Unfortunately, although this True Immortal had planned meticulously, he was severely wounded by the power of the realm when he fell into the Spirit Realm. Not only was his physical body almost completely destroyed, but his divine abilities were also greatly diminished.

In his helplessness, he had no choice but to hide beneath the sea, slowly reforging his True Immortal body with substitute spiritual materials and gradually restoring his former divine abilities.

During this period, he cast the tracking spell more than once. After a series of investigations, he was finally able to confirm that the bottle spirit was hidden in the Demon Realm, which was extremely close to the Human Realm.

He had also used temporary clones many times to secretly traverse most of the Spirit Realm, searching for various spiritual herbs that would be of great use to him.

He had even secretly infiltrated the Guanghan Realm on Thunderous Continent once.

The silver lotus pod Han Li had taken from that realm was highly beneficial for solidifying his True Immortal body. However, at that time, it wasn't quite ripe enough for harvesting, and other spiritual herbs were of no use to him, which was why he had left them in their original locations.

This immortal naturally never could have imagined that countless years later, Han Li would boldly break in and unceremoniously harvest that spiritual herb.

This, naturally, infuriated the sealed immortal to no end!

This was why, as soon as he had reforged his immortal body, and even before his magical power had fully recovered, he hastily emerged from his undersea palace and set out to find Han Li. However, due to his carelessness, he was instead captured near the Human Race territories by Ling Wang, who possessed a deep understanding of the Immortal Realm and immortals.

As Han Li recalled this, he couldn't help but feel a profound sense of emotion. With a slight movement of his wrist, a faint sound of liquid flowing emanated from the greenish-blue bottle in his hand.

This liquid was not the usual cultivation fluid, but a single drop of spiritual blood painstakingly extracted from the sealed True Immortal beforehand.

With this spiritual blood, he could also employ the immortal's tracking spell.

This way, he was confident that if the bottle spirit truly was in the Demon Realm, he could accurately locate it through casting the spell.

The thought of the Sky-Palm Bottle restoring its true form and the various heaven-defying divine abilities it might possess made Han Li's heart burn with excitement.

"The Demon Realm... it seems I'll have to make a trip there very soon," Han Li mused to himself.

Just then, a faint dragon's roar suddenly emanated from his body.

Han Li's heart jolted upon hearing this. He quickly put away the small bottle in his hand, then flicked his other sleeve. Instantly, a gleaming silver scale flew out, spun once, and then halted precisely in front of him.