Chapter 578: Eight-Gate Golden Light Mirror

**A Record of a Mortal's Journey to Immortality, Volume 4: Winds Rising from Overseas**

Focusing intently on the descending giant bell, Han Li gently pointed his single hand at the ancient basket treasure in front of him. The white mist it had transformed into instantly shot upwards.

Simultaneously, a deep, muffled clang resonated from the giant bell.

The sound wasn't loud, but Han Li, standing directly beneath the bell's opening, felt his mind go blank and his body sway, almost causing him to collapse.

It was that sound-based attack he detested the most!

Han Li cursed silently but didn't dare to delay, immediately urging the ancient treasure hovering above him.

With a flash of light, the basket's original form appeared within the white mist.

The basket then spun rapidly, emitting a white glow that instantly enveloped the silver bell, beginning to pull it inside.

The silver bell naturally wouldn't submit so easily. It emitted dazzling silver light all around, and its chimes rang out continuously, one after another. However, because it was completely enveloped by the white mist, Han Li, though still feeling somewhat uncomfortable, was at least able to stand steady, unlike before.

At this point, Han Li stopped paying attention to the two ancient treasures above him and shifted his gaze back to the man opposite him.

The Six Paths Young Master, whose expression had regained its composure, was contemplating the scene where his True Devil Avatar had just been destroyed by the golden arc. His expression shifted, and he abruptly stared at Han Li.

"Demon-Slaying Divine Thunder! You possess a Golden Thunder Bamboo artifact!" Wen Tianren's voice was suddenly filled with shock and fury.

Other than the rumored Demon-Slaying Divine Thunder, which specifically countered demonic arts and evil sorcery, he couldn't imagine what other kind of lightning arc could possess such heaven-defying power to instantly shatter his True Devil Avatar. The Golden Thunder Bamboo—a substance that had once caused a storm of bloodshed—had reappeared, and it had even been refined into an artifact by the person before him. This truly astonished the Six Paths inheritor.

Hearing Wen Tianren utter the name "Demon-Slaying Divine Thunder," Han Li's expression subtly changed, but after a cold chuckle, his face remained impassive. He merely urged the basket artifact above him, intending to retrieve the silver bell first.

Seeing this, Wen Tianren naturally knew his guess was correct, and his face paled slightly.

As the inheritor of the foremost figure in the demonic path, his understanding of the Demon-Slaying Divine Thunder far surpassed that of ordinary cultivators. He harbored extreme dread towards this divine lightning.

Moreover, after witnessing his Six Extremes True Devil Arts rendered utterly defenseless against the divine lightning, he realized that the rumors about this divine lightning's suppression of demonic arts were not exaggerated in the slightest. As long as his opponent possessed this lightning, it would be enough to nullify most of his demonic spells.

Wen Tianren took a deep breath, glancing at the expressionless Han Li. His face became as dark as water, and a flicker of unease crossed his mind.

He vaguely felt that the person opposite him was destined to be his lifelong archenemy. Not only were his cultivation and artifacts no weaker than his own, but with the Demon-Slaying Divine Thunder, he was also completely restrained in his techniques. This was something he absolutely could not tolerate!

"No matter the cost, I cannot let him leave this island alive today. Only when the Golden Thunder Bamboo artifact is in my hands can I truly feel at ease," Wen Tianren thought ruthlessly, staring at Han Li. Meanwhile, the stunning young woman standing further away was utterly dumbfounded by the continuous spell-casting and artifact battles between Han Li and Wen Tianren.

This young woman had already guessed Han Li's true identity when he summoned the Gold Devouring Beetles. Naturally, she was extremely surprised!

In just a few decades, Han Li's cultivation had astonishingly soared from the early Core Formation stage to the late stage. This was truly hard for her to believe. However, she then recalled the rumors that the legendary Void Heaven Cauldron seemed to be in Han Li's possession, which brought her some relief.

Even so, she had initially not been optimistic about the battle between Han Li and Wen Tianren. She had only expected Han Li to last for a short while before being utterly defeated and fleeing. But to her complete surprise, the battle had reached a point where Han Li actually held a significant advantage. Especially when Han Li's faint golden lightning arc appeared, shattering Wen Tianren's demonic arts in one blow, it left the beautiful young woman utterly stunned, feeling as if her mind wasn't working properly.

Demon-Slaying Divine Thunder! She had recognized the origin of the golden lightning arc almost before Wen Tianren did.

Because she had personally given Han Li that half-section of thousand-year-old Sky Thunder Bamboo back then. But how had it now become ten-thousand-year Golden Thunder Bamboo? Had Han Li obtained new Sky Thunder Bamboo materials from elsewhere? This was the only explanation she could come up with at the moment.

This stunning young woman was, naturally, Fairy Zi Ling, whom Han Li had parted ways with at the Void Sky Palace.

Her appearance had significantly changed, and she was unexpectedly with Wen Tianren, seemingly somewhat unwillingly. Who knew what other stories lay behind this!

Now, Fairy Zi Ling bit her pearly teeth, her beautiful eyes fixed unblinkingly on the distance, vaguely feeling that this struggle seemed destined to continue.

Seeing the silver bell about to be drawn into Han Li's basket, Wen Tianren's expression finally shifted. The golden glow between his eyebrows suddenly became dazzling, then extended and retracted as if solidifying.

In the blink of an eye, a small, exquisite horn abruptly emerged from Wen Tianren's brow. It shone with brilliant golden light, covered in intricate, abstruse runes. It displayed no trace of demonic aura; instead, it seemed filled with pure spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

Gazing at the opponent's strange horn, Han Li's eyes narrowed slightly, and his heart tightened.

Without hesitation, he pointed at the two distant green giant swords, sending out two more incantation gestures.

After a buzzing sound, the green giant swords disassembled, reforming into over twenty small swords. These smaller swords, propelled by the Sword Shadow Splitting Light Art, once again transformed into three streams of sword light. Instead of advancing, they swarmed back, instantly flying to Han Li's side, swirling and hovering in front of him, forming another layer of defense.

"Good, very good! I didn't expect to be pushed to such an extent. I originally believed that among Core Formation cultivators, no one in this world could be my match, apart from those old devils in the Nascent Soul stage. But now, it seems I was indeed somewhat arrogant and complacent. However, this is also good; meeting you now can be considered my fortune. Otherwise, once you enter the Nascent Soul stage, eliminating you would be far more troublesome," Wen Tianren said calmly, his expression suddenly peaceful, completely ignoring Han Li's actions.

With a golden horn appearing between his brows, he seemed instantly filled with confidence. The faint trace of panic that had previously shown vanished without a trace.

Han Li's face remained impassive, but his spiritual sense had already swept over his opponent.

As a result, apart from the strange horn on Wen Tianren's brow, there were no signs of a sudden surge in cultivation or other unusual changes.

Han Li frowned, a hint of doubt arising in his mind, making him even more vigilant.

He didn't believe that his opponent's previous words were mere bluster. There definitely had to be some trick to this golden horn.

Before Han Li could resolve his doubts, Wen Tianren spread his hands, and eight clusters of golden flames shot out consecutively from his sleeves.

These golden flames, as small as fists, shone brilliantly and dazzlingly, rapidly spinning around Wen Tianren.

Seeing his opponent release something else from his person, Han Li sighed inwardly, feeling somewhat frustrated and annoyed.

He knew very well that while the number of treasures he possessed was certainly rare among cultivators of the same stage, it was undoubtedly still a significant disadvantage compared to his opponent. After all, with his opponent's prominent status as the Young Master of the Stellar Reversal Alliance and the inheritor of the foremost figure in the demonic path, acquiring treasures would naturally be an effortless task.

He couldn't continue to contend with his opponent treasure for treasure; he had to find a way to either trap him or deliver a decisive killing blow.

Unbeknownst to Han Li, as he thought this, almost the exact same idea surfaced in Wen Tianren's mind. He, too, felt a certain apprehension towards Han Li's endless array of techniques. Therefore, at this moment, he simply stopped using other treasures and directly unleashed his ultimate hidden trump card: these eight clusters of golden flames.

At this moment, their brilliant flames extinguished, revealing eight ancient mirrors crafted from what appeared to be pure gold. These mirrors were palm-sized; one side was smooth as water, with subtle golden light flowing within, while the other side was wrinkled, uneven, and quite unsightly.

Upon seeing this, a strange glint flashed in Han Li's eyes. He vaguely felt as though he had heard of these ancient mirrors before, but he couldn't recall them at the moment.

"Eight-Gate Golden Light Mirrors!" A cry of surprise came from behind Wen Tianren, followed by a sudden "Ah!" as the sound abruptly ceased.

Han Li was startled and his gaze swept over, revealing the beautiful young woman, covering her cherry lips with one hand, gazing at the golden ancient mirrors with a shocked expression.

"Eight-Gate Golden Light Mirrors?" Han Li pondered the somewhat familiar name for a moment, then suddenly remembered the origin of these small mirrors. His heart sank, and a feeling of dread washed over him.

"Since my companion has already named these mirrors, I presume you now understand their power. Now, you can die without regrets!" Wen Tianren tilted his head slightly, giving Fairy Zi Ling a meaningful look, then turned back and spoke coldly. The golden horn between his brows flashed, and a thin golden light suddenly shot out, hitting the mirror closest to him. It then quickly bounced to the adjacent small mirror.

In the blink of an eye, it bounced eight times. After each bounce, the golden light grew slightly stronger, and by the time it emerged from the last golden mirror, it had become as thick as a baby's arm.

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