Chapter 710: Limit of Ten Thousand Feet

**Volume 5: Gaining Renown**

A Record of a Mortal's Journey to Immortality

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As Han Li's figure shot out of the hall door, an earth-shattering roar erupted from behind him. Startled, Han Li quickly turned his head to glance back.

He saw that the Jade Pagoda behind him had suddenly exploded into pieces. Then, a golden sun, about ten feet in diameter, abruptly rose from the ruins. Faintly, a figure flickered at the center of the golden sun, appearing to be Marquis Nanlong himself, who had seemingly cast some unknown secret technique.

Han Li's heart tensed at the sight!

The Jade Pagoda was definitely not an ordinary building; otherwise, he would have easily pierced through its walls and escaped earlier. Yet, it had now collapsed under a single blow from Marquis Nanlong.

It seemed these Nascent Soul cultivators, when fighting desperately, were truly formidable!

As Han Li thought this, he had already teleported to the center of the hall he had come from. He looked at the walls, which had already sealed themselves on all sides, and without hesitation, raised a hand. With a flick of his finger, a several-foot-long green light shot out, striking the stone wall opposite.

With a 'puchi' sound, a bowl-sized hole was pierced through the wall, but then a flash of white light occurred, and the hole instantly vanished.

Han Li frowned at this, and just as he was about to try another method, his expression suddenly changed, and he immediately spun around.

His movements were as swift as a phantom's.

Just a few feet behind him, Marquis Nanlong stood silently, his body enveloped in dazzling golden light, but his face was pale and his aura extremely depleted.

Han Li expressionlessly glanced behind him. At the location of the pagoda, a huge golden bowl floated upside down in mid-air. Golden mist enveloped the area below it, with black and white lights flickering non-stop inside, and the faint sound of thunderous explosions could be heard.

Seeing this, a hint of surprise flashed across Han Li's face.

Marquis Nanlong, using some unknown heaven-defying divine ability, had actually trapped Wang Tiangu, the elder surnamed Yun, and others there temporarily, while freeing himself.

“This outer restriction can only be quickly undone with a Mountain-Splitting Banner. Fellow Daoist Han, I only have one such banner, so it will take some time. Please trouble yourself to stall them for me. Although my ancient treasure is powerful, it can't trap them for long. In a flash, they might break free.” Marquis Nanlong forced a smile. With a flip of his hand, a small yellow banner spun continuously in his palm. He then began to chant an incantation, seemingly confident that Han Li would definitely act as requested.

After his gaze flickered a few times, Han Li, without hesitation, patted his storage bag with one hand, and a jade-green formation plate appeared in his palm.

It was the same magical artifact he had used to break the Grand Myriad Divine Restriction.

He remained silent. Swiftly, he drew several green runes, then blew on them. These runes drifted gently onto the formation plate, causing it to immediately emit a brilliant green light.

“Rise!” Han Li formed a hand seal with both hands and spoke coldly.

Except for the wall directly facing Marquis Nanlong, the previously vanished blue crystalline walls reappeared, sealing off the main hall's entrance once more.

“Fellow Daoist, can you control the Grand Myriad Divine Restriction?” Marquis Nanlong's incantation paused involuntarily when he saw this, and he spoke with a hint of surprise.

“The power of the restriction I can unleash is less than one-tenth of its original strength. It won't be able to trap them for long either. Brother Nanlong, you'd best open a path before they break through,” Han Li said with a serious expression, showing no sign of triumph.

Upon hearing this, Marquis Nanlong realized that the crystalline walls were indeed much dimmer than what he had seen before. His look of joy immediately vanished. He flung the small banner, and it transformed into a yellow streak of light that drilled into the wall and disappeared. Then, his incantation resumed.

At the same time, a thunderous roar came from within, and Han Li's crystalline walls flickered with blue light. The explosive booming sounds also clearly emanated from inside.

It seemed Wang Tiangu and the others had already broken through Marquis Nanlong's ancient treasure and were now furiously assaulting the crystalline walls.

Han Li glanced at the stone wall, which had begun to glow faintly white, then at the flickering blue crystalline walls. After a slight hesitation, he threw out a spirit beast pouch.

Immediately, three-colored Gold Devouring Beetles swarmed out. Han Li quickly formed a hand seal, instantly casting the Insect Armor Technique. After a frantic dance around Han Li, the swarm of insects formed a three-colored insect armor that settled onto his body.

Marquis Nanlong saw Han Li's casting, and a look of surprise briefly flickered across his face.

However, with their escape being paramount, he naturally didn't ask further. A moment later, just as the crystalline walls flickered wildly and appeared on the verge of collapse, a rumbling tremor came from the stone wall opposite. The stone wall in front of them finally split open amid the white light, revealing a stone staircase.

With a flash of lightning from his Wind-Thunder Wings behind him, Han Li also abruptly vanished from his spot.

The next moment, Han Li appeared in front of Marquis Nanlong, his figure materializing in the middle of the passage. But immediately, a crisp cracking sound came from beneath the passage.

Han Li's expression changed. With another movement of his Wind-Thunder Wings, he reached the entrance of the stone staircase in an instant, then fully activated his Lightning Escape Technique, fleeing far away with intermittent flashes.

Just as Han Li had escaped a few hundred feet, a piercing shriek emanated from the passage, followed by a dazzling golden streak of light that flashed out and vanished.

The golden streak of light hovered briefly at the exit, then Marquis Nanlong's resentful and icy voice came forth.

“Remember this: you'd best not fall into my hands in the future, or this Marquis will ensure your bodies and souls are utterly annihilated!” As soon as these curse-like words were spoken, the golden light flared brightly, then began to blur. By the time a silver streak of light also shot out from the passage, the golden light suddenly transformed into an incredibly fine thread. After a few flickers, it instantly shot off into the distance, its speed so astonishing that it vanished without a trace from the vicinity almost in a single breath.

At that moment, Han Li, at the edge of the horizon, also flickered in and out of sight, becoming a tiny black dot.

“What escape techniques did those two use? How are they so fast!” Immediately after the silver light escaped, a black streak of light also shot out. When the light receded, a figure appeared and asked gravely. It was Wang Tiangu.

“What Marquis Nanlong used was the unique secret technique of Reverend Cang Kun from back then, the 'Myriad Threads of a Single Line,' an escape art that allows for instant distant travel at the cost of greatly depleting one's vital energy, or even essence blood. It can also transform the escaping light into a thread as fine as silk, completely concealing one's aura, making it impossible to track. He himself hasn't actually gone far; it's just that one cannot sense him with divine sense alone. As for the escape technique of that young man surnamed Han, it seems to come from those strange wings that manipulate lightning. It should be the rumored Lightning Escape, capable of brief teleportations!” After the silver light disappeared, the figure of the elder surnamed Yun emerged from within, and he spoke with an extremely gloomy expression.

At this moment, the old woman and the dark-faced cultivator also flew out of the passage, just in time to hear the elder surnamed Yun's words.

“With such strange escape techniques, won't those two just get away scot-free? What should we do about this?” The old woman asked, a hint of unease visible on her slightly pale face.

“The young man surnamed Han is one thing. But if Marquis Nanlong escapes, we'll be in serious trouble. Fellow Daoist Wang, Fellow Daoist Yun, you both said that this expedition would definitely eliminate Marquis Nanlong, which is why we agreed to cooperate!” The dark-faced man's expression was no better at this point.

“Don't worry! Do you think his ability to single-handedly contend against several of us without losing ground was his true cultivation? He dared to activate a secret technique to forcefully enhance his magic power while severely injured, and now he has used 'Myriad Threads of a Single Line,' an escape technique that similarly greatly depletes vital energy. Even if we don't pursue him, he will return severely injured and unable to recover. Even if he spends over a hundred years restoring his vital energy, he will no longer be able to maintain his Mid Nascent Soul realm. Besides, when did I ever say we couldn't track him?” The elder surnamed Yun sneered, his tone sinister.

“Oh! Brother Yun, are you implying...?” The dark-faced man's spirits lifted, and he couldn't help but ask.

“Since I planned to eliminate him here, I naturally made preparations long ago. As long as he can't run more than three hundred li in one breath, we can find him. And given his current physical condition, he definitely cannot sustain 'Myriad Threads of a Single Line' for long. When that happens, we'll just chase him down and eliminate him.” The elder surnamed Yun said with full confidence.

“That's good. This old woman can finally rest assured! This time, if Fellow Daoist Wang hadn't first given us a piece of Black Jade Lotus and promised to share the secrets of the Demonfall Valley with us afterward, this old woman would never have taken such a risk. Making an enemy of a Mid Nascent Soul cultivator is truly not a wise move.” Not only did the dark-faced man let out a sigh of relief, but the old woman also relaxed her expression and said with a sigh.

“For Demonfall Valley this time, both of you truly put in a lot of effort! However, what we truly didn't expect was that Fellow Daoist Yun was not a rogue cultivator after all, but actually an elder of the Ghost Spirit Sect! This is truly beyond our expectations! Are there many such hidden elders among the Six Devilish Sects?” After the dark-faced man finished speaking, a complex expression appeared on his face.

“Although I came from the Ghost Spirit Sect in my early years, I have never been much involved in its affairs. Therefore, not many within the sect knew my true identity, and I had no intention of deliberately deceiving anyone. Speaking of it, Fellow Daoist Nanlong, as a descendant of Reverend Cang Kun and having been acquaintances with me for many years, I originally had no intention of eliminating him. But unfortunately, I later discovered that he secretly befriended several elders of the righteous Heavenly Apex Sect and even intended to join that sect. I subtly probed him a few times, but he showed no sign of changing his mind and even intended to use the Heavenly Apex Sect's influence to enter the Demonfall Valley to retrieve treasures. Under these circumstances, I absolutely could not allow the righteous path to gain such significant strength, and thus I had no choice but to take this ruthless action.” The elder surnamed Yun shook his head and said indifferently.