Chapter 813: Entering the Valley

Upon hearing the Ghost Spirit Sect Master's words, some cultivators rejoiced, while others remained skeptical. After all, few truly knew the detailed circumstances of the Devilfall Valley.

"To reassure you all, I will send my son and Elder Zhong ahead," Wang Tiansheng said, gesturing towards Wang Chan and Yan Ruyan in the distance. "After that, you may proceed as you wish."

Wang Chan, wearing a silver mask, and Yan Ruyan silently walked from outside the formation to its center. The Nascent Soul mid-stage elder standing nearby also entered with a stoic expression.

Following Wang Tiansheng's command, the cultivators in the air simultaneously pointed their formation flags downwards. From the flagtips, multi-colored beams of light, as thick as an arm, shot out, striking various points of the formation.

Instantly, the entire formation vibrated with a loud hum, and the spirit stones everywhere shone brightly. Amidst a shimmering glow, the three suddenly vanished from the center of the formation.

Witnessing this scene, the nearby cultivators who had been watching stirred with commotion.

Wang Tiansheng ignored the others and then had Wang Tiangu lead seven or eight Core Formation cultivators to teleport away in succession.

This time, other cultivators understood. Although the formation was massive, it seemed only capable of teleporting three people at a time. Therefore, the Ghost Spirit Sect cultivators had to leave in batches.

Seeing the Ghost Spirit Sect's clear intention to go first, many other cultivators at the valley entrance were naturally tempted. However, these cultivators were all cunning and sly, and out of caution, no one rashly stepped forward. They all wanted others to test the waters first. After all, the Ghost Spirit Sect's reputation wasn't exactly stellar, and any mistake could be a matter of life and death.

Han Li stood up on the small hill, showing no intention of going down either.

Seeing this, Wang Tiansheng sneered, clasping his hands behind his back as he looked up at the sky. His form remained motionless in the air.

The atmosphere at the valley entrance suddenly became subtly quiet.

It was in this somewhat awkward atmosphere that the Mulan people began to move.

Over a dozen Mulan spellcasters, led by the Confucian scholar surnamed Zhong and the woman surnamed Le, silently approached the giant formation.

A trace of dark energy flashed across Wang Tiansheng's face, then instantly returned to normal.

Meanwhile, Wei Wuya, who had been silently gazing at the sky, slowly lowered his head and unhurriedly glanced at the approaching Confucian scholar.

The Confucian scholar said nothing. Before his group even entered the formation, he flicked his sleeve, and over a dozen streaks of green light surged from his cuff, shooting towards the sky.

Wang Tiansheng, expressionless, waved his hand at these green streaks. The light converged, and the green streaks transformed into over a dozen tokens, falling into his hand.

"Good, the number is correct. Please enter, fellow Daoist." Although Wang Tiansheng hadn't participated in the border war, he had been informed of the Confucian scholar Zhong's identity. Thus, he slowly spoke after letting out a slight breath.

The Confucian scholar Zhong nodded, and the spellcasters behind him shifted, all entering the center of the formation.

Immediately, the Ghost Spirit Sect cultivators in the air performed their magic, and the Mulan people were teleported away three by three.

"This teleportation formation sends people to random locations, doesn't it? If so, it would be best if your sect's cultivators don't meet us," the Confucian scholar said casually as he stepped into the formation, glancing at Wei Wuya.

"Such a coincidence rarely happens in this world! If it truly is so, then it can only be fate," the middle-aged cultivator replied, seemingly unfazed by the Mulan Divine Master.

"Fate? Heh heh. If that's truly the case... then so be it!" the Confucian scholar Zhong sneered, before he and the two beside him vanished in a flash of white light.

After hearing this final remark, Wang Tiansheng looked at the empty formation, a trace of icy chill forming at the corner of his mouth.

At this point, seeing that the Mulan people had also safely teleported away, other cultivators finally lost their patience and came forward. After handing over their Devilfall Tokens, they too began to teleport with the assistance of the Ghost Spirit Sect disciples.

A moment later, cultivators possessing Devilfall Tokens emerged from their hidden spots.

In just half an hour, the teleportation formation continuously flickered with spiritual light, having sent over three hundred people through, nearly a quarter of the cultivators present. The high-grade spirit stone in the center of the formation had become much dimmer compared to its initial brilliance, its spiritual energy almost exhausted.

Standing at a high vantage point, Han Li coldly observed everything, noting down each cultivator entering the valley who seemed noteworthy, for future reference.

Suddenly, Han Li's gaze turned cold. He saw six green-robed cultivators approaching the formation. Leading them was Dongmen Tu, the Grand Elder of the Spirit Control Sect, whom Han Li had met before. Han Li had no good impression of this person. Although the Grand Elder of the Spirit Control Sect had never truly clashed with him, Han Li had always been wary of him due to the matter involving Gu Shuangpu.

However, with his greatly advanced cultivation, he didn't seem to need to be too concerned about this person anymore.

But at that moment, the five green-robed cultivators surrounding Dongmen Tu trembled slightly and simultaneously turned to look in Han Li's direction.

Almost simultaneously, Han Li's second Nascent Soul, which had been nearly fully assimilated, suddenly became violently unstable. Had he not been quick-witted enough to instantly focus his spiritual sense and forcibly suppress it, the second Nascent Soul, formed from the Supreme Wood Spirit Embryo, would likely have immediately left his body.

Only then did Han Li carefully scan the five green-robed cultivators with his spiritual sense, and to his surprise, all five were early Nascent Soul cultivators.

"Five-Element Spirit Embryos!" Han Li instantly guessed the origin of these five cultivators, connecting it with the unusual behavior of his own second Nascent Soul. His pupils involuntarily contracted.

The unusual reaction of the five green-robed cultivators was naturally noticed by Dongmen Tu, who was walking ahead. He quickly turned to look, and his gaze met Han Li's.

A flash of surprise crossed Dongmen Tu's face, but he immediately turned back as if nothing had happened and entered the teleportation formation.

Wang Tiangu, who had maintained a composed expression, finally changed dramatically when he saw Dongmen Tu bring out five Nascent Soul cultivators.

Wei Wuya also observed the green-robed cultivators, a thoughtful expression appearing on his face.

"Brother Dongmen, these fellow Daoists are quite unfamiliar. Could you introduce them to me?" Wang Tiansheng stared at them, asking in a deep voice.

"It's easily said; after our journey to Devilfall Valley concludes, I will introduce them to you myself." Dongmen Tu, cunning and sly, dismissed the question with a nonchalant remark.

Wang Tiansheng naturally cursed him internally, calling him an 'old fox.' But he also knew that the other party would not truthfully disclose anything. Thus, he did not press the matter further.

He then instructed his disciples to teleport the six of them away in two batches. The instant Dongmen Tu was teleported, he subtly glanced at Han Li, his eyes filled with ill intent.

Though his action was extremely discreet, Han Li's spiritual sense clearly perceived it.

It seemed Dongmen Tu had sensed the spirit embryo on Han Li's person, which was somewhat tricky. With Five-Element Spirit Embryos accompanying him, Dongmen Tu had suddenly become formidable. Unfortunately, the Supreme Wood Spirit Embryo had not yet been fully assimilated. It appeared Han Li would need to be more cautious of this person after entering the valley.

After Dongmen Tu was teleported away, three more cultivators approached. Upon seeing one of them, Han Li paused, a wry smile appearing on his face. It was the silver-haired old man, his Senior Brother Cheng. The other two old men also had deeply wrinkled faces, seeming to be nearing the end of their lifespans.

Han Li sighed, watching the three enter the formation and be teleported away. Then he shifted his gaze to the spirit stone in the center of the formation. The high-grade spirit stone now appeared even dimmer.

Han Li's eyes flickered, and he no longer hesitated. His figure instantly shot into the air, enveloped in a ball of green light, and sped towards the formation.

A moment later, he landed before the formation, raised his hand, and tossed a Devilfall Token he held towards Wang Tiansheng in the air.

"Fellow Daoist Han, you have indeed come. You are young and have limitless potential, why risk such danger?" Wei Wuya's figure flickered, and he suddenly appeared before Han Li from dozens of yards away, speaking words of dissuasion.

"Thank you for your kindness, Brother Wei. As for this Devilfall Valley, I have my reasons for needing to enter," Han Li replied calmly, his expression unchanged.

Wei Wuya frowned, staring at Han Li's face for a while. His expression gradually turned solemn.

"Since your mind is made up, Fellow Daoist Han, I will say no more. I only hope that our objectives are not the same," Wei Wuya finally said. His figure swayed, and he returned to his original position.

Wang Tiansheng saw that Wei Wuya was treating this young man with such solemnity and had even addressed him by his surname. How could he not know who Han Li was then?

His expression remained unfazed, but inwardly, he scrutinized Han Li with extreme surprise.

He had heard Han Li's name many years ago. At that time, the young man's cultivation was still shallow, and his son, Wang Chan, had suffered a great loss at his hands, yet Han Li had still managed to escape.

Years later, when the person before him reappeared in Tiannan, he was already a Nascent Soul cultivator. Coincidentally, the Ghost Spirit Sect had once again forged a deep enmity with this young man, who had managed to slip away once more.

A few more years passed, and Han Li's fame had soared. His displayed abilities left all cultivators in awe, making him subtly one of the most powerful cultivators, second only to the three great cultivators.

When he, the Ghost Spirit Sect Master, heard this news, it was far from a pleasant development. Han Li's name was naturally etched into his memory.

Now seeing Han Li, he naturally wished to discern something significant about him.

Unfortunately, as soon as Han Li stood in the center of the formation, he immediately closed his eyes slightly, maintaining a calm and indifferent expression, looking as if he didn't want to engage with anyone, revealing no flaws whatsoever.

Witnessing this, Wang Tiansheng's heart tightened, and he became even more wary of Han Li.

However, on the surface, he casually waved his hand, and the disciples in the air began to activate the formation.

After a humming sound, Han Li vanished amidst a shimmering glow.

After a slight discomfort from the teleportation, Han Li finally recovered and began to survey his current location.

It was a rocky slope, more than half collapsed and utterly disorganized, covered in waist-high weeds. Slightly further ahead and to both sides stretched a continuous expanse of low hills. Not a single person was in sight.

However, this was not surprising; Devilfall Valley spanned millions of miles. If people weren't teleported in the same batch, it would be incredible to coincidentally encounter anyone.

But when Han Li turned his head to look around, an astonished expression involuntarily appeared on his face.