Chapter 814: Killing Intent in the Valley

**A Mortal's Journey to Immortality, Volume 6: Spirit Treasures of Heaven**

Not far behind him lay a sunken area. It was a hundred zhang wide, completely bare, with not a blade of grass growing anywhere, clearly not a natural formation.

Han Li's expression shifted. He first released his spiritual sense, quickly scanning everything within a twenty to thirty li radius. Finding no trace of other cultivators, he finally felt at ease, looked at the depression, and slowly walked towards it.

Standing at the edge of the depression, Han Li examined it closely, a hint of surprise flashing across his face.

This wasn't a depression at all; it was a perfectly circular pit.

The pit was hazy, filled with an unknown depth of dust, making it impossible to see anything clearly.

Han Li stared at the large pit for a while, a thoughtful expression on his face.

A moment later, he formed hand seals, and with a flick of his hand, a hurricane over ten zhang tall spontaneously formed in front of him.

Han Li uttered the word "Go" and flicked his sleeve.

Immediately, the hurricane swept up the dust from the ground, whistling towards the center of the large pit.

Wherever the wind passed, all the gravel and dust were swept away. In moments, the true appearance of the stone pit was revealed.

Below were stone walls with a dark red, lava-like surface, exceptionally smooth.

"This is..."

Han Li immediately saw it. This was clearly formed by high-temperature flames. Then, linking it to the pit's shape...

He pondered for a moment, and a look of shock appeared on his face.

Could this be a giant pit caused by a fireball, similar to a Fireball spell? If he were to cast a fireball onto a stone wall, a similar stone pit would also form. However, its area would be at most a few zhang, completely insignificant compared to this hundred-zhang pit.

Could this be the divine ability of ancient cultivators? Truly so powerful!

Han Li pondered blankly for a long time before letting out a long breath and shaking his head.

He realized his thoughts were too narrow. The pit might also have been formed by an attack from some ancient fire-attribute treasure. But even so, the divine abilities of ancient cultivators were indeed incomparable to present-day cultivation.

Next, Han Li slowly walked a circle around the stone pit, finding nothing else special. He then stopped and looked up at the sky.

It should have been midday, but there was no blindingly bright sun in the sky as there had been before the teleportation. Instead, endless yellow clouds hung overhead, emitting a faint glow.

Han Li was not surprised; he had seen this situation many times before.

This was the result of some restriction covering the entire sky. He estimated that he probably couldn't ascend too high, or he would trigger the restriction.

Despite this assumption, Han Li flicked a finger, and a golden Gold Devouring Beetle, which he had retrieved at some point, shot from his hand and flew straight into the air.

Han Li watched the beetle, expressionless.

Sure enough, when the beetle had flown only fifty to sixty zhang from the ground, a blue lightning bolt descended out of thin air, striking the Gold Devouring Beetle squarely. The beetle immediately tumbled, falling directly from the air. However, when it reached a height of seven or eight zhang, it unfurled its wings and casually returned to normal.

Seeing this, Han Li showed a thoughtful expression, then used his spiritual sense to recall the beetle.

After ascertaining the direction, spiritual light flickered around Han Li's body, and he slowly flew west in a ball of green light.

In such a strange place, he dared not activate his full escape speed. Crashing into some restriction or spatial rift would be pure suicide.

Given his appointments with Zi Ling and Marquis Nanlong, Han Li planned to tackle two matters one by one.

He would prioritize dealing with the Fire Toad Beast by joining Marquis Nanlong, leaving the Spirit Candle Fruit for later.

Although the Ghost Spirit Sect members would certainly search for the Spirit Candle Fruit after entering the valley, Han Li doubted they could find it immediately, relying solely on the vague memory of the Nascent Soul cultivator who escaped the valley. Who knew how long it would take?

Furthermore, even if he went through great hardships to find this spirit fruit, he would have to refine it into pills immediately after picking it. Then, after consuming the pills, he would also need to meditate to fully absorb the medicinal effects.

This delay would not be just a few days.

Thus, Han Li would naturally prioritize obtaining the Fire Toad inner core, which was extremely important to Nangong Wan, before he could feel at ease searching for the Spirit Candle Fruit.

Besides, he was also very interested in what treasures might be on the ancient cultivator's remains guarded by the ancient Fire Toad Beast.

As Han Li pondered, he spared no effort to fully activate his spiritual sense. Simultaneously, blue light flickered in his eyes as he also employed his Bright Clarity Spiritual Eye ability, to prevent any restrictions or spatial rifts from eluding his spiritual perception.

Although he still couldn't pinpoint his exact location in the outer valley, it was clear he wouldn't be too far from other cultivators.

Although the teleportation array was random, it was still random within a specific range.

Han Li had no intention of meeting other cultivators; instead, he planned to go to the westernmost part of the Demon Fall Valley to meet Marquis Nanlong and his companions.

According to Marquis Nanlong, although he had also obtained Old Man Cangkun's method for entering the valley, it involved certain risks and consumed a certain amount of primal qi. The sole advantage of this method was that there was no need to identify one's position; upon entering the valley, one could directly follow Old Man Cangkun's former route to infiltrate the inner valley.

After careful consideration, Han Li still opted to use the Ghost Spirit Sect's method to enter the valley.

After all, since the Ghost Spirit Sect dared to widely sell Demon Fall Tokens, they must have some confidence in their entry method. Han Li naturally wanted to choose the safer option.

It now appeared that the Ghost Spirit Sect's method for entering this outer valley was indeed exceptionally smooth. However, on the way to his destination, he might have to face some risks.

As Han Li pondered, he constantly glanced left and right. Suddenly, his body froze, and he stared straight ahead, his brows furrowing slightly.

But he immediately regained his composure and continued flying forward, though his escape speed unconsciously slowed by three tenths.

After flying another hundred zhang, Han Li stopped and looked at a white arc of light suspended in the mid-air in the distance, pursing his lips involuntarily.

It was a crescent-shaped arc of light, about a zhang long, thick in the middle and tapering at both ends. It hung silently in the air, emitting no spiritual energy fluctuations.

Han Li carefully examined the light arc. Suddenly, he raised an arm and lightly slashed forward into the void.

A blue sword qi appeared out of thin air above the light arc, then plummeted fiercely downwards.

With a "boom," blue light burst forth.

But as soon as the sword qi touched the light arc, it immediately vanished as if swallowed. The light arc, however, remained suspended casually in the air, utterly unchanged.

Han Li nodded. It seemed this was the so-called spatial rift.

If they were all this obvious, they would be easy to avoid. However, it was said there were also invisible and intangible spatial rifts, which could be quite troublesome. And having just traveled a short distance, he had already encountered such a rift, indicating that spatial rifts were indeed everywhere in the Demon Fall Valley. A moment of carelessness would surely lead to great misfortune.

Han Li thought with a solemn heart.

Then his figure flashed, and his escape light traced a large arc, bypassing the rift. Unconcerned, he continued flying away.

Unknown to Han Li, a chubby old man a hundred li away was also staring at a light arc, about a foot long and much smaller than the one Han Li had seen, muttering to himself, "This place is truly dangerous. To think it would teleport this old man right next to a spatial rift! If it had been off by another ten zhang or so, my life would have been forfeit. It seems there are indeed many spatial rifts in this Demon Fall Valley. One really needs to be extra careful."

The old man continued muttering to himself, his face a little pale.

He then observed his surroundings and, after confirming there was no danger with his spiritual sense, decided on a direction. His escape light flashed, and he flew five or six zhang away, preparing to leave.

Suddenly, a white light lit up in his path.

The old man couldn't even let out a scream; his body instantly split into two.

The two halves of his corpse, reeking of blood, fell into the dust. On the old man's face was an expression of disbelief and unwillingness from his final moments.

The spatial rift that had just appeared immediately receded its light, slowly becoming transparent and invisible once more. If anyone else were to come by, they would also be unable to perceive its existence.

In another location, three cultivators in brocade robes were flying back and forth amidst a pile of rubble, sweating profusely. No matter which direction they flew, as soon as they traveled a few dozen zhang, seven-colored auspicious clouds would appear, blocking their path.

"No, we can't get out this way! Those bastards from the Ghost Spirit Sect actually teleported the three of us into this restriction! Once we're out, we'll definitely settle scores with them!" a burly man with a face full of scars, one of the three, finally couldn't help but stop his escape light and began cursing loudly.

"Hmph, just calm down," another cultivator with prominent cheekbones said coldly, also stopping. "Will the Ghost Spirit Sect be afraid of us minor sect cultivators causing trouble? Besides, they stated from the start that the teleportation was random, and even being sent into a spatial rift was considered bad luck on our part. Fortunately, while this restriction is powerful, it doesn't seem to be an offensive type. We should be able to find a way out eventually."

"But if we do that, won't the treasures in the valley all be claimed by others first? You know, with our cultivation, the three of us can at most search for treasures in the outer valley. Going to the inner valley would be suicide. And to buy this Demon Fall Token, we practically went bankrupt!" the scar-faced man said, shaking his head repeatedly.

"If that's the case, then we'll just have to use brute force to break this restriction. Although it looks somewhat mysterious, the restrictions in the outer valley can't be that formidable. If we do this, it will consume more spiritual power, but at least we'll be able to get out immediately," the high-cheekboned cultivator said after a moment of hesitation.

"Alright, that's the only way," another dark-faced cultivator said, nodding in agreement after a moment's thought. "Second Brother, your magic treasure is offensive. We'll rely entirely on your efforts, while the two of us assist from the side."

"Leave this to me. Just a few strikes will be enough to break this damned thing," the burly man said, his spirits lifted.

Then he opened his mouth and spat out a ball of yellow light, which enveloped a small, square stone seal, about an inch in size.

The burly man formed hand seals with both hands and pointed at the seal. Immediately, the stone seal rapidly grew against the wind, becoming several feet in size in a blink of an eye.

The other two then released two gleaming flying swords, one red and one white.