owlsbooks Chapter 175 A Grain of Mind
Chapter 175 A Grain of Mind
Chapter 176 A piece of mind
Elder Jia's expression changed slightly upon hearing this, but he ultimately dared not say anything more.
These are all ancient monsters who have lived for hundreds of years. If you think about these words carefully, you can naturally understand their true meaning.
After this incident, Lu Jianghe's attitude became clear; he had essentially sided entirely with the Star Palace faction.
Furthermore, the two Saints of the Star Palace were merely trapped in the Yuanci Mountain of Tianxing City and could not escape, rather than perishing and dying.
As long as there is a great monk who can move freely in and out of the seas.
That would be an indescribable deterrent to both the righteous and the demonic paths.
It can be said that the rule of the Star Palace will not only remain unshaken, but will become even more stable than before.
Jin Kui nodded slightly, acknowledging this explanation.
In fact, regardless of whether what the other party said makes sense or not, their cultivation level as a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator is the only basis for their argument.
Moreover, what Lu Jianghe pointed out was the truth.
The Land of Spirit Abyss.
After a period of intense dizziness, Han Li found himself in a desolate place.
He shook his still somewhat dazed head and immediately looked around warily.
Han Li was instantly stunned; Zi Ling was actually not far from him.
The two of them were teleported to this place together!
Without time to think, Han Li instantly spread his divine sense.
In addition, all around was a deathly gray and desolate scene.
The thick, almost tangible fog churned and surged, stretching as far as the eye could see.
Gusts of eerie wind howled through the area, stirring up dust from the ground. Faint, shrill cries and screams of ghosts could be heard from within, sending chills down one's spine.
Fortunately, the ancient teleportation archway where Han Li was located was surrounded by a faint, visible barrier.
This light curtain, like an inverted bowl, protects the arched wall and a small area nearby, isolating the gray fog world outside, filled with eerie winds and howling ghosts.
If it weren't for the existence of this restrictive barrier, Han Li had no doubt that fierce and malevolent spirits would have already pounced on him.
He took a deep breath, suppressing the shock in his heart, and said, "I didn't expect that I and Sect Master Ziling could be teleported together."
Zi Ling was also quite surprised, and covered her mouth with a light laugh: "It seems that having Brother Han by my side this time to pass through this Spirit Abyss has given me a lot more confidence."
Her smile, with its captivating charm, exuded a thousand different kinds of allure.
Han Li's heart fluttered slightly as he watched. If it weren't for the Great Evolution Technique operating on its own within his body, keeping his consciousness clear and unobstructed, he would almost have thought that the other party had used some kind of profound charm technique.
Her unparalleled beauty alone is enough to make one's heart flutter; she truly deserves to be known as the number one beauty in the Chaotic Star Sea.
Han Li secretly realized that this was Brother Lu's woman.
Regardless, his Heavenly Thunder Bamboo was ultimately made by this woman.
In addition, the other party had a close relationship with Brother Lu, and Han Li kept these favors in mind.
In that case, we must do our best to ensure the other party's safety.
However, both good and bad things should be said upfront.
This place is extremely dangerous; it is not a place to entrust one's life to another.
Han Li didn't want Zi Ling to be dragged into unnecessary danger because of him, and he didn't want her to become dependent on him.
After figuring this out.
He spoke in an extremely calm tone, devoid of any emotional fluctuation: "Since you have been teleported to the same place as the sect leader, I will naturally do my best to help you. However—if you really encounter a desperate situation where even I am unable to protect myself, you should take care of your own survival. Do not hesitate at that time."
Upon hearing this, Zi Ling nodded slightly.
She was quick-witted and naturally understood the self-preservation implied in Han Li's words.
He didn't feel any displeasure; on the contrary, he felt that Han Li's frankness was more genuine than any insincere assurance.
"Brother Han, rest assured, Zi Ling understands and will never dare to cause any trouble here."
Her voice was clear and melodious, and her tone was solemn.
Han Li remained expressionless, only nodding slightly.
His gaze then habitually swept around, and suddenly he focused. Not far away, at the edge of the swirling gray mist, two figures could be vaguely seen.
The two walked forward side by side.
Not far away, an old man in a gray robe was seen forcefully flicking his sleeves, his face full of undisguised anger.
However, when he caught a glimpse of the person approaching out of the corner of his eye, his angry expression vanished instantly, replaced by a smile, and he actually took the initiative to step forward to greet them.
This sudden change from arrogance to obsequiousness was observed by Han Li and Zi Ling.
It was clear that the old man in gray had a disagreement with another person, and they had even started arguing.
I just don't know why.
Han Li's eyes narrowed slightly, and he subtly scanned the person shrouded in a black robe with his divine sense.
Yuan Yao had her back to the group, speechless.
How could I run into this?!
She hadn't gone over to acknowledge Senior Lu when they were in the entrance hall of the Void Heaven Palace.
After all, she had kept it a secret even from her master, Zhuang Huayi, and she certainly didn't want anyone else to know.
Unexpectedly, in this randomly teleported Spirit Abyss, she ran into Zi Ling and Han Li again.
She held a magical artifact for gathering and nourishing the soul in one hand, while her other hand carefully activated a spirit stone to maintain the supply of spiritual energy.
Inside this magical artifact, her senior sister Yanli's primordial spirit was being nurtured.
Over the years, my senior sister's primordial spirit has gradually faded away. To address this, she spared no expense to purchase this excellent soul-nourishing artifact from the Tianxing City market.
Also, this disguise I'm wearing—these two people shouldn't be able to tell, right?
After a brief exchange among the three, Zi Ling broke the silence first, bowing gracefully to the figure in black robes, her voice clear and melodious.
"Fellow Daoist, please. This place is filled with eerie yin energy and is fraught with danger. Why not travel with us? Even if we encounter the Yin Spirit Beast King, we can fight back by supporting each other."
Upon hearing this, Yuan Yao, hidden beneath her black robe, deliberately suppressed her voice and let out two muffled coughs, her voice becoming hoarse and low.
"I have no interest, and I don't have the time."
Before she finished speaking, she casually tossed the spirit stones that maintained the soul-nourishing artifact onto the ground, quickly put the Yin Soul artifact that was nurturing Senior Sister Yanli's primordial spirit into her storage bag, and then turned around without hesitation to leave in one direction.
Just as Yuan Yao turned to leave, the transparent barrier light screen that enveloped the teleportation array within a radius of several hundred feet trembled slightly and emitted a buzzing sound.
Outside the light screen, an impenetrable gray fog surged and rolled wildly, and the number of evil spirits was increasing at an alarming rate.
Han Li's pupils contracted slightly as he scanned the area with his divine sense, clearly "seeing" that their numbers had increased from the initial dozens to over a hundred in the blink of an eye, and that they were still continuously surging out from the depths of the gray mist.
Densely packed, layer upon layer, the shrill cries merged into a chilling tidal wave of ghostly wails, crashing against the barrier's light screen.
Han Li couldn't help but ask, "What's going on?"
The gray-robed elder's face turned deathly pale. "This Void Heaven Palace hasn't opened for three hundred years. This Spirit Abyss is likely occupied by an incomparably powerful Yin Spirit Beast King. We—we might be deep within its lair?!"
Upon hearing this, everyone else fell silent.
Looking at the densely packed, shrill, and ear-piercing yin spirits outside the light screen, even though she had seen many storms, she couldn't help but feel a pang of anxiety at this moment.
With so many Yin spirits, once the barrier breaks and they become entangled, even a Core Formation cultivator would find it difficult to escape in a short time.
She's probably too preoccupied with her current pseudo-core cultivation level to worry about anything else.
They had just stepped into the Void Heaven Palace when they encountered this situation, and they couldn't even turn back the way they came.
If one were to truly perish here, one would likely not even have the chance to be reincarnated, but would instead become one of the countless vengeful spirits of this place, forever condemned to eternal damnation.
At this thought, a pang of regret welled up in my heart.
Why did I insist on coming to this Void Heaven Palace?
Just for that little bit of intimacy, and to gather some spiritual herbs that might speed up the formation of the core?
That was incredibly reckless!
Unfortunately, I didn't hear a single word of concern from Lu Jianghe.
If he were to perish here, would he feel even a moment of sadness?
Just then, a voice rang out in my heart.
"Instead of staying at the Miaoyin Sect to focus on your breakthrough, you had to come to this Void Heaven Palace to take risks, just to save a little time. That was too reckless. Don't do that again next time."
Zi Ling froze on the spot, as if she had been frozen in place.
Immediately, a beam of white light shot out from her shoulder.
Upon landing, Lu Jianghe revealed himself and walked straight forward.
"Keep up."
Zi Ling stared blankly, her heart filled with mixed emotions.
She sniffed quietly, suppressing the slight heat in her eyes, and while Lu Jianghe had his back to her, she quickly and playfully stuck out her small, fragrant tongue.
As if he had eyes in the back of his head, Lu Jianghe's voice rang out again, "Sticking out your tongue won't change the fact that you're reckless."
Two blushes instantly rose on Zi Ling's cheeks, like newly blossoming peach blossoms, and she muttered softly, "I know—"
When the old man in the gray robe saw that the person who came was Lu Jianghe, he was so shocked that he took a step back and almost stumbled and fell. He kept bowing with his hands in front of him.
Seeing this, Yuan Yao was also uneasy. She knew that her disguise would definitely be recognized by Senior Lu at a glance.
Although Han Li didn't understand how Lu Jianghe had appeared, his brow relaxed. He no longer needed to figure out a solution to this troublesome situation himself.
Lu Jianghe walked to the transparent barrier.
Yuan Yao stood beside her, holding her breath and not daring to make a sound.
"This is not me."
He turned his head and explained to Han Li and Zi Ling.
"It is merely a manifestation of my mind, carrying a portion of my previous memories and power. It was originally left to deal with a crisis that you could not resolve, but I never expected to encounter this situation as soon as I entered this place, so I had no choice but to reveal myself."
Give me a sword.
Upon hearing this, Han Li opened his mouth without hesitation and spoke.
A flash of green light appeared, and a long sword, entirely green and shaped like a bamboo joint, instantly enlarged and hovered in front of Lu Jianghe.
The sword has a smooth blade with clearly defined joints like bamboo nodes. The spine of the sword is also carved with lifelike green bamboo leaf patterns. It is Han Li's natal magic weapon, the Green Bamboo Bee Cloud Sword.
As soon as he got his hands on the sword, Lu Jianghe flicked the blade with his fingers.
"Buzz"
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A sword's cry resounded instantly, strangely overpowering the mournful shrieks of countless evil spirits outside the barrier.
On the sword, specks of blue light shone through the bamboo leaf patterns along the spine, growing brighter and brighter.
Like a dragon or snake awakening, it begins to coil around the sword, cutting through the surrounding air with a hissing sound.
The Azure Bamboo Bee Cloud Sword, which originally belonged to Han Li, now exuded a completely different, chilling sharpness in Lu Jianghe's hands.