A Record of a Mortal’s Journey to Immortality

The Great Battle Is Coming

Seeing that the flood dragon soul had entered the spirit skin, Han Li flipped his palm without a second thought and a blue talisman brush appeared in his hand. It was six to seven inches long, small and exquisite.

With his other hand, he waved at a green jade box that had its lid open, and a ball of golden liquid flew out from the box.

Han Li quickly dipped the talisman brush into the golden liquid. Then, his expression froze as he aimed at the floating spirit skin. The talisman brush began to draw in the air with great familiarity.

One after another, incomprehensible golden talisman characters surged out from the tip of the brush and shot forward in the blink of an eye, disappearing into the blood-red spirit skin.

Soon after, runes of different sizes appeared on the surface of the spirit skin. They were shimmering with golden light as if they had been engraved neatly.

In the instant that these talisman characters appeared, the spirit skin violently trembled and a dragon’s roar suddenly rang out. Soon after, the surface of the spirit skin bulged and the blood-red flood dragon’s soul suddenly rushed out from within, attempting to escape.

However, in that instant, the golden talisman characters on the spirit skin glowed brightly and warped as if they were alive. They tightly wrapped around the flood dragon soul and pulled it back with great force.

Although it had lost its intelligence, the flood dragon soul was the soul of a heavenly spirit beast, so it naturally felt danger. It continuously struggled against the golden talisman characters in an attempt to escape.

At this moment, Han Li’s talisman brush created runes even faster. Golden runes of all sizes directly enveloped the flood dragon soul. After a moment, it was completely trapped and then pulled back into the spirit skin bit by bit.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Han Li stopped what he was doing and immediately changed to a purple liquid. He dipped the talisman brush into the liquid and drew strange runes that looked like spiritual marks. Then, he calmly threw them out.

As such, every once in a while, Han Li would change to a new spiritual liquid. All kinds of symbols and runes would appear on the spirit skin.

Not long after, the palm-sized Spirit Skin Talisman paper began to shine with a dense sheen of various colors, appearing to be filled with spiritual Qi.

Han Li’s expression became more and more solemn, and the things he wrote became slower and slower. Blue light flashed in his eyes as he activated the Brightsight Spirit Eyes to its limit.

Just as the red talisman characters were finished and flew into the spirit skin, a burst of abnormal spiritual Qi fluctuations suddenly erupted from the half-completed spirit talisman, becoming increasingly violent.

Han Li’s expression changed drastically, and he secretly complained incessantly in his heart. However, he immediately waved his sleeve on the ground without thinking, and a green mist flew out, instantly storing all the materials. At the same time, his other hand swiped the air in front of him, and a small blue shield flew out from his sleeve, instantly expanding to block in front of him.

Just as Han Li finished doing all this, the colorful spirit skin exploded with a deafening dragon roar.

The five-colored ball of light was dazzling, and astonishing spiritual Qi surged in all directions, striking the blue shield like a massive wave.

The huge shield swayed slightly and blocked it without moving. Han Li was stunned when he saw this and was a little surprised.

According to the immense power of the Spirit Subjugation Talisman, the explosion of the talisman should have been quite destructive. However, he was able to block it so easily, which was quite different from what he had expected.

Just as Han Li was feeling bewildered, a streak of blood light shot out from the ball of light. In a flash, it arrived above the secret chamber and was about to escape.

However, as soon as the crimson light touched the roof, a white barrier of light suddenly appeared out of nowhere, repelling the crimson light and revealing it.

It was none other than the small crimson flood dragon’s soul.

Han Li was stunned at first, but then he was overjoyed.

Without any hesitation, he raised a hand and made a grabbing motion in the air. A huge azure hand suddenly appeared above the flood dragon soul’s head and grabbed it before shooting it downward.

At this moment, Han Li extended a finger and casually pointed at the shield in front of him. After the blue light rippled, the shield quickly shrank, circled around, and shot into his sleeve.

Then, Han Li stared at the flood dragon soul that had just been captured and he used the Brightsight Spirit Eyes again.

“Huh?” Han Li’s face revealed a surprised expression as he exclaimed in surprise.

Although it was still the original soul, the soul power within its body was clearly much weaker than before. The small crimson flood dragon also appeared to be dispirited.

Looking at the flood dragon soul, Han Li stroked his chin and pondered.

It appeared that if the refinement of the Spirit Subjugation Talisman failed, the demon soul wouldn’t immediately collapse, but would only lose a bit of soul power. If that was the case, although the Spirit Subjugation Talisman would be difficult to refine, it could be refined several times before the soul power was exhausted. There was a high chance that the refinement would succeed.

Of course, if he refined it too many times, the soul power would greatly decrease, and the power of the Spirit Subjugation Talisman would definitely be greatly reduced.

After understanding the reason, Han Li let out a sigh of relief and his expression relaxed slightly.

Even if he had to lose some of its soul power, it would still be better than having the flood dragon’s soul dissipate.

This could be considered a great fortune amidst misfortune!

Han Li smiled bitterly and took out the supplementary materials one by one, arranging them again. Of course, he fetched another piece of spirit beast skin.

A new round of refinement began.

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Just as Han Li was painstakingly refining the Spirit Subjugation Talisman in the secret room, the entire Tianyi City was mobilized in just two to three days.

All the cultivators and sects knew that a life-and-death battle with the spell warriors was about to take place in a few days. After a huge commotion, all the cultivators in the city walked out of their encampments and formed an army according to their original arrangement. All of them marched towards the encampments at the border with solemn expressions.

Everyone knew that in this battle, either the Moulan army would retreat or the Heavenly South would fall into the hands of spell warriors. As a result, countless sects would lose their inheritance. As such, morale was extremely high even without being roused.

Rumors of the ten battles with wagers spread like wildfire.

They were afraid that Moulan spies would leak the list of participating cultivators, and there would be pertinent spell warriors sent out to fight them. As a result, the names of Han Li and the others were still kept a secret. Apart from the old monster from the meeting, almost no one knew the specific list.

As a result, the identities of these ten Nascent Soul cultivators were naturally discussed and speculated by many cultivators. It was not easy to predict the outcome of the battle. After all, the matter involved the survival of over a thousand cultivators.

Many of the sect cultivators who had placed their hopes on their sect disciples were naturally more concerned.

The disciples of the Drifting Cloud Sect also left Tianyi City one after another. Seeing this, Lu Luo had no choice but to follow them.

However, he instructed Song to stay in the encampment and wait for Han Li to come out of seclusion.

In a few days, apart from a few cultivators who stayed behind to guard the city, there were fewer and fewer people in Tianyi City.

Seeing that the days had passed and Han Li showed no signs of coming out of seclusion, the woman surnamed Song could not help but feel anxious.

As for Han Li’s seclusion, although he had set up many restrictions, there were still faint dragon roars or explosions coming from within. This made this woman feel very surprised, but also a little worried.

On the fifth day, Song Yu made up her mind. If her Martial Uncle Han still hadn’t come out of seclusion, she would have no choice but to forcefully knock on the door.

Otherwise, if he delayed for another day, he might not be able to make it in time for the battle.

In the main hall of the encampment, the woman surnamed Song was sitting on a chair, waiting with worry. From time to time, she would look outside the hall and faintly see the afterglow of the setting sun. Her expression was indecisive.

As the sky grew darker, the woman frowned and bit her lip before standing up.

Just as she gracefully took two steps forward, a clear ringing of the bell suddenly entered the hall. The woman was initially stunned, but soon wore a pleasantly surprised expression.

A moment later, azure light flashed at the entrance of the hall, and Han Li’s figure suddenly appeared in the light.

“Greetings, Martial Uncle!” The woman surnamed Song hastily stepped forward and curtsied.

“How many days has it been? It seems that all the cultivators in the city have set off.” After coming out of the secret room, Han Li’s spiritual sense felt that the entire Tianyi City was empty. Only a few cultivators remained in the city. When he saw this woman, he could not help but ask.

After all, he could only roughly estimate the time in the secret chamber. Although he felt that it wasn’t past the scheduled date, it was still safer to ask.contemporary romance

At this moment, the woman surnamed Song felt completely at ease and respectfully replied, “Martial Uncle, it is the fifth day.”

“The fifth day. There is more than enough time. However, it’s better to arrive earlier. Let’s go,” Han Li said decisively after hearing this.

“As you wish!” Song Yu replied in a soft voice.

Han Li raised his hand, and a ball of white light shot out from his sleeve and floated into the courtyard outside the hall. After the light receded, a white square carriage with wings appeared.

It was the Wind Riding Chariot.

“Get in the carriage. It’s faster to travel in this carriage than flying.” Han Li’s figure flashed into the carriage, and he turned his head to the woman.

Cultivator Song examined the carriage and a trace of surprise appeared in her eyes. She then silently boarded the carriage as well.

When Han Li saw this, he lightly tapped the carriage with the tip of his foot. Immediately, the Wind Riding Chariot flashed with white light, and a layer of white light enveloped both the carriage and Han Li. Then, it trembled and turned into a ball of white light that tore through the air.

The Wind Riding Chariot was worthy of being a special flying magic tool. Not only did it not consume much spiritual power, but its speed was also far beyond that of ordinary cultivators.

In the blink of an eye, he left Tianyi City and flew towards the border.

When Cultivator Song saw this, she felt even more at ease. She couldn’t help but wonder if this Martial Uncle Han had just emerged from seclusion because of this treasure. What kind of powerful secret technique had this unfathomable Martial Uncle been cultivating these past few days? What was with the dragon roars and explosions in the secret room?

Just as this woman was deep in thought and letting her imagination run wild, Han Li opened his mouth and asked a question that was somewhat beyond her expectations.

“Fellow Daoist Violet Spirit and her companion, are they still here?”

“They’ve already left Tianyi City for the time being, and they’re planning to wait until this battle is over before making a decision,” Song Yu replied obediently.

“Hehe! Violet Spirit is quite quick-witted. This is indeed a wise decision. If I were in her shoes, I would most likely do the same.” Han Li said with a faint smile.

Soon after, he activated his spiritual power and the Wind Riding Chariot increased in speed by a large margin. Under the astonished gaze of Cultivator Song, it traveled over 100 feet in the blink of an eye and soon disappeared into the horizon as a speck of light.

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