A Record of a Mortal s Journey to Immortality

Chapter 846: Volume 6: Spirit Treasures of Heavenly Skill, Chapter 843: Moths to the Flame Chapter 846: Volume 6: Spirit Treasures of Heavenly Skill, Chapter 843: Moths to the Flame Far in the distance, a flash of light at the edge of the sky revealed a large swath of black and purple luminescence, swirling and flickering ceaselessly, masking half of the heavens.

Beneath it, a green cloud, several acres in size and dripping with verdure, gracefully rose up, slowly rotating below the strange luminescence, and immediately, the rumble resounded from the interweaving of green cloud and luminescent light.

The deafening roar came faintly from there.

The black and purple luminescence emitted an overwhelming Demonic Qi, like a raging sea storm.

The three of them were all too familiar with this type of aura-it was identical to the one released by ‘Marquis Nanlong’ right after his transformation into an entity with two heads and four arms.

However, it was far less shocking than the Demonic Qi now looming in the sky.

Even a distant sensing felt as if it could suffocate one.

What changed Venerable Ancestor Ling Hu’s complexion was that both the black and purple luminescence and the green cloud were moving rapidly towards their location, seeming to approach shortly.

“The Corpse Toxin Cloud!

That’s the cloud of poison transformed by Brother Wei’s toxic power.

Ordinary cultivators would die upon contact.

I have seen Brother Wei use it once,” the woman in white said with a gleam of joy upon seeing the green fog.

Upon hearing this, Han Li and Venerable Ancestor Ling Hu exchanged a look, both wearing an odd expression on their faces and saw deep fear in each other’s eyes.

Although the green cloud was impressive, it was clearly suppressed by the black and purple luminescence.

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What demon was Brother Wei fighting against, one that even late Nascent Soul cultivators could not contend with?

Yet such a terrifying aura meant it certainly wasn’t ‘Marquis Nanlong’ who had just slipped away from them.

The woman in white was smart enough to understand this too upon seeing the expressions on Han Li and Venerable Ancestor Ling Hu, and she became somber.

“We should…”
She hesitated for a moment, about to suggest something when a chilling Divine Sense suddenly swept over the three of them.

She stopped speaking abruptly.

And at that moment, Han Li’s heart tightened, and Venerable Ancestor Ling Hu’s face grew even grimmer.

“Now we have been locked onto by that thing over there, and if we don’t leave now, I’m afraid we might not be able to escape.

The demon that attacked us just now has also run over there.

If it joins forces against Brother Wei, I’m afraid that no matter how profound Brother Wei’s cultivation is, he won’t last long.

Are you two planning to go and lend Brother Wei a helping hand, or do you plan to part ways here and be chased and killed by those demons after Brother Wei falls, then leave everything to fate?” Han Li said coldly, devoid of expression, after a silence.

He had just probed the black and purple luminescence with his Divine Sense, and the fluctuations of Spiritual Energy within were so astonishing that his Divine Sense couldn’t get close at all, which caused his heart to sink slightly.

This indicated that the cultivation levels of the cultivators involved in the struggle were far beyond his own.

Venerable Ancestor Ling Hu and the woman in white exchanged glances after hearing Han Li’s words.

If possible, both of them, having just escaped with their lives, naturally did not want to engage in a life-or-death battle with the demon.

But as Han Li said, once Brother Wei who was holding the demon back failed, neither of them was confident they could escape from the valley, especially now that they were deep in the heart of the inner valley.

Moreover, if by any chance Brother Wei survived and later learned of their inaction in his time of need, then as cultivators of the Nine Nations Union, their troubles would be significant.

Both of them were Great Elders of their respective sects and did not want to bring disaster upon the Masked Moon Sect and Yellow Maple Valley.

But to throw away their lives for their sect in such a seemingly hopeless fight was also something neither was willing to do.

At this moment, both of their faces were filled with hesitation.

Han Li sneered inwardly, standing with his hands clasped behind his back, watching the approaching black and purple luminescence on the horizon, and said nothing more.

“Among the three of us, Fellow Daoist Han has the greatest Divine Skills.

I wonder what your plan is?” Venerable Ancestor Ling Hu furrowed his brows and released a sigh of frustration before suddenly asking Han Li.

“Me?

Hehe…” Han Li did not answer immediately, but smiled without speaking.

Seeing this, Venerable Ancestor Ling Hu could only bitterly smile, inwardly cursing Han Li as a cunning fox.

Otherwise, if Han Li just suggested that the three of them should immediately flee, should Brother Wei pursue the matter later, he and the woman could then place the blame on Han Li.

While Venerable Ancestor Ling Hu found himself in this awkward situation, Han Li suddenly let out a light “Eh.”
“Eh!

There are other cultivators nearby.

But that’s not surprising.

Such a loud noise must have attracted cultivators from thousands of miles around, I suppose.”
Venerable Ancestor Ling Hu and the woman in white were startled by these words and hurriedly looked in the direction Han Li was gazing.

Indeed, on one side of the distant battlegroup, there was a faint glimmer of light, and a group of cultivators was seen flying towards the luminescent green cloud.

“Why are they going to such a dangerous place?” Han Li took a closer look at these cultivators with his Divine Sense and was suddenly shocked.

The group headed towards the place of strife consisted of three people, and he unexpectedly recognized two of them.

One was Daoist Heavencrystal, with whom he had traded before, followed by two malevolent ghost puppets, though marked with numerous scars, and one puppet had only one arm left, seemingly having gone through some troubles.

The other was the silver-haired elder from the Drifting Cloud Sect, his Senior Martial Brother Cheng.

The last person was an unfamiliar elder who had entered the valley with Elder Cheng.

As for the other very old cultivator who should have been there, there was no trace to be found, presumably having met with some mishap.

Having seen these people clearly, Han Li’s face grew gloomier.

It seemed that these few individuals had been drawn over by the astonishing conflict unfolding here.

They might even mistakenly believe that cultivators were fighting over some rare and valuable treasure!

If they knew that not only were there no treasures here but also creatures that devoured Nascent Souls, they would have undoubtedly stayed as far away as possible.

Because the distance was too great, it was already too late for Han Li to use the Sound Transmission Technique to halt them.

In the blink of an eye, these individuals had neared the battlefield.

Wei Wuya must have been delighted to have a few scapegoats share the pressure.

However, the silver-haired elder and his group were now in grave danger.

Han Li wouldn’t concern himself with others, but Senior Martial Brother Cheng from the Drifting Cloud Sect had treated him well.

He had always been one to recognize both kindness and enmity.

He simply could not stand idly by and watch this person march to his death.

It looked like he had no choice but to head over as well.

Han Li thought with reluctance.

His original plan was not to immediately take to his heels and run, but neither did he intend to rashly join the fight between Wei Wuya and the ancient devilish techniques.

He planned to sneak over quietly and assess the specific situation of their fight.

If Wei Wuya was only at a slight disadvantage, he would naturally join in to help and distract the newly arrived Demon Soul.

After all, as a Human Cultivator, he did not want to see an unchallenged ancient devil wreak havoc in the valley, devouring Nascent Souls left and right.

However, if Wei Wuya was indeed helpless and barely hanging on, Han Li would not sacrifice himself in the fight; rather, he would quickly make his escape in order to protect himself.

That could only be considered a calamity for all the cultivators in the valley.

Facing an opponent who had defeated even late Nascent Soul cultivators, he had no delusions about being able to turn the tide.

It would be an achievement merely to save his own life.

But now, with the silver-haired elder’s group recklessly charging into the fray, Han Li’s expression fluctuated several times, and he had to steel himself to join in.

If things were truly too dangerous, he would simply resort to the Bloodshadow Evasion Technique to escape.

However, when executing this secret technique, he would need to be precise with his direction; he definitely didn’t want to exit the technique only to immediately collide with a tear in space.

The risks were not small.

Unless it was absolutely necessary, Han Li would not use this escape technique.

After sorting out his thoughts, Han Li abruptly turned to Venerable Ancestor Ling Hu and the woman in white and said coldly,
“Since other fellow Daoists have offered their assistance, facing this creature that devours cultivators’ Nascent Souls, we cannot stand idly by.

Whether the two of you decide to join or not, Han Li is going ahead.

But you are now so close to the battlefield, Fellow Daoist Wei must have already detected your presence.

It may be difficult to explain yourselves to Brother Wei afterwards.”
Having delivered this message with a seven-parts warning and three-parts threatening tone, Han Li stomped his foot and transformed into a streak of azure light, rushing toward the battlefield.

Venerable Ancestor Ling Hu and the woman in white, after hearing Han Li’s words, were left speechless and stunned.

In just that brief moment of delay, the black-purple light and green struggle intensified.

They were now only about ten li away.

If Wei Wuya so intended, a sweep of his Divine Sense, even if only casual, would leave no place for them to hide.

Han Li’s words were not entirely a bluff.

“Let’s go.

Fellow Daoist Han is right.

As Human Cultivators, it is indeed our unshirkable duty to eliminate demons and uphold righteousness,” Venerable Ancestor Ling Hu said to the woman in white with a forced smile after twitching the corner of his mouth.

The woman’s face was overcast, fully aware of the stakes involved, but with no choice, she reluctantly nodded.

With so many cultivators taking action together, even against a formidable demon, surely they could at least ensure their own safety.

With a heart filled with luck, the two turned into streaks of shocking rainbows, both gritting their teeth as they also flew toward the battle.

Unbeknownst to them, a hundred li behind them, the Great Elder Dong Mentu from the Controlling Spirit Sect was leading three individuals in green robes flying rapidly toward this location.

Originally, there had been five late Nascent Soul cultivators transformed by the Five Element Spirit Nascents, but now only three remained.

The other two had apparently perished amidst tears in space and restrictive formations.

But there was not a hint of loss on his face; on the contrary, he looked somewhat excited as he occasionally glanced toward the distant horizon.

The fluctuations of Spiritual Energy were incredibly violent there, so much so that even from a hundred li away, he could sense them clearly.

It must have been some cultivators going all out for a treasure.

Naturally, he intended to head over and see if he could capitalize on the chaos.

…
Three hundred li away in another direction, Elder Zhong of the Ghost Spirit Sect was rushing toward the battlefield with a team of sect disciples, his expression extremely grim.

Although they had a map to navigate Devilfall Valley, along the way, two disciples had encountered mishaps and were utterly annihilated by the shifting tears in space.

His primary objective for this trip, for which he had gone to great lengths, was the spiritual wood he had finally found.

The Spirit Kindle Fruits on it, however, had already been picked by someone earlier.

Even with his profound cultivation, he almost burst with rage.

Those Spirit Fruits were critical for his advancement to the peak of the late Nascent Soul stage.

Since the signs of the fruits being picked were still exceptionally fresh and the Spirit Kindle Fruits needed to be used immediately in Alchemy, there was no doubt the one who took them could not have gone far.

He led his disciples in a frantic search in the vicinity, but alas, several days had passed with no success.

Just when he was about to lead his disciples back the way they came, dejected, a blast of air came rushing toward them, nearly devastating all of his disciples.

Fortunately, he carried with him a peak ninth-layer defensive ancient treasure, which enabled him to narrowly avoid disaster.

Then, the astonishing fluctuations of Spiritual Energy from afar induced a sudden thought.

He immediately thought of the cultivator who had stolen the Spirit Kindle Fruits and, unable to hold back, led his disciples in flying toward the commotion.

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