A Record of a Mortal s Journey to Immortality

Chapter 854: Volume 6 Spirit Treasures Chapter 851 Unexpected Turn Chapter 854: Volume 6 Spirit Treasures Chapter 851 Unexpected Turn The dragon’s cry ceased, and the shadow of the flood dragon soared to the heavens before circling once and diving into Han Li’s back, disappearing without a trace.

A blood-red light pierced through his spine, and a pattern of a blood flood dragon emerged, going from blurry to sharp, several inches in size, as vivid as life.

At that moment, Han Li’s body flickered with blood-red light.

From his cheeks to his arms, thumb-sized, translucent blood-colored scales appeared, while a sharp pain on his head gave birth to a small delicate flood dragon horn, crimson as blood.

His palms transformed as well, his fingers becoming sharp, and his nails turned into tough, razor-like talons.

At first glance, Han Li’s transformed appearance bore a resemblance to the Demon Soul trapped within the Array, albeit with only three points of similarity.

Han Li still had a human face, his scales dripping blood red, while the Demon Soul’s two heads were fierce beyond compare, and its scales were purple.

Han Li had cast the Spirit Subjugation Talisman, fusing his True Yuan with the power of the flood dragon spirit.

His cultivation momentarily reached the peak of the early Nascent Soul Stage, merely a hair’s breadth from the mid Nascent Soul Stage.

Now, he emitted green and red spiritual light all around him, his two hands grasping the hilt of the Blood Devil Sword, furiously pouring all his mana into it.

The Blood Devil Sword trembled violently and then its blood light surged several zhang high, emitting a pungent stench of blood.

And Han Li’s forehead horn, fully empowered by the flood dragon’s spirit, shone bright and blinding red, releasing a dazzling radiance.

Han Li had made up his mind; since he had trapped the Demon Soul within the Sword Array, he must prevent the other ancient devilish techniques from coming to its rescue.

Otherwise, if the two demons were to join bodies, the trouble would become immense.

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But with the chasing monster’s speed, it wouldn’t wait for the Sword Array to close before it was upon him.

The only method was to take the initiative, to exterminate the Demon Soul on the spot.

With only one creature remaining, it would surely not be a match for the group of cultivators following him.

Although utilizing the Blood Devil Sword came with grave consequences and would greatly deplete his True Yuan, he had already decided to annihilate the demon with full force and then immediately escape from the dangerous situation, refusing to join the group of cultivators in their attack on the other creature.

He didn’t want to suffer any accidents due to his significantly diminished cultivation.

Having dealt with one of the creatures on his own, he believed that the other cultivators would have no complaints about it.

But at this moment, the Blood Devil Sword seemed like a bottomless pit, swiftly consuming most of Han Li’s spiritual power.

The blood-red sword light contracted and expanded erratically, reaching a vast length of six to seven zhang.

The gathered spiritual energy was so strong that even Han Li himself was secretly shocked.

Seeing this, the Demon Soul in the Array focused intently on the sword light, its face gradually showing a hint of fear.

“Are you seeking death?

Human Cultivator recklessly wielding our Sacred Realm’s Holy Artifact without consideration, do you wish to be demonized?” At last, unable to bear it, the Demon Soul, with both heads, harshly shouted.

Han Li sneered coldly but continued to pour his spiritual power into the sword, paying no heed to the objection.

The Demon Soul was immediately filled with rage.

It knew that the other was intent on taking its life.

Suddenly, a blood light flashed, and it beheaded one of its own arms as quickly as one draws a blade.

The severed limb fell, the wound as smooth as a mirror, without a single drop of blood, which seemed extremely eerie.

But in the blink of an eye as the arm fell, it was caught by the other hand.

Then, opening its mouth, it sprayed several mouthfuls of blood essence onto it, while an ancient incantation was uttered at the same time.

The severed arm immediately shone with light, twisting and writhing as it transformed into a long sword resembling the Blood Devil Sword.

This sword was made of white bone and shrouded in pitch-black Demonic Qi.

A mere wave sent strands of Demonic Qi surging to the heavens.

The Demon Soul placed this sword before itself, also pouring its demonic energy into the blade.

Suddenly, a black sword light appeared on it, swiftly expanding.

Han Li was somewhat taken by surprise upon seeing this and felt chilled by the demon’s ruthlessness.

Although he did not know the power of the bone sword created through self-mutilation, it was obviously no trifling matter, and he dared not take it lightly.

With a thought, he immediately stopped infusing mana and violently shook the Blood Devil Sword, targeting the Demon Soul in the Sword Array, and mercilessly striking down with the blade.

He would not give the opponent a chance to fully unleash the bone sword’s power and promptly launched his attack.

The blood-red sword light, more than ten zhang long, silently cleaved down, bearing down oppressively into the Sword Array.

Before the sword light arrived, the air was flooded with a blood-soaked aura, the space in the Array trembled, and it even began to distort and warp, while an inexplicable humming noise resonated from all directions.

The Demon Soul was horrified.

This situation surely indicated the sword had been pushed to its limits.

And if it hadn’t remembered incorrectly, human cultivators from their Ancient Devil Realm shouldn’t have been able to unleash more than half the power of their holy artifacts.

Could this be related to the transformation the other had just undergone?

Although the Demon Soul had lived through the ancient wars, it was not aware that the human cultivators had since developed something as inconceivable as the “Spirit Subjugation Talisman.” Naturally, it was completely baffled by this.

But in the face of life-threatening danger, the Demon Soul had no time to ponder further, left with no choice but to hastily lift the bone sword barely infused with a bit of mana, as both its heads let out a mighty shout.

A black sword aura, nearly half the size of the blood light, whistled as it slashed out from the bone sword, heading straight for the blood light in the sky.

Moments later, the two sword auras collided!

With a “boom,” a thunderous explosion, akin to a bolt out of the blue, echoed from high above.

The two sword auras instantly intertwined and tangled together.

Rings of hurricane-like shockwaves erupted from the point of collision, blowing the silver-haired elder back more than a dozen steps before he could barely stabilize his figure.

As for Han Li, relying on his advanced cultivation close to the mid Nascent Soul Stage, he merely swayed a few times and took half a step back, then remained motionless.

The Demon Soul, on the other hand, regarded the shockwaves as if they were nothing, standing unmovable, albeit with a tense expression watching the sky.

The scene that surprised both Han Li and the Demon Soul unfolded.

As the shockwaves passed, a fist-sized, dull black sphere eerily emerged amidst the intertwining sword auras and rapidly grew, twisting and elongating.

In the blink of an eye, a four or five zhang long, several feet wide, pitch-black object appeared above the Sword Array.

Still puzzled by what was happening, Han Li watched as streams of five-colored rays poured out from the elongated object, fleeting and spilling at an angle.

Because they were too close and the rays too swift, the Demon Soul and Han Li, standing at the fringe of the Sword Array, were unexpectedly enveloped by the rays and then, under a great suction force, were swept towards the sky.

The elder, who had retreated more than a dozen steps, was fortunate not to be enveloped.

“Not good!

This is a tear in space!”
In an instant, Han Li realized what was happening.

Shocked, he attempted to forcibly break free from the rays.

But as soon as he tried to muster his mana, Han Li’s face turned pale in an instant.

All spiritual power vanished from his body without a trace, and he was unable to summon even a sliver of mana.

Breaking out in a cold sweat, Han Li saw he was about to be devoured by the space rift and, in his panic, could only send out a desperate Divine Sense command to the Azure Bamboo Bee Cloud Sword he had set up in the formation below.

The Demon Soul, similarly sucked into the rays, appeared to face the same plight as Han Li, his face full of terror.

With a flash of light, Han Li and the Demon Soul, without the slightest resistance, were swallowed by the black space rift.

Below, a series of clear rings sounded as hundreds of golden sword lights appeared around them and then turned into several feet long golden-red beams, shooting into the rift.

Simultaneously, an extremely furious howl was heard approaching from afar.

After a few flashes of a black devil flame, it appeared near the space rift as if by teleportation.

The flame flickered and extinguished, revealing a giant figure akin to a devil.

It was another ancient devil that had possessed a demonic body.

Seeing the Demon Soul being sucked into the space rift, the devil was both shocked and furious but dared not step into the range covered by the rays.

However, it caught sight of the last few Azure Bamboo Bee Cloud Swords Han Li had sent toward the rift and, without a second thought, stretched out a hand to grab them.

Suddenly, a gigantic Demon Claw materialized over the flying swords and reached for them.

Most of the flying swords chimed and expertly dodged and entered the rift.

Only two golden swords were too slow to evade and were caught by the Demon Claw, immobilized.

Just then, a Purple Fireball also roared through the air from nowhere and into the rift following them.

The towering ancient devil hesitated for a moment, about to take action, when the rift in the sky suddenly shook violently, quickly shrinking and sealing, disappearing without a trace in the blink of an eye.

Suddenly, all that remained were the devil and the stunned silver-haired elder not far away.

The ancient devil stared blankly at where the space rift had disappeared, his expression flickering between surprise and uncertainty, then suddenly turned to look at the elder, his ferocious face revealing a violent expression.

Startled, the elder hurriedly raised his hand and released a yellow flying sword to shield his whole body before slowly retreating, cursing his bad luck inwardly.

But his gaze involuntarily shifted left and right and his face showed a hint of joy.

“Eh!

Isn’t this Fellow Daoist Cheng?

What on earth happened here, and what is this demon?” A calm voice suddenly came from afar, and a group of cultivators in green robes appeared a hundred yards away.

At the forefront was a green-robed elder, the Great Elder Dong Mentu from the Controlling Spirit Sect.

The three people behind him were the last of the Five Element Spirit Nascents.

“That is precisely the question I have as well!” Almost simultaneously, a somber voice came from another direction.

Then, a dozen or so spiritual lights flew in, with everyone wearing black robes, appearing to be disciples of the Ghost Spirit Sect.

The one leading and speaking was Elder Zhong from the Ghost Spirit Sect.

Both groups of cultivators had witnessed the last moments of the space rift’s disappearance and were astonished.

“This story is a long one.

Let’s deal with this demon first.

But fellow Daoists, be extremely careful-this demon is extremely dangerous, and a moment’s carelessness could be fatal,” the silver-haired elder said with a wry smile, forcing himself to keep his spirits up.

Dong Mentu and Elder Zhong exchanged a puzzled glance but without another word, they led the cultivators behind them cautiously closer, surrounding the tall demon creature from a distance.

The Demon Soul’s two huge demon heads slowly turned, surveying the human cultivators around.

One face twitched at the corner of the mouth, revealing a strong killing intent.

The other face displayed a mockingly smiling expression, with mockery flashing in its eyes.

Without speaking, its four arms lightly waved in the air, and four huge, ink-black light blades appeared in its hands.

With a slight flick, piercing whines emanated from each huge blade.

Upon recognizing this all too familiar scene, the silver-haired elder’s face turned extremely grim.