Just as Han Li was about to break one of the chains on his Nascent Soul, a shriveled man sitting on a pitch-black chair in a desert hall tens of thousands of kilometers away from the Black Wind Sea Region suddenly had a slight change in his expression. He slowly opened his eyes, revealing a pair of turbid eyes that seemed to be covered by a layer of mist.
The azure-black chains that covered the entire hall immediately floated off the ground like goose feathers and let out a trembling sound.
The man muttered to himself for a moment before letting out a cold laugh. He didn't do anything else and slowly closed his eyes once more.
All of the chains in the hall safely fell to the ground and became silent once more.
… …
Within the small courtyard on Wu Meng Island.
Han Li's eyes were tightly shut and he was wholeheartedly urging the silver threads of light to wrap around the second pitch-black chain.
At this moment, he couldn't help but frown and a moderate wave rippled in his sea of knowledge.
He faintly sensed that when he broke the first chain, he seemed to have touched a terrifying existence on the other end of the chain.
He couldn't help but feel nervous. He was afraid that a new black chain would appear in his dantian like last time.
Fortunately, after a long time, there were no abnormalities on his Nascent Soul. Only then did he feel slightly relieved and focus all of his attention on the second chain.
He saw his magic power and the power of the stars condensed into silver threads of light. They climbed up and quickly wrapped around the second chain.
The surface of the chain immediately emitted black smoke like before and the black crystalline light on it also began to fade.
However, compared to the previous time, the speed at which the black light faded was clearly slower. Correspondingly, Han Li's silver threads of light consumed more.
For a time, there was a stalemate.
… …
Several days later, on a night.
The silver pillar of light in the small courtyard exploded and turned into specks of silver light.
Han Li slowly opened his eyes and looked at the incarnation of the Earth Deity sitting across from him. A trace of exhaustion flashed in his eyes.
After a few days of constant wear and tear, the black runes on the second chain were greatly depleted. Finally, after being hacked dozens of times with his Spiritual Sense Giant Axe, the chain broke.
However, after this ordeal, the meager amount of magic power in Han Li's body and the magic power that the Earth God Incarnation converted from the power of faith had been exhausted, so he could only stop for the time being.
"Looks like this is going to be a long battle …"
Han Li sighed, took out a pill, put it into his mouth, and closed his eyes to adjust his breathing.
Beside him, the Earth Deity's incarnation sat cross-legged with a calm expression. Its entire body glowed with a misty blue light as it slowly absorbed the faith energy from the various stone statues on Wu Meng Island.
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At the same time, Floating Cloud World.
Tens of thousands of miles high up in the sky, the sky was clear and blue. Huge clouds of different shapes and sizes were floating everywhere. Blown by the airflow, they would roll and unwind, gathering and dispersing.
As the position of the sun in the sky continued to move, the angle of the sunlight constantly changed, causing the colors of the clouds that were illuminated by the sunlight to change accordingly, showing different colors such as green, blue, yellow, red, and so on.
Below a huge cloud shaped like a five-colored phoenix, there was a verdant mountain range that was more than a thousand miles long. The mountain range was winding, like a hibernating dragon, and it had an extraordinary aura.
At the center of the mountain range, there was a solitary peak that was more than a thousand feet tall, standing proudly above the other peaks in the surroundings.
From the foot of the mountain to the mountainside, there was a dense vegetation, and it was full of vitality. As for the peak that towered into the colorful clouds, there was sparse vegetation, and white rocks were exposed everywhere.
On the peak of the mountain, there was a vast white square. Behind the square, near the cliff, stood a majestic golden hall.
At this moment, there were dozens of cultivators dressed in all kinds of clothes gathered in the hall. Each of them looked like a secular official, and they stood respectfully on both sides of the hall.
Among these people, there were old men, young girls, middle-aged Confucian scholars, and rugged men. Without exception, they were all Mahayana Stage cultivators.
At this moment, on the main seat in the middle of the hall, there was a Youth man dressed in black. He looked to be in his twenties or thirties, and he was extraordinarily handsome, and his eyes were unusually sharp. He was Fang Pan, who had been sent to the Cloudy Floating World to quell the beast tide.
"Immortal Envoy Fang, under the joint efforts of the Immortal Worship Sect and the Zhuo Yan Sect, the many cultivator sects in the East Flow Continent and the West Chuan Continent have completely suppressed the beast tide there. I believe it won't be long before it is completely eliminated," a long-bearded old man in a grey robe took a step forward and said respectfully to the black-clothed Youth.
Almost everyone in the hall was filled with reverence for this Lord Immortal Envoy from the Immortal World. On one hand, it was because this person's strength was unfathomable, and on the other hand, it was because his style of doing things was too ruthless and decisive.
Ever since he arrived at the Cloudy Floating World, he had issued many swift and decisive measures to deal with the beast tide. Not only did he require the major sects to strictly carry out the measures, he also personally supervised them.
Several elders of the major sects in the hall had been decisively killed because they did not do their job well.
However, the people in the hall would not feel the slightest bit of resentment towards this Immortal Envoy Fang because of this.
On one hand, it was naturally because they did not dare to do so. On the other hand, it was because this person was extremely serious about dealing with the beast tide. He was even more attentive than the people of the Cloudy Floating World.
They had seen Immortal Envoy Fang kill his way into the beast tide by himself many times and kill the most ferocious mother beasts hidden among them.
After listening to this person's report, Fang Pan nodded slightly. Just as he was about to speak, a ball of yellow light suddenly lit up at his waist, and there was a rapid buzzing sound.
His expression changed slightly, and he took out a circular communication array plate from his waist. With a move of his Divine Sense, he swept it over.
After a while, his expression became somewhat uncertain, and in the end, it became completely gloomy.
Seeing this, everyone in the hall was extremely nervous, and they did not even dare to breathe loudly.
After keeping the array plate, Fang Pan looked at everyone in the hall and shouted in a low voice,
"All of you, move immediately. Order all the sects to mobilize all their forces. We must clean up the remnants of the beast tide on the two continents in the shortest time possible. Those who disobey will be killed!"
Hearing this, everyone was extremely shocked, but they did not dare to have any objections. One after another, they received the order and left the hall.
Not long after, the entire hall became empty, and only Fang Pan was left in it.
With a flip of his hand, he took out a translucent white jade porcelain bottle and raised it to his eyes. Looking at the drop of golden blood that was slowly sliding along the bottle's wall, he muttered to himself,
"Even if you can remove the Yuan Isolating Chain, so what?
Since you've already returned to the Immortal Realm, with this last drop of blood, I can find your exact location.
Once this is over, I'll go back and personally grind your bones to ashes. This time, I'll definitely destroy your body and soul … "
At the end of his words, a trace of malevolence flashed across his brows, and his eyes revealed an extremely sinister look.
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Time flew by like a white steed passing through a crack. Very soon, an entire year had passed.
During this year, there would be a silver pillar of light descending from the night sky on Wu Meng Island almost every night, and there would be unusual movements on the island from time to time.
All the islanders knew that this was because the guardian god of their Wu Meng Island was in closed-door cultivation.
In the beginning, they were not used to it, but as time passed, they gradually got used to it. On the contrary, if there was no unusual movements on a day, they would feel that they could not sleep well.
However, the movements on the island tonight were too great. Practically the entire island was trembling non-stop, and even the sea near the island was affected, causing huge waves to surge.
Many islanders were unable to sleep peacefully, so they went to the statues of the ancestor god all over the island and prayed sincerely.
At this moment, in the small courtyard at the center of the island, Han Li, who was dressed in green, was sitting cross-legged amidst the lustrous white starlight. His eyes were shut tightly, and his face was filled with a solemn expression.
In front of him, the incarnation of the Earth God, who was sitting opposite him, was also glowing with an aqua-blue light. It was converting all the power of faith in its body into magic power, and continuously channeling it into his body.
At this moment, the inside of Han Li's dantian was filled with lustrous white starlight, and a small golden person was floating in the white light.
The eight pitch-black chains that had originally extended from his body had already disappeared. In their place was a greenish-black chain that extended from his lower abdomen, and it was almost tangible.
This chain was the last chain that had been condensed after the other eight chains had all collapsed.
With the help of the formation, Han Li used the power of the stars and magic power to wear down the black crystal light on the chain for more than three months before he finally got rid of most of it, revealing the true form of the chain.
"Whew!"
With a thought from Han Li, a huge crystal axe that was condensed from the power of Divine Sense immediately appeared in his dantian. He suddenly raised it and chopped down heavily on the chain.
"Boom!" It was as if a thunder had exploded in Han Li's dantian.
The Divine Sense Giant Axe flew back high into the air and dissipated into specks of light. However, the greenish-black chains remained as clean as before, without a single mark on them.
Han Li's expression did not change, and he seemed to have expected this situation.
He groaned, and all the magic power in his body immediately surged out, absorbing all the power of the stars in his dantian, condensing it into a silver palm, and reached out to grab the chain.
At the same time, under the operation of the Spirit Cultivation Technique, there was also a storm in his sea of consciousness. The majestic power of Divine Sense rushed into his dantian, and it turned into a huge crystal hand that grabbed the chain.
After the two giant hands clenched, Han Li immediately pulled hard.
The black chain immediately tightened into a straight line, and a burst of intense pain erupted from the Nascent Soul.
He clenched his teeth and urged the power of Divine Sense to continuously flow into his dantian. At the same time, the two giant hands did not loosen their strength and desperately pulled.