After leaving the Wine Manor, Han Li returned to his cave residence's secret chamber.
He sat down cross-legged on the spot after activating all the restrictions in the cave.
Previously, he had completed two Deacon Missions in one go. Although the process wasn't too difficult, he was exhausted from running non-stop.
Now that he had three days of free time, he could refine the immortal wine that he had drunk from old man Hu Yan. At the same time, he could rest for a while.
As a result, Han Li had only closed his eyes for a short while. Then, he suddenly opened his eyes. His complexion changed slightly.
The storage bracelet on his hand suddenly trembled violently without warning.
Without waiting for him to do anything, a black light flashed. The long black blade automatically flew out of it. It immediately turned into a black shadow, and shot into the distance at an astonishing speed.
Because everything happened too suddenly, Han Li couldn't stop the long blade as it flew out. But, he immediately reacted and made a sign with his hands.
Suddenly, a green light appeared in the secret chamber. It blocked the path of the long black blade.
"Hula!"
The surface of the long black blade shone with black light. It issued a beast-like roar. The black blade light swallowed and spat. It easily cut open the green light. However, its speed was also slightly slowed down.
Han Li's body shone with golden light. The Treasure Wheel of Truth emerged in an instant. Golden ripples spread out, and instantly enveloped the surrounding area of ten feet. The long black blade was shrouded in it.
The speed of the long blade suddenly slowed down by more than three times. Then, it was pulled back by an invisible suction force. It fell into Han Li's hand.
Buzz!
The long black blade made a buzzing sound. It constantly trembled and struggled. But, it couldn't break free from Han Li's iron grip.
"What's going on?" Han Li frowned when he saw this.
Fang Pan was dead. The long black blade that belonged to him had already been carefully refined by him over the years. So, why was there such an abnormality today?
While he was thinking, his huge Divine Sense had already explored the black blade.
But, the next moment, his complexion sank again.
The black saber had completely broken free from his control, and a formless energy had appeared within it, blocking his Divine Sense from continuing to invade it.
"Humph!" Han Li snorted coldly, and a crystal light flashed between his eyebrows.
An even more majestic Divine Sense surged out, and transformed into a foot-long translucent sword-shadow. After a blur, it chopped into the black blade.
"Chi!" The sword projection easily sliced through the invisible force.
This invisible sword shadow was the Mental Sword Chant.
Han Li's Divine Sense sank into the long black saber, passing through the layers of restrictions on the saber's body. Soon, he reached the deepest part of the restrictions. His vision blurred, and he appeared in a black space.
This place was covered with countless thick and thin black patterns, like countless dense spider webs, condensing into a huge and complicated spell formation. At the center of the spell formation was a black altar.
A ball of distorted black light floated within the altar, flickering endlessly. The surrounding runes seemed to be resonating with it, also flickering endlessly.
Han Li was shocked when he saw this.
After he got the black saber, he had carefully sacrificial refined it, and his Divine Sense had also reached here.
But, at that time, the runes here were not so complicated. There was only about one-third of it, and there was no current atmosphere at all. The current situation was probably the original appearance of the black saber's core restriction.
He turned his gaze and looked at the ball of black light.
The ball of black light seemed to have sensed his presence, and light flashed as a rather hazy face appeared before turning toward Han Li.
The facial features of this face were blurred, and only a pair of eyes were slightly clear. They were thin and long, shaped like a blade, and there was a sense of anger and arrogance in them.
Seeing this, Han Li's heart moved.
Although this face was not very clear, it was definitely not Fang Pan.
After thinking for a while, his heart suddenly understood. It seemed that the owner of this black saber was not Fang Pan. Perhaps Fang Pan had borrowed it from that person.
Although he had carefully sacrificial refined this saber, if the original owner of the black saber had any means to hide, he naturally could not sense it.
"Not good!" Han Li's expression suddenly changed.
At this moment, the owner of the black saber suddenly activated the mark in the saber. Perhaps he was sensing the specific location of the black saber so that he could retrieve it.
If this person really found it, it would be big trouble.
Thinking of this, Han Li let out a long whistle.
The next moment, a crystal light flashed above the black altar, and a huge translucent sword shadow emerged, slashing at the black light.
The blurred face also roared. In a flash, it turned into a crystal black chain, which was somewhat similar to the Primordial Isolation Chain. It whipped at the sword shadow.
The two collided fiercely!
With a "kacha" sound, the black chain was cut into two by the sword shadow. Then, with a "bang" sound, it turned into countless black lights and drifted away.
All the runes in the black space immediately stopped flashing, and everything returned to normal.
At the same time, the black saber also stopped trembling, and the light on its surface dissipated. It looked very docile, as if it had been completely refined.
However, there was not much joy on Han Li's face at the moment. His Divine Sense turned to look at the black altar.
Inside the altar, there was an engraved mark that seemed to be neither a word nor a painting, exuding a faint spiritual light.
"Life Imprint!"
He snorted coldly, and with a thought, the sky above the altar flashed again, and a transparent sword shadow appeared, fiercely slashing at the imprint.
Bang!
The transparent sword shadow seemed to have hit an iron stone, and was bounced back.
The Life Imprint only slightly trembled, and immediately returned to its original state, as stable as a rock, indestructible.
Han Li's face sank, and his eyes flickered. He did not continue to attack, but directly withdrew all of his Divine Sense.
He looked at the black saber in his hand, and his expression became uncertain.
Just as Han Li's Divine Sense invaded the black saber, wanting to erase the imprint, hundreds of millions of miles away from the Ancient Cloud Continent, a giant black crane was flying forward with its wings spread up and down.
The crane's entire body was covered in pitch-black iron feathers, but the feathers on the top of its head were golden, like a golden crown. The surface of the feathers on its body was faintly discernible with black flames, especially on its two wings, the black flames were even denser, faintly condensing into two larger black flame wings around its wings.
The giant crane's wings flapped rapidly, and every time it flapped, it flew forward hundreds of miles, as if it was teleporting. It was astonishingly fast.
A yellow-robed man, nearly ten feet tall, with a sallow complexion and a bronze forehead protector, was sitting cross-legged on the back of the black crane.
More than a hundred yellow formation flags floated around the burly man's body, emitting beams of yellow light that formed a yellow formation that was several hundred feet in size. It flickered and flickered as it slowly rotated.
He made a gesture with both hands, and countless yellow talismans flew out from his hands. After hovering in the air for a while, they merged into the surrounding magic array. It seemed that he was casting some secret technique.
"Peng!"
The yellow magic array shook violently, and disintegrated into pieces. The formation flags scattered in all directions.
The sallow-faced man's complexion turned slightly pale, and he opened his eyes.
"Damn it!" The man narrowed his eyes, and shot out two cold rays of light. He then shouted in a low voice.
With a wave of his hand, all the scattered formation flags circled around and gathered back into his head, disappearing without a trace.
"Master, can't you lock the location of that person?" The black giant crane suddenly opened its mouth and made a sharp voice.
"Hmph!
Just a little bit, but I can roughly sense the direction of the kid's location.
Fang Pan, that trash, is dead. He even lost my Black Emperor Immortal Slaughtering Blade. "The sallow-faced man snorted coldly.
"Fang Pan is just a playboy who relies on his master. How can he be compared with master?" The giant crane said with some disdain.
"No matter what, the Black Emperor Immortal Exterminating Blade is my Life Bound Immortal Artifact. I can't lose it. If I had known earlier, I wouldn't have listened to Fang Pan's one-sided story and lent this treasure to him," the burnt-faced man said with some regret.
"Speaking of which, this Han Li is really lucky. Not only did he not die that year, but he also killed Fang Pan now.
But now that master has taken action, as long as we find that kid, we can pinch him to death. "The black giant crane said with a flattering smile.
"I don't know what secret this kid is hiding, but Fang Pan is so persistent. I'm very curious!
In any case, I can't let that old ghost know. Otherwise, I won't have anything to do with it. "The sallow-faced man said coldly. His yellow robe swelled, and a huge aura spread out.
The nearby air trembled and made a series of loud crackling sounds.
The black giant crane felt the terrifying aura emitted by the sallow-faced man and lowered its head. Its body could not help but tremble, and it sped up again.
… …
Han Li looked at the black saber in his hand. His thoughts turned, and his two hands suddenly moved at the same time, quickly forming hand signs.
A dazzling blue light suddenly burst out from his hands, turning into huge blue runes that fell on the black saber.
Blue runes suddenly appeared on the surface of the black saber, and in the blink of an eye, they covered every part of the black saber.
At this moment, the black saber had become a blue saber, and it did not emit a trace of aura.
This was a treasure sealing technique that he had learned in the past, and it could be used to seal magic treasures.
After doing this, Han Li took out a black box. This item was clearly a treasure. Its surface was flashing, and it faintly emitted an indescribable aura.
He put the black saber away and flipped his hand to take out a few sealing glyphs. He stuck them all onto the black box.
Han Li looked at the black box in his hand and frowned.
Although he had added so many seals, he was not confident that he could completely isolate the saber's original owner's senses.
In other words, if he continued to keep this saber by his side, there was still a risk that someone would come looking for him.
Although he did not know the relationship between the saber's owner and Fang Pan, he was certain that they were enemies.
He did not know what special method that person used to refine this saber, but the imprint on it was so stubborn.
According to Han Li's estimations, with his current cultivation and methods, if he wanted to completely erase it, he would need to spend at least a hundred years and use his True Fire to slowly refine it.