In a secluded secret room of a cave house, the light was as bright as day.
A huge white cocoon in the shape of a human stood in the center of the secret chamber. Its surface was covered in fine white threads of light that were connected to one another, layer after layer. There were no less than a hundred layers of this cocoon.
Suddenly, the formation below shone brightly, especially the nebula pattern below the white cocoon. It burst into a dazzling light that filled the room.
The bright threads of light on the surface of the white cocoon suddenly squirmed as if they were alive. Then, countless white runes suddenly appeared on the surface and expanded at an incredible speed.
After the cocoon expanded and shrank, it burst open.
Following an earth-shattering boom, a bare-chested young man suddenly emerged from the center of the secret chamber with his eyes closed.
He was tall and had an ordinary appearance. His whole body was wrapped in white gas.
It was Han Li.
He suddenly opened his eyes. Blue light flashed in his eyes and an amazing aura burst out from his body, rushing away the white gas that wrapped his body.
On his chest and abdomen, there were five dazzling blue light spots. Each of them had a strange star rune, spinning and flickering.
Under his skin, there was also a faint light flowing in his muscles and bones. The starlight flashed as if there were thousands of stars hidden in it.
After a while, as the star runes gradually faded, the light spots also disappeared.
Han Li opened his eyes and let out a long breath. He couldn't help but feel a little excited.
After two years of hard work, he had finally successfully condensed the fifth mysterious aperture and reached the fifth realm of the Little Big Dipper Yuan Gong.
This cultivation speed was more than a hundred times faster than what was described in the cultivation method!
What made him most excited was that his physical injuries had finally been completely healed at this moment. His Divine Soul had also recovered to about one-third of its peak.
As he thought so, he flipped his palm and a light blue spirit grass that looked like ginseng appeared in his palm. He put it in his mouth and chewed it.
Feeling the spiritual power in his dantian gradually filling, Han Li couldn't help but smile bitterly.
Over the past two years, he had accumulated quite a lot of Cloudcrane Grasses of five or six hundred years like the one in front of him for cultivation purposes through the green liquid.
The reason for this was because it was already enough for him. Anything more than that would just be a waste.
Not long ago, he even directly ripened a ten thousand year old plant and consumed it. As a result, after the medicinal power exceeded the Nascent Soul Stage, it still dissipated on its own. It did not help in recovering his cultivation at all.
Han Li shook his head and calmed his mind. He closed his eyes and casually looked inside his body, only to find that the thick mist shrouding his Dantian was obviously much thinner.
He was overjoyed and quickly cast his Divine Sense toward the golden light emitted by the Nascent Soul. He saw that the golden little person was still in its original position, sleeping soundly.
Seeing this situation, Han Li pondered for a while, then he channeled the power of his Divine Thought, causing the spiritual power contained in his dantian to surge. Slender crystal threads appeared out of thin air, flying up and down toward the nascent soul.
When approaching the nascent soul, all the crystal threads suddenly accelerated, stabbing straight at it like a steel needle.
At this moment, there was a loud "boom", and an arc-shaped black light swept out from the nascent soul, immediately blocking all the crystal threads.
Han Li's body shook violently, and he only felt a violent shock in his dantian.
His expression changed a few times. After gritting his teeth, he suddenly channeled the Cultivating Spirit Technique.
"Boom!" The power of his spiritual sense spread throughout his dantian, and the number of thin translucent threads abruptly increased drastically, transforming into a vast expanse of translucent waves that crashed viciously into the arc-shaped black light with unstoppable force.
"Poof"!
The arc-shaped black light only flashed a few times, and finally couldn't withstand it anymore, turning into a black smoke and dissipating.
The crystal tide suddenly submerged the golden little person, and Han Li's Divine Sense finally penetrated into the nascent soul's body as he wished.
As a result, the next moment, his face became abnormally ugly.
The nascent soul's body was crisscrossed, and there were eight pitch-black chains shining with a gloomy light!
These chains almost ran through the entire nascent soul, some connected to the nascent soul's limbs, and some went straight to the nascent soul's head. There was a faint black mist lingering on it, looking extremely strange.
What was even more shocking was that on these black chains, there seemed to be some kind of unknown power of law.
Han Li frowned slightly, and he channeled his mind to control the crystal threads to condense into a crystal clear small axe, chopping straight at a black chain.
"Clang".
The small axe blade chopped on the chain, and it suddenly shook, then it was pushed back by a strange force, flying upside down, collapsing into crystal light spots in the air, disappearing.
Han Li's mind was slightly shocked, and he stopped for a moment, then he channeled his technique again.
Under the command of his Divine Sense, a large amount of spiritual power turned into a green smoke, condensing and floating toward the black chain. It attached to it like a thick mist, trying to melt it.
However, the moment the green smoke came into contact with the chains, the chains immediately began to shake rapidly. Wisps of black mist suddenly increased, and very quickly, they wrapped around the green smoke and engulfed it.
Seeing this, Han Li still didn't want to give up, and his gestures changed again …
At the same time, somewhere in the Celestial World.
In a vast and boundless desert, the sky was gloomy and gloomy, and the air was suffused with a pungent and suffocating smell of dust. Violent winds howled in the surroundings like the wailing of thousands of ghosts, and the layers of sand that were raised up covered the entire horizon.
In the sky, dozens of yellow sand dragons rolled forward like a yellow high wall that connected the sky and the earth. It rolled forward, getting wider and wider, and the momentum was getting bigger and bigger.
However, when it rolled to about ten miles away from the center of the desert, it clearly did not encounter any obstacles, but it suddenly collapsed with a loud bang as if it had hit a towering mountain, turning into dust that scattered in all directions.
In the center of the desert, there was a majestic hall that was more than a hundred feet high. The hall was completely yellow, and there were no carvings on the exterior. It looked like it was made of yellow sand, exuding a desolate and unsophisticated breath.
The interior of the hall was rather spacious, and there were dozens of thick square pillars scattered everywhere. Dozens of braziers hung on the walls on both sides of the hall, emitting a gloomy green glow, causing the entire hall to appear even more gloomy and gloomy, and outlining a lonely pitch-black wide chair in the depths of the hall.
What was strange was that the wind was whistling outside, but the hall was extremely quiet. There was almost no sound.
"Clang clang"
There was a skinny middle-aged man sitting on the pitch-black chair. He was slightly raising his withered palm, causing the greenish-black chain that was wrapped around his arm to emit a sound of metal rubbing against metal.
This man's cheeks were sunken, and his face was withered. His half-closed mouth revealed a row of dense white teeth. He was wearing a snow-white cloak, and the skin that was exposed on his body was purple and black. He looked exactly like a green-faced, ferocious-fanged zombie.
Upon closer inspection, the white cloak on his body was wrapped densely with greenish-black chains that were as thick as an arm. The ends of the chains extended in all directions, and almost covered the entire hall.
At this time, the zombie-like man's tightly closed eyes suddenly opened, and a strange expression appeared on his greenish-black, withered face.
"Guards!"
The zombie-like man shouted in a low voice. His voice was hoarse and deep, as if his throat was also filled with sand.
The iron chains on the ground not far from him suddenly shook, and an earthy yellow lump slowly bulged up from below. Then, it distorted and blurred, and unexpectedly transformed into a tall and sturdy man wearing ancient bronze armor.
The man's complexion was dark green, and it seemed as if there was a layer of copper rust on his face. He knelt on the ground and respectfully said,
"Ancestor!"
"In the past thousand years, among my disciples, who has used the Primordial Isolation Chain that I have personally bestowed upon them?" The zombie-like man's voice was hoarse as he asked directly.
"Ancestor, three hundred years ago, Lord Fang Pan, who was serving in the Immortal Palace, encountered a strong enemy. He once used the Primordial Isolation Chain to kill his opponent. After that, no one else has used it," the copper-armored man immediately replied.
When the zombie-like man heard this, he softly muttered to himself, "So it was Old Seven …"
After thinking for a moment, he opened his mouth and said to the copper-armored man, "Send a message to Fang Pan. Tell him that the enemy that he used the Primordial Isolation Chain to kill didn't die. Now, he has once again activated the power of law contained in the Primordial Isolation Chain."