Chapter 1117: Sudden Awakening

As the two giant swords, one gold and one white, clashed, a deafening roar erupted in the void!

The white giant sword was blocked, but Han Li himself was sent flying, spitting out a mouthful of blood, his aura in disarray.

With his Time Law power greatly suppressed by the Lamp of Time, he was clearly unable to withstand an attack from a Da Luo existence.

However, a flicker of shock passed through Daoist Master Daoyin's eyes, clearly not expecting that even this strike infused with Law power could not kill the mere late-Tai Yi stage junior on the spot.

What equally surprised him was the endless array of tricks the opponent had up his sleeve.

Jiao San paid no heed to the battle here, darting like lightning toward the five-colored altar, reaching its front in the blink of an eye.

However, the front of the altar was now covered by a layer of fire formed by the flame of the Lamp of Time.

She muttered incantations under her breath and raised both hands upward.

Threads of dark red crystal shot out from within her body, weaving and intertwining in front of her, while the dark red light within the surrounding spiritual domain swiftly converged.

As these dark red crystal threads grew more numerous, Jiao San's face became increasingly pale, and her breath grew unsteady, as if all her strength were being drained away bit by bit.

Yet her gaze carried a hint of determination, and the speed of her incantation increased once more.

The void rumbled and trembled; under the interweaving of the dense dark red crystal threads, a faint image of a dark red wheel the size of a house emerged.

The surface of the wheel was arranged with six pitch-black holes, laid out in the shape of a six-petal plum blossom, inlaid upon the wheel. Within each hole, black light churned, forming a vortex that slowly rotated.

An indescribably eerie power emanated from the circular wheel, causing the nearby, otherwise stable void to rumble and shake.

Jiao San let out a sharp cry and swung both hands forward. The dark red wheel instantly shot forth, spinning with a thunderous roar, and crashed into the golden curtain of fire.

A loud crackling sound erupted!

The golden fire curtain trembled violently, sending up tongues of golden flame that coiled around the surface of the dark red wheel. But as soon as they touched, they were extinguished by a sweep of the pitch-black light.

Dao Yin Zhenren grew anxious. He changed his hand seals and, abandoning his attempt to kill Han Li, sent several spells into the golden fire curtain, causing its flames to surge.

As Jiao San opened her mouth, several clumps of essence blood sprayed out, and she instantly became utterly feeble.

But the thick, dense blood mist instantly merged into the dark red wheel, causing its rotation speed to suddenly increase. A mass of black light, carrying an invisible force, pressed down toward the fire curtain.

The surface of the fire curtain was covered by the pitch-black light from the wheel, and with a "噗" sound, it burst apart, turning into a sky full of remnant flames.

"The Law of Reincarnation!"

Upon seeing this, True Lord Daoyin's eyes nearly split with rage.

He never expected that these two Taiyi-stage cultivators had cultivated the Time Law and the Reincarnation Law, both belonging to the three supreme laws, and their mastery was no less than that of Daluo-stage cultivators.

But alas, all this happened in the blink of an eye. Lei Yuce and the others were already hard-pressed to maintain the great formation and simply could not spare themselves to lend him a hand.

"Fellow Daoist Han, now is the time! Make your move!" Jiao San shouted loudly.

At this moment, her face was as pale as paper, and she half-knelt on the ground as if completely drained. The rotation of the dark red wheel also slowed down, on the verge of collapsing.

Before Jiao San's words had faded, Han Li's form had already turned into a streak of light, flashing through the fire curtain in an instant.

But he did not rush toward the altar; instead, he charged toward the Lamp of Time on the altar.

"Fellow Daoist Han, what are you doing?" Jiao San was startled.

At this moment, the shadow of the lamp was reflected deep in Han Li's pupils, his eyes somewhat hazy, as if at this moment, aside from the Lamp of Time, nothing else could occupy his sight.

"You brat, you're asking for death!" True Lord Daoyin's eyes blazed with fury as he roared.

After his furious shout, he formed a hand seal with one hand, pointed a finger from afar toward the direction of the Lamp of Time, bit the tip of his tongue, and fiercely spat out a mouthful of golden-glowing tongue-tip essence blood.

The Lamp of Time immediately trembled violently. The lamp oil in the vessel seemed to boil, churning fiercely. As drops splashed out, they instantly transformed into a blazing golden flame that surged toward Han Li.

Han Li, however, seemed completely unaware of this. The desire in his eyes had devoured his reason, and his expression turned manic. He pushed the Great Five Elements Illusory World Technique within him to its utmost limit.

The five manifestations of the Time Law, including the True Word Wheel, appeared around him, forming a golden spherical light barrier that enveloped him as he charged into the sea of flames.

Once inside the depths of the flames, a roaring sound filled the air all around. The five manifestations of the Time Law were immediately compressed by the flames, drawing back toward him, while the golden light barrier around him gradually thinned under the scorching heat of the flames.

Han Li, however, clenched his teeth tightly, showing no sign of retreat.

At this moment, he was exactly like Qi Mozi before, or even more so.

After only a few breaths, the five time-law manifestations finally could not hold on; the light curtain they had condensed was completely burned away, and Han Li's body was directly exposed to the flames.

An intense burning pain surged up, causing Han Li's brows to furrow sharply and the light in his eyes to dim slightly, but then he snorted coldly, his expression becoming resolute again.

His hand shot out from the flames, grabbing the lamp post of the Time Lamp, and he made a motion to pull it outward.

The flames on the lamp instantly coalesced into a single mass, winding up Han Li's arm like a flood dragon, engulfing his entire arm and half of his body in an instant.

Amid the blazing flames, Han Li could clearly see the robe, skin, and flesh on his arm dissolving bit by bit, leaving only bones that gradually turned black under the scorching fire.

It wasn't that he couldn't feel the unbearable pain; rather, in his mind, deep within his soul, a voice kept comforting him:

"Bear it a little longer, you're about to get it... As long as you get the lamp, everything will be worth it..."

"Almost there, just a little more effort..."

"Get it, get it..."

Han Li's expression was dazed, and he muttered to himself, "Get it..."

As he spoke, his Heavenly Fiend Prison Suppression Art began to circulate on its own, and all the true spirit bloodlines within his body boiled simultaneously, disregarding whether activating so many true spirit bloodlines at once would cause backlash.

What he wanted now was to use all the strength in his body to obtain that lamp!

Dao Yin True Man's hair and beard bristled, his robe billowed, and his figure rushed toward the lamp with a series of afterimages.

Jiao San, somehow finding strength, urged the spell again, and the dark red wheel spun rapidly, charging straight at the five-colored altar.

"Not good!" Dao Yin True Man was alarmed again, but it was too late to turn back.

The altar burst with five-colored light, as if trying to resist the dark red wheel, but the five-colored light's power was too limited and was easily crushed by the dark red wheel.

With a loud "boom," a large hole was blasted in the altar, revealing pitch-black depths that seemed to lead to the depths of hell!

Almost at the same time, the Divine Refining Art in Han Li's sea of consciousness began to circulate on its own, and a dazzling thunderbolt appeared in his mind, clearing his spiritual platform a bit.

"Fellow Daoist Han!" At that moment, a sharp shout pierced his ears.

Han Li turned around in a daze and saw Lei Yuce shouting hoarsely at him, "Are you really going to disregard the lives of the Golden Source Immortal Domain and release that demon for your own selfish desires? The altar has been breached; if this lamp is taken, that demon will have nothing to fear!"

Demon? Selfish desires? Lives?

Han Li felt as if he had been struck by a sudden blow, his mind jolting awake. Looking at his situation, he suddenly came to his senses.

He quickly released his hand, which had nearly turned to bone, and retreated swiftly, but the flames clinging to his arm refused to let go, continuing to pursue him.

With a thought, Han Li quickly took off the green gourd at his waist and slapped its bottom. A green vortex appeared at the gourd's mouth, absorbing the flames attached to his arm.

Once the flames entered the gourd, its originally green skin turned red-hot and did not recover for a long time.

Han Li reattached the gourd to his waist and looked at his arm, blackened like charcoal. A chill ran down his spine, and cold sweat soaked his clothes.

"What's wrong with me? Was someone controlling my mind?" he muttered to himself.

No, the problem wasn't here; it had been laid out like a hidden clue long before.

Han Li quickly recalled every detail since entering the Time Tower, and only then did he realize with horror some subtle clues.

He was sure that no one had controlled his mind, but along the way, a certain desire in his heart seemed to have been gradually amplified without his knowledge, like being in a mountain and not seeing its true face.

Moreover, it seemed that everyone who entered the Time Tower was subtly influenced by some force, with some desire in their hearts being guided and growing imperceptibly.

That was why they had recklessly destroyed the altar and collected treasures, all of which ultimately pointed to the Time Lamp. Anyone with even a hint of possessiveness toward it would be guided to fight for it.

Now清醒, Han Li's gaze fell on the large hole in the altar, and his eyes narrowed slightly.

As soon as the large hole appeared in the altar, a clanking sound came from within, and thick black smoke rose like demonic dragons writhing, rushing out of the hole and spreading into rolling black mist that flooded the entire hall.

The shadow of the Eastwood Divine Tree appeared on Han Li's arm, and the flesh and skin on his arm began to repair at a visible rate, though there were still hidden injuries that would not heal anytime soon.

He hovered in midair, purple light shining in his eyes as he activated the Nine Serenity Demon Eyes to peer into the large hole in the altar.