Chapter 1166: Reunion with an Old Acquaintance

After speaking, the old man withdrew his gaze, as if he had lost interest, turned around, and descended from the city wall, intending to leave.

After taking a step, he suddenly remembered something, and then his lips moved as he transmitted a message to Qingdian: "That human's life or death is of no consequence, but the Celestial Fox clan members must not be harmed."

Only after receiving an affirmative reply did the old man finally leave.

Having obtained the old man's tacit approval, a sinister grin spread across Qingdian's face, and a cold gleam flashed from his two protruding fangs.

"Roar!"

He suddenly opened his mouth wide and let out a roar.

From his cavernous mouth, a red light spread out, forming a massive blood-red vortex that emitted an immensely powerful suction force, enveloping Han Li.

Han Li had already sensed something amiss, so he reversed the True Word Wheel within him in advance, and before the force could bind him, his figure flickered and he vanished from the spot.

However, as soon as he moved, he suddenly felt a numbness in his shoulder. The area previously injured by the magma seemed to give rise to an indescribable, bizarre power that resonated with the suction force from Qingdian's mouth.

No matter where he moved, that force followed him like a shadow, and with it came the blood-red vortex.

As time passed, the suction force grew stronger, and the blood-red vortex spun faster and faster.

Finally, the force swelled to a point where even Han Li's Time Law power could not resist it. His figure flickered, was torn from his position, and drawn into the blood-red vortex, which rolled him up and swallowed him, causing him to disappear.

"Big Brother!" Liu Le'er cried out in alarm, but it was too late.

She glared angrily at Qingdian, who responded with a sly grin, looking utterly indifferent.

The surrounding onlookers buzzed with noise; many sighed, but no one dared to say anything.

Sang Tu and the Cloud Leopard's faces had turned deathly pale. They stared blankly at the spot where Han Li had vanished, exchanging bewildered glances.

Under the astonished gazes of the crowd, Liu Le'er seemed to calm her anger and walked step by step toward Qingdian.

...

At that moment, Han Li found himself in a strange void, suspended in midair, with waves of hot, foul stench assailing his nostrils.

Before him hung a waterfall of magma, and beneath his feet churned a lake of magma, with bubbles constantly rising and bursting.

Han Li wrinkled his nose and steadied himself to look around. The space was not large, surrounded by dark red walls covered in flowing scarlet magma that undulated like living things.

Perplexed, his eyes turned a deep purple as he examined his surroundings.

Upon scanning, he discovered that beneath the irregular walls, there were veins and channels, within which strands of immortal spiritual power flowed.

"Strange... Could this be that fellow's stomach space? Have I been swallowed by him..." After inspecting with his Netherworld Pupils, Han Li couldn't help but entertain this thought. He rubbed his nose and muttered to himself.

Just as he was pondering, the dark red walls around him began to writhe violently, pressing inward and shrinking the space.

The magma waterfall above suddenly surged with greater intensity, a wave of heat rushing down toward Han Li's head.

Han Li's heart tightened. He waved both hands, and with a flash of green light, thirty-six Azure Bamboo Cloudswarm Swords shot out, their blades gleaming as they split into countless green sword beams that flew in all directions.

For a moment, the cramped space was filled with crisscrossing sword energy and dazzling sword light.

Yet, despite the sharpness of the sword beams, the walls remained unmoved, impossible to breach.

As the walls continued to contract and squeeze, Han Li's range of motion grew smaller, and the dense sword beams could no longer be deployed, vanishing one after another.

The magma waterfall above finally fell upon him.

Han Li felt a tremendous weight crash down on him, and his body plummeted into the magma lake below, submerged in the scorching lava, his entire body burning with pain.

He knew that if the surrounding space closed completely, he would be sealed within the magma lake. Though he might not be in immediate danger of death, over time, unforeseen changes could occur.

As he pondered, he raised one hand and waved it toward the sky. The thirty-six Azure Bamboo Cloudswarm Swords merged into one, and the sword shot out like a dragon, swiftly flying out of the lake, carving a path through the squeezing walls.

Han Li's figure flashed like lightning, following closely behind. In his other hand, he held the Profound Heaven Gourd, from whose mouth green light swirled, directly absorbing the magma waterfall crashing down from above.

With the waterfall no longer an obstacle, the path ahead, though still scorching hot, could no longer hinder Han Li's advance.

After rushing about a hundred zhang upward, Han Li finally broke free from the squeezing walls. Then, with a few leaps, he arrived at a domed open space.

Ahead, the magma waterfall fell from above, flowing down along its course.

Han Li's figure flickered, and with the aid of the Profound Heaven Gourd, he passed through the magma waterfall, discovering that the area behind was even more spacious, with only two white stone pillars standing before him, from which emanated waves of sealing power.

"Heh, finally found a way out..." Delighted, Han Li put away the Azure Bamboo Cloudswarm Swords and the Profound Heaven Gourd.

His gaze fell on the two snow-white stone pillars, and he stroked his chin as he carefully examined them.

...

Meanwhile, at the city gate outside, Liu Le'er pointed at Qingdian and demanded, "Where did you take my big brother? Why can't I sense his aura anymore?"

"That brat has entered my stomach space. In no time, he'll be melted by the primordial fire magma. Naturally, you can't sense his aura. Little sister, how about taking me as your big brother? Haha!" Qingdian laughed heartily, looking down at Liu Le'er, who was less than half his height.

"How pitiful... truly pitiful..."

Upon hearing this, Liu Le'er did not panic but instead breathed a slight sigh of relief as she spoke.

Qingdian thought Liu Le'er was referring to Han Li, but seeing her change in expression, he grew somewhat puzzled.

"You dare to swallow Stone Brother into your belly? You'll regret it... No, I should say, even regret will be too late... How pitiful..." Liu Le'er suddenly showed a sympathetic expression and said.

Hearing this, Qingdian's heart skipped a beat, and he felt a sense of foreboding.

The next moment, a thunderous roar came from his mouth, followed by a flash of black light.

Then, his figure lunged forward, stumbled, and nearly fell. Blood gushed from his mouth, and one of his protruding fangs broke off at the root, flying out like a curved blade and embedding itself into the city wall.

"Whoosh!"

The black light, once it left Qingdian's mouth, rapidly expanded. As the light converged, the figure of a three-headed, six-armed demon god emerged.

His true spirit bloodline was pushed to its limit, causing many onlookers to feel an urge to worship him.

"I knew you'd be fine." Liu Le'er, seeing Han Li in this state, flashed a hint of surprise in her eyes but still smiled.

Han Li nodded slightly at Liu Le'er and then looked toward Qingdian.

"No..."

Qingdian, with blood at the corner of his mouth, stared at the broken fang on the wall, nearly mad with rage.

These two fangs, refined with countless rare treasures over who knows how many years, were equivalent to sixth-grade immortal artifacts. They were crucial for sealing his internal space. Now that Han Li had broken one, it was like leaving the door wide open. Repairing it would cost a great deal. How could he not be furious?

"Brat, I want you dead!" Qingdian roared, his body glowing with red light and rapidly expanding, soon surpassing the city wall.

The dark red patterns on his body began to spread, his pupils turned completely blood-red, and wisps of pink mist emanated from his entire body, as if he were about to reveal his Qing Ape true form.

Seeing this, Han Li no longer suppressed his own aura. He activated his true spirit bloodline and the Heavenly Fiend Hell Suppression Art to their fullest, and his body also began to grow, matching Qingdian's size.

The onlookers, realizing that the two were about to fight to the death, retreated to a safer distance.

Just then, a figure flew over the city wall and landed on Qingdian's shoulder.

Stepped on by this person, Qingdian's body shrank, and he immediately slapped his own shoulder.

But when he saw the person's face, he snapped back to his senses, forcibly stopping his hand. His body rapidly shrank back to its original size.

Han Li's gaze swept over and saw that the person standing on Qingdian's shoulder was a tall, handsome young man. He wore a white robe, and his long snow-white hair was tied high with a jade crown, giving him an elegant and extraordinary appearance.

"Fellow Daoist Han, long time no see..." The man took the initiative to greet him.

Han Li did not recognize this person, but upon sensing his aura, a look of realization dawned on his face.

This person was none other than Li Qima, who had previously been imprisoned in the Time Tower.

When the surrounding crowd saw him appear, their expressions changed drastically, and they all clasped their fists in salute, including Qingdian and Liu Le'er, not daring to show any disrespect.

Connecting this to the Huayu Scale, Han Li immediately guessed Li Qima's identity. His eyes flickered, and his body rapidly shrank back to its original size.

Qingdian had calmed down somewhat. Seeing that Li Qima seemed to know Han Li, he dared not act rashly and simply stood silently to the side, his face full of hesitation.

Qingdian had calmed down somewhat. Seeing that Li Qima seemed to know Han Li, he dared not act rashly and simply stood silently to the side, his face full of hesitation.