Chapter 1187: Leaving the Pass

"Does the Celestial Court want to use our abilities to predict something?" Xiaobai asked, frowning.

Gu Huojin seemed to have perceived some anomaly in the Heavenly Dao and wanted to use my power to help him see his own future... But this act itself goes against the Heavenly Dao, and I couldn't help him. Besides, I never liked the Celestial Court's ways, so naturally I wouldn't aid the tyrant... In the future, you will inherit this power too, but you must use it with caution, for the price is too great." Mo Yu said slowly after a moment of silence.

"Father, why did only Uncle Yuan Gang act in the entire Primordial Wasteland? Didn't Baize also claim to be your close friend? Why didn't he lend you a hand?" Xiaobai nodded, then after a moment of silence, continued asking.

"Don't blame him for this. I told him not to act. If the other True Spirit Kings got involved, it would spark a war between the Primordial Wasteland and the Immortal Realm. Then it wouldn't just be a piece of land shattered; most of the Immortal Domain and the Primordial Wasteland would flow with blood. The peace we fought so hard to secure for the Primordial Wasteland can't be destroyed like this." Mo Yu sighed and said.

Upon hearing this, Xiaobai fell silent again.

"Being able to tell you all this in person is truly wonderful. The name Xiaobai is quite nice; from now on, you'll still be Mo Xiaobai..." Mo Yu showed a faint smile and said slowly.

"Mm, I'm still me, still Xiaobai..."

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Time flowed, years passed, and in the blink of an eye, over a hundred years had gone by.

On the square within the Asura Blood Gate, the light of the eight stone pillars was dim, and the bloody aura in the surrounding void had become very faint.

Several figures were scattered across the center of the square, divided into a few small groups, whispering to each other, each with different expressions and looks.

The largest group was the Celestial Fox Clan, including Liu Qing, Hu San, and Liu Le'er. Beside them stood Yuan Shanbai and Pixiu Xiaobai, while Liu Zizai and the Good Corpse were nowhere to be seen.

Xiaobai was no longer in his previous white dog form; he had transformed into a youthful boy with rosy lips, white teeth, and a handsome, innocent face. On the center of his forehead was a golden vertical mark, resembling a closed vertical eye.

Yuan Shanbai beside him had also changed greatly. Some of his ape features had become less pronounced, and his two protruding beast fangs had turned into canine teeth, making him look rather cute.

Liu Le'er's change was the most obvious. A golden pattern had also appeared on her forehead, but it was shaped like a flower petal. Her figure had become more lithe and graceful, exuding a quality that was not seductive but made it hard to look away.

Not far from them, Qing Dian stood with the young master of the Zouwu clan. Both had grown more robust and tall.

The sharp horn on Qing Dian's head had disappeared, and he looked more and more like the True Spirit King Zhu Yan.

The young master of the Zouwu clan had fully taken human form, so his specific changes were not immediately apparent, but his aura had clearly increased significantly.

Those who had inherited the bloodline of the True Spirit Kings would see a sharp increase in strength in the short term, but the greater gain was that their future path of cultivation would be smoother, and their speed would leave other clan members far behind.

The last group consisted of only Li Qima, who was leaning alone against a stone pillar, looking at the giant gate at the back of the square.

"Why isn't that guy out yet?" he thought to himself.

"Time is almost up. The Asura Blood Gate is about to close. I think Han Li is probably dead inside," Qing Dian said with a full smile, speaking loudly to the young master of the Zouwu clan.

"Heh, a mere human, overestimating himself. Not only does he make a fool of himself, but he also loses his life. Was it worth it?" the young master of the Zouwu clan asked rhetorically, then burst into unrestrained laughter.

"You're talking nonsense! He won't die!" Xiaobai retorted angrily.

"Whether he dies or not, none of us can decide. In half an hour, the three giant gates will disappear, and the Asura Blood Gate will close. By then, even if he isn't dead, he'll be dead. Haha..." Qing Dian did not hide his delight, laughing.

"It's a bit of a pity, really..." the young master of the Zouwu clan said with a smile on his face, but his tone was somewhat regretful.

Having just inherited the bloodline of the True Spirit Kings, their strength had greatly increased, and they wanted to use this opportunity to humiliate Han Li and settle old scores. If Han Li died, they would naturally lose their chance.

Hearing this, Xiaobai grew even angrier and made as if to rush over and argue with them.

His newly made friend Yuan Shanbai also frowned and followed behind him.

"Let them talk. When big brother comes out, they'll know how hard their faces get slapped," Liu Le'er said calmly, stopping them.

She was the only one present who completely believed that Han Li would return safely.

The reason was simple: back when they were wandering in the lower realm, Han Li was the one who gave her the greatest sense of security. From the depths of her heart, she would always believe in Han Li.

This was a belief; even if the odds were extremely low, she still believed.

Liu Qing, standing nearby, could only sigh silently.

After this series of events, his view of Han Li had completely changed. Although he still didn't think Han Li could compare to Liu Le'er now, he was willing to regard him as a powerful ally of their Celestial Fox Clan.

But all this had a prerequisite: that Han Li could walk out of that gate alive. Unfortunately, stepping into the inheritance gate of the eight True Spirit Kings back then was not so easy to leave.

Hu San remained silent, his face showing neither joy nor anger, but he was quite worried inside.

Time passed bit by bit. Though it was only half an hour, it felt very long to everyone. The closer it got to the final moment, the more Liu Le'er wished time would slow down.

The golden flames before the three bronze giant gates had long since extinguished, but the doors remained unopened.

"Haha, are you still waiting? He's dead for sure..." Qing Dian laughed loudly.

"Let's go. No need to wait any longer," the young master of the Zouwu clan called out, turning to leave.

In his view, the excitement here was over, and the man he envied was clearly finished.

But just as he turned, a heavy creaking sound came from behind him. The middle bronze giant gate actually opened.

The young master of the Zouwu clan halted and turned back to look. A surge of bloody mist mixed with a primeval aura rushed out from the crack in the door. A tall figure, like a night wanderer in a snowstorm, emerged, wrapped in a flurry of snow-like mist.

He was almost as tall as the gate, his body flashing with red and black light. His skin was covered in tortoiseshell-like scales. Six giant arms pushed against the heavy door, and on his shoulders were three huge heads.

The left and right heads were those of an ape and a tiger, exactly the heads of Zhu Yan and Taowu. The middle head resembled a true dragon but slightly different; it was the head of a Xuan Gui.

This person was none other than Han Li.

Now, his Heavenly Fiend Prison Suppression Art had reached perfection. He had fully mastered the three-headed, six-armed form manifested by the four divine demon statues. The blood and flesh aura emanating from him was terrifyingly powerful.

At this moment, he seemed more like a Primordial Wasteland true spirit than all the surrounding Primordial Wasteland true spirits.

"How... how is this possible..." Qing Dian muttered to himself.

The young master of the Zouwu clan was dumbfounded, unable to speak.

Their earlier thoughts of using their inherited bloodlines to overpower Han Li and humiliate him had vanished like smoke at the sight of his appearance.

"Is he really human?" Liu Qing couldn't help but exclaim.

Li Qima's eyes narrowed slightly. He said nothing, but his heart was already shocked to the extreme.

"Big brother..." Liu Le'er ignored all that and called out joyfully.

Xiaobai and Yuan Shanbai, one after the other, went straight to meet him.

Han Li's body rapidly shrank and soon returned to human form. His bare upper body shone with light in various places, and the opened mysterious apertures emitted an astonishing blood and flesh aura.

"This... this must be over a thousand mysterious apertures, right? His physical body has been strengthened to such a degree?" Hu San's eyes widened, marveling inwardly.

After more than ten breaths, the light on Han Li's body gradually dimmed, all the astonishing aura began to retract, and all anomalies faded away, finally returning to calm.

Han Li exhaled a mouthful of turbid air, then flipped his hand and took out a green robe to put on.

As he walked out slowly, he suddenly paused and couldn't help turning to look at the third gate behind him.

The moment his eyes fell on it, the surrounding scene instantly changed. He seemed to see another Primordial Wasteland world, where no Primordial Wasteland beasts were visible, but he felt an unprecedented pure aura.

It was a true Primordial Wasteland aura, an unrestrained, ruleless, and pathless primal aura, as if there were no rules between heaven and earth, everything remaining in its primordial state.

Before he could examine it closely, a terrifying tearing force suddenly came from within, as if it would devour him in the next instant and tear him to pieces.

Startled, Han Li instantly woke up. His body trembled slightly, and cold sweat dripped from his forehead.

When he looked at the others, he found that time seemed to have frozen for that instant; no one noticed his anomaly.

Han Li marveled inwardly, not daring to cast even a glance at the third giant gate, and quickly walked toward the crowd.

"Why did it take you so long to come out?" Xiaobai complained.

"Sorry for making you worry." He looked at Xiaobai and the others, showing a bright smile, and said.

As soon as he spoke, the entire void began to tremble violently. The three bronze giant gates behind him rumbled and sank into the ground until they disappeared.

The square with the eight stone pillars also began to fade, disappearing bit by bit.

"Quick, let's go. We'll talk outside." With that, Han Li grabbed Xiaobai and the others and rushed toward the Asura Blood Gate.

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