Chapter 336: Remembered

Han Li's form silently transformed into a streak of green rainbow. With a blur, it flickered and vanished into the distant void without a trace.

The next moment, when his figure reappeared, it was already a thousand li away. As soon as it materialized, it flickered again and shot forth.

Once he was a bit farther away, he immediately accelerated his flight, covering tens of thousands of li in the blink of an eye before landing near a remote mountain peak.

Standing atop the peak, Han Li turned his head to glance in the direction of White Jade Peak and let out a soft sigh.

Regardless of whether the Candle Dragon Sect could survive this calamity today, he could no longer stay. Being targeted by a force like the Northern Frost Immortal Palace would inevitably lead to endless conflicts. Moreover, he had been on close terms with someone like Hu Yan Daoist, and who knew if he had been watched by others from the very beginning.

Most crucially, that young man in luxurious robes gave him a very unsettling feeling. Though he couldn't explain why, he instinctively wanted to stay as far away from this person as possible.

Han Li withdrew his gaze, formed hand seals with both hands, and a loud rumbling erupted from his body. Golden lightning bolts suddenly appeared, swiftly coalescing into a lightning formation.

With a rumble, the lightning formation blazed with electric light, and his figure vanished into the air.

Not long after Han Li's figure disappeared, streaks of light, some bright and some dim, flew from the direction of White Jade Peak, each heading off into the distance.

These people were all from the Candle Dragon Sect, and among them were true immortal elders.

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Above a mountain peak in the Bell Cry Mountain Range, a blurry golden line tore through the void, flying forward silently at a speed many times faster than ordinary escape light.

The golden line faintly took the shape of lightning, and it looked extremely eerie. Wherever it passed, the void rippled slightly—it was a遁法 combining the power of lightning遁 and spatial force.

Although lightning遁 appeared to be a遁速 nearly like teleportation, it was by no means teleportation; it was merely a遁法 that transformed oneself into a lightning form and moved swiftly at the speed of lightning.

As the golden line wove through the void, it suddenly slowed down. In the void ahead, strands of invisible force emerged, blocking the golden line, making it feel as if it were advancing through a swamp.

The further it went, the greater this invisible force became. The golden line's speed grew slower and slower, until finally it was only as fast as an ordinary true immortal's escape light.

The void rippled, and streaks of golden lightning emerged, forming a lightning formation.

With a thunderous roar, Han Li's figure materialized at the center of the formation.

He glanced ahead, his expression slightly darkening. Then his form transformed into a streak of green light, flying forward, and in the blink of an eye, he reached several hundred li away and stopped.

A massive yellow wall of mist rose from the ground ahead, reaching the heavens and extending left and right without end.

Yellow mist roiled atop the wall, shifting into various shapes—now like clouds and rosy clouds, now like fierce beasts, changing endlessly.

Beams of yellow light shone through from within, faintly revealing countless yellow array patterns flickering inside. A heavy, mountain-like aura pressed forward, as if an enormous peak stood before him.

Han Li flickered and flew near the mist wall. With a thought, he released his spiritual sense, extending it into the wall. But as soon as his spiritual sense entered the yellow mist, it was rudely repelled by an invisible force.

He frowned slightly, then blue light flickered in his eyes, shooting out two substantial beams of blue light toward the mist wall.

After a moment, the blue light in Han Li's eyes vanished, and he murmured, "Such a formidable restriction!"

What blocked him was precisely this mist wall.

His lightning teleportation array could directly manipulate spatial power, and ordinary restrictions could not stop it—unless they also contained spatial power.

Just now, he had exerted his spiritual eye technique to the fullest and finally discerned some clues about the mist wall's restriction: deep within, a layer of spatial power permeated, thick and dense, clearly an extremely powerful spatial restriction.

Apart from the spatial restriction, the mist wall contained several other restrictions, fused together with highly sophisticated techniques. Even for him, breaking them would not be a matter of a day or two.

Han Li looked around, simultaneously unleashing his spiritual sense to its fullest extent.

After a few breaths, he withdrew his spiritual sense, his expression darkening.

The range of this mist wall restriction was astonishingly vast; even with his powerful spiritual sense, he could not fully probe it.

However, from what he understood, this yellow mist wall restriction should be a super grand formation, spherical in shape, enveloping a large area centered on White Jade Peak.

When he had passed through here earlier on his way to White Jade Peak, this place had definitely not had such a massive restriction.

"It must have been set up in advance by the Golden Immortal lords of the North Cold Immortal Palace and the Candle Dragon Sect," Han Li thought to himself.

It seemed that these people had planned and prepared thoroughly for today's action, with the aim of preventing Bai Liyan from using similar escape techniques to flee.

After a moment's deliberation, Han Li waved his arm.

Twelve beams of golden light shot out from his body, hovering around him. They were twelve Lightning Restraint Wood pieces, densely inscribed with complex lightning runes and array diagrams.

The twelve pieces of Lightning Restraint Wood arranged themselves left and right, forming the shape of a spell formation.

He formed hand seals with both hands, and the twelve pieces of Lightning Restraint Wood blazed with golden light. A lightning spell formation dozens of times larger emerged, with countless intricate lightning runes flickering within it.

A thunderclap rang out as the lightning formation blazed with light, and Han Li, standing within it, became translucent.

But in the next moment, the lightning formation suddenly fluctuated violently, the arcs within becoming chaotic and increasingly uncontrollable.

With a loud boom, the entire lightning formation shattered, and Han Li stumbled out, his figure becoming solid again.

He was silent for a moment, then waved his hand to collect the twelve Thunder-Reining Wood rods, and turned to look at the yellow mist barrier, about to do something.

Just then, a sudden change occurred!

A black shadow flashed above his head, and a patch of black clouds emerged. Countless black beams of light descended from the sky, flickering wildly as they struck down toward Han Li.

Han Li's body suddenly blazed with green light, and he vanished from his spot, reappearing thousands of zhang away.

The myriad black beams struck a mountain peak below. With a thunderous roar, the entire peak was riddled with holes, shattered, and collapsed.

Han Li looked up at the sky.

Three streaks of light descended from the sky, flickered, and revealed three figures.

The one in front was none other than the young man in fine robes from before.

Beside him were two men in black, standing respectfully behind him, appearing to be guards. One was fat with a fleshy face, tall and obese; the other was thin and gaunt, like a skeleton.

"What is the meaning of this, sir? Your target is Baili Yan, and it seems I, a minor figure from the Candle Dragon Sect, have nothing to do with it," Han Li said, his expression unchanged.

As he spoke, he secretly swept his divine sense over the three, but his heart skipped a beat.

The two black-clad guards, one fat and one thin, were both at the late True Immortal stage, while the young man in fine robes was hazy and unclear, making it impossible to sense his exact cultivation.

In other words, unless he was practicing some extremely powerful concealment technique, he was also a Golden Immortal cultivator.

"Tsk tsk! Truly, one must look at a man with new eyes after three days' separation. After all these years, not only have you not died, but you've become a late-stage True Immortal. Congratulations are in order," the young man said slowly, without answering Han Li's question.

"So, you've seen me before?" Han Li frowned and asked in a deep voice.

The young man seemed to find this extremely amusing, a hint of smugness appearing in his eyes as he burst into laughter.

Han Li looked at him, his expression shifting uncertainly.

"Young Master, under your Soul-Destroying True Light, how could this brat remember anything? It's a great blessing that he didn't become an idiot," the fat black-clad man said with a dry laugh, flattering obsequiously.

The young man laughed heartily, and the two beside him also joined in, holding their bellies.

"Fellow Daoist Han, I remember now! This is the man who severely wounded you back then and sealed me along with the Azure Bamboo Cloudswarm Swords!" The voice of Crab Daoist suddenly rang out in Han Li's mind.

"Are you sure you're not mistaken?" Han Li's heart shook as he quickly transmitted his voice.

"Absolutely certain. This man's divine abilities are strange, seemingly capable of sealing memories. It was only after I gained control of this puppet that I recently recovered some memory fragments, but upon seeing him, I am convinced," Crab Daoist said decisively.

Han Li said nothing, but deep in his eyes, a cold glint flashed as he looked at the young man.

"It seems you've finally remembered something. I've been searching for you all these years, and I never thought I'd find you here today, after all my efforts," the young man said with a faint smile.

"It seems we are truly fated to meet," Han Li said calmly, his expression returning to normal.

"I don't want to waste words with you. Hand over the secret of the crystal grains obediently, and I'll let you live," the young man said leisurely.

"But I have no intention of letting you live," Han Li shook his head.

"Even at death's door, you still spout nonsense! Remember, this time, you won't be so lucky!" The young man's smile vanished as he suddenly waved his hand, and a black beam shot from his fingertip.

After shooting out, the black beam erupted with dazzling black light and vanished with a whoosh.

Han Li's pupils contracted as he swiftly sidestepped to the left, and without thinking, he formed a hand seal.

A flash of green light, and four green flying swords materialized, spinning rapidly around his body.

The black beam appeared out of thin air beside Han Li and struck instantly, but was intercepted by one of the flying swords.

With a loud clang!

He was sent flying backward as if struck by a heavy hammer, only managing to steady himself after dozens of zhang.

Only then did Han Li see that the black beam was a small black hammer, about a foot in size, engraved with intricate spiritual patterns and emitting a terrifying aura of spiritual power.

Although the green flying sword had blocked the hammer, its blade trembled incessantly, emitting a buzzing sound as if under great strain.

Han Li's ten fingers flicked rapidly, and the other three flying swords shot over, striking the small black hammer in quick succession.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

With three consecutive loud clangs, the small black hammer was sent flying away.