Chapter 44: The Inter-Yuan Method Chain

At the same time.

Spirit Flame Mountain Range, Cloud Emergence Peak.

In a secluded cave dwelling, a secret chamber glowed with fluorescent light, bright as day.

A large human-shaped white cocoon stood in the center of the chamber, its surface covered with crystalline, bright, and slender light threads, one after another, layer upon layer, no less than a hundred layers overlapping.

Suddenly, the formation beneath it blazed with intense light, especially the nebula pattern directly under the white cocoon, which burst into dazzling brilliance, filling the room with a hazy glow.

The crystalline light threads on the surface of the white cocoon instantly came to life, writhing incessantly, and then countless white runes abruptly emerged on the surface, causing it to expand at an astonishing speed.

After a series of expansions and contractions, the cocoon suddenly burst open.

With a deafening roar, a young man suddenly appeared in the center of the chamber, sitting cross-legged with eyes closed, his upper body bare.

He was tall, with ordinary features, his body enveloped in rolling white mist.

It was Han Li.

He suddenly opened his eyes, blue light flickering in his pupils, and a startling aura burst forth from his body, dispersing the surrounding white mist.

On his chest and abdomen, five blue light points shone brilliantly, each containing a strange star rune, spinning and flickering unsteadily.

Beneath his skin, a lustrous light flowed faintly through his muscles, bones, and sinews, starlight shimmering as if hiding thousands of stars.

After a moment, as the star runes gradually faded, the light also disappeared bit by bit.

Han Li opened his eyes and let out a long breath, feeling a surge of excitement inside.

After two years of arduous cultivation, he had finally succeeded in condensing the fifth Xuanqiao and reached the fifth layer of the Little Dipper Star Origin Art.

This cultivation speed was more than a hundred times faster than what the technique described!

What excited him most was that his physical injuries had finally fully recovered at this moment, and his divine soul had also returned to about one-third of its peak state.

Thinking thus, he flipped his palm, and a pale blue spirit herb resembling ginseng appeared in his hand. He put it into his mouth and chewed.

Feeling the gradually filling magic power in his dantian, Han Li couldn't help but let out a bitter smile.

Over the past two years, by using the small bottle's green liquid to accelerate growth, he had accumulated many such five- to six-hundred-year-old Cloud Crane Herbs for cultivation.

The reason was that for him now, this was sufficient; anything beyond this age was merely a waste.

Not long ago, he had even accelerated a ten-thousand-year-old herb and consumed it, but after the medicinal power transformed into magic power beyond the Nascent Soul stage, it still dissipated on its own, offering no help in restoring his cultivation.

Han Li shook his head, composed himself, closed his eyes, and casually inspected his internal condition, only to suddenly discover that the thick fog shrouding his dantian had noticeably thinned.

Delighted, he followed the golden light emitted by the Nascent Soul and quickly projected his divine sense over, seeing that the entirely golden little figure was still maintaining its original posture, appearing fast asleep.

Seeing this, Han Li pondered briefly, then urged his divine sense, causing the magic power in his dantian to surge. Slender crystal threads materialized out of thin air, dancing up and down as they wound toward the Nascent Soul.

As they neared the Nascent Soul, all the crystal threads suddenly accelerated, stabbing straight at it like steel needles.

At that moment, with a loud bang, an arc of black light swept out from within the Nascent Soul's body, blocking all the crystal threads.

Han Li's body jolted violently, and he let out a muffled groan, feeling a violent tremor in his dantian.

His expression shifted several times, then he gritted his teeth and abruptly activated the Spirit Refining Art.

With a bang, his divine sense power instantly spread throughout his dantian. The number of slender crystal threads increased dramatically, forming a crystalline tide that crashed against the black light arc with overwhelming force.

With a puff!

The black light arc flickered a few times before finally failing to hold, transforming into a wisp of black smoke that dissipated and vanished.

The crystalline tide instantly submerged the golden figure, and Han Li's divine sense finally succeeded in invading the Nascent Soul's body.

But in the next moment, his expression turned extremely ugly.

Inside the Nascent Soul's body, crisscrossing in all directions, there were actually eight dark chains flickering with a dim light!

These chains ran through almost the entire Nascent Soul, some connecting to its limbs, others reaching its head, with faint black mist swirling around them, looking extremely eerie.

What shocked him even more was that these black chains seemed to contain some unknown law power.

Han Li frowned slightly, and with a thought, he urged his divine sense crystal threads to condense into a crystalline axe, which he swung directly at a black chain.

With a "clang,"

the axe blade struck the chain, shuddered violently, and was repelled by a strange force, flying backward and dispersing into specks of crystalline light in midair before vanishing.

Han Li's mind trembled slightly, but after a brief pause, he once again urged his spell.

A large amount of magical power, driven by his divine sense, turned into a stream of green smoke that drifted toward the black chain without dispersing, attaching to it like viscous mist in an attempt to melt it.

However, the moment the green smoke touched the chain, the chain immediately began to shake rapidly, and wisps of black mist suddenly increased, quickly enveloping the green smoke and devouring it completely.

Seeing this, Han Li still refused to give up and began to change his hand seals again...

Meanwhile, somewhere in the Immortal Realm.

In a vast, boundless desert, the sky was gloomy and gray, the air filled with a pungent, choking dust. Around him, a fierce wind howled like ten thousand ghosts wailing, raising layers of sand that obscured the entire sky.

On the horizon, dozens of yellow sand tornadoes linked together, forming a yellow wall that connected heaven and earth, rolling forward and growing wider and more powerful as it went.

However, when it rolled to about ten li from the center of the desert, though it encountered no obstacle, it suddenly crashed as if against a towering mountain, collapsing with a roar and scattering into dust.

In the center of the desert stood a majestic hall over ten zhang tall, its body entirely earth-yellow with no exterior ornamentation, looking as if it were piled up from yellow sand, exuding an aura of desolation and antiquity.

The interior of the hall was quite spacious, with dozens of thick square pillars scattered about. On the walls on both sides hung more than a dozen braziers emitting a dim green light, making the entire hall seem even more gloomy and eerie, and outlining a solitary, pitch-black wide chair in the depths.

Strangely, though the wind howled outside, the hall was extremely quiet, with almost no sound to be heard.

"Clank, clank"

On that black wide chair, a gaunt middle-aged man slightly raised a withered hand, causing the blue-black chains wrapped around his arm to emit a metallic grinding sound.

This man had sunken cheeks and a withered face, his half-closed mouth revealing a row of stark white teeth. He wore a snow-white cloak, and the exposed skin on his body was bluish-purple and black, making him look like a green-faced, fanged zombie.

Upon closer inspection, under his white cloak, his body was densely wrapped with blue-black chains as thick as an arm, with one end of the chains extending in all directions, almost covering the entire hall.

At that moment, the zombie-like man's tightly shut eyes suddenly opened, and a strange expression appeared on his blue-black, withered face.

"Someone come!"

The zombie-like man shouted in a low voice, his voice hoarse and deep, as if his throat were also filled with sand.

The iron chains on the ground not far in front of him suddenly stirred, and a large earth-yellow bulge slowly swelled up from below. After a moment of twisting and blurring, it transformed into a burly man clad in ancient bronze armor.

The man's face was dark green, as if covered in a layer of copper rust. He knelt on the ground and said respectfully:

"Ancestor."

"In the past thousand years, has any disciple under me used the Sephirotic Law Chains I personally bestowed?" the zombie-like man asked directly in a hoarse voice.

"Reporting to the Ancestor, three hundred years ago, Lord Fang Pan, who serves in the Immortal Palace, encountered a powerful enemy and once used the law chains to kill his opponent. No one else has used them since," the copper-armored man immediately replied.

Hearing this, the zombie-like man muttered to himself, "So it was Old Seven..."

After thinking for a moment, he spoke to the copper-armored man again: "Send a message to Fang Pan, telling him that the enemy he killed with the law chains back then did not fall, and has now reawakened the law power contained in the chains."

"Yes, Ancestor," the copper-armored man responded.

"Also, tell him to eliminate this enemy as soon as possible. Otherwise, in a hundred years, I will personally take action and reclaim the law power from the chains," the zombie-like man slowly closed his eyes and added expressionlessly.