Chapter 655: Turbulent Flow

"Brother Shi and Brother Li exerted the most effort in breaking the prohibition just now, so these two treasures are rightfully yours." The Heat Immortal said with a smile.

As his voice fell, the red figure behind him vanished without a trace, transforming into streams of firelight that merged into his body.

"Speaking of which, that gourd Brother Li summoned earlier—is it a先天灵宝? Tsk tsk, its power is truly astonishing." Hu San suddenly looked at Han Li and asked.

Shi Chuankong, upon hearing this, also looked over with interest.

The Heat Immortal had already seen Han Li use this treasure against enemies before, so he was not particularly surprised.

"Indeed, that gourd is a先天灵宝 I obtained by chance many years ago. Its power is fairly decent." Han Li said noncommittally.

He had chosen to reveal the emerald gourd this time after careful consideration. On one hand, since the Heat Immortal already knew of its existence, there was no need to hide it; on the other hand, he wanted to display some strength to prevent Hu San and Shi Chuankong, both Taiyi cultivators, from underestimating him and harboring other intentions.

Of course, he had still tampered with the treasure's power and aura, not fully revealing them.

"A先天灵宝 is extremely precious; any one of them is extraordinary and can only be obtained by those with great fortune. It seems Brother Li is a man of excellent luck. Having you accompany us this time is truly beneficial—we can share in your fortune." Hu San said with a hearty laugh.

"Brother Hu San flatters me. How could my meager fortunes compare to yours?" Han Li shook his head and replied.

As they chatted and laughed, the white mist at the mountain gate churned violently, soon spinning into a massive white vortex. At the center of the vortex, a narrow passage faintly appeared.

Threads of light seeped out from the passage, looking extremely mysterious.

The four of them all looked at the passage at the center of the vortex, their eyes flickering.

"Breaking the prohibition has already taken considerable time. Let's hurry." Hu San said, then transformed into a streak of silver light and flew into the passage.

The Heat Immortal immediately followed, turning into a ball of red light and shooting down.

Han Li was about to follow when he suddenly turned to look at Shi Chuankong, who stood aside seemingly without any intention to move. "Brother Shi, aren't you going in quickly? Aren't you afraid those two will loot all the treasures inside?"

"Brother Li, go ahead. I'll collect this formation and come right away. This formation is a secret technique of my demon clan and cannot be leaked." Shi Chuankong laughed, waved his hand to emit a purple light that enveloped the silver formation on the ground, and quickly retrieved the formation flags and plates.

"Then I'll go ahead as well." Han Li nodded, transformed into a cyan light, and flew into the passage.

Seeing Han Li enter the passage, a strange glint flashed in Shi Chuankong's eyes.

He moved his hands, quickly collecting the entire silver formation on the ground, then shook his body, transforming into a purple light that vanished into the passage.

But at the moment he flew into the passage, a small purple ball flew out from his body and hovered in midair.

The small ball was the size of a walnut, its surface inscribed with countless silver runes the size of rice grains, emitting waves of spatial power.

The small purple ball suddenly trembled, then burst open with a 'bang', turning into a dense purple demonic cloud, with countless silver runes dancing within.

The purple demonic cloud rolled and surged, then twisted like a living thing, burrowing into the void.

But the silver runes in the demonic cloud did not sink into the void; instead, they spun around and formed a silver formation several zhang in size.

The void at the center of the formation trembled violently a few times, cracking open a gap that widened to both sides.

After a few breaths, a purple-black spatial channel materialized out of thin air.

However, this spatial channel twisted from time to time, and purple light flickered inside, extremely unstable, on the verge of collapse at any moment.

Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!

Three figures shot out from the spatial channel and landed before the mountain gate.

All three wore purple robes, exuding dense demonic aura; they were all demons.

The foremost was a withered old man with sparse, dry hair on his head, dark skin, and deeply sunken cheeks and eye sockets, looking like a skeleton wrapped in a layer of skin—quite terrifying.

His arms had no flesh at all, being two pitch-black bone arms inscribed with earthworm-like purple runes, emitting strong demonic fluctuations.

Beside the old man stood a purple-haired youth with a slender build and extremely handsome features, but his attire was very flamboyant.

The youth's purple hair was extremely long, almost dragging on the ground, now tied high and fluttering behind him. Under his purple robe, he wore a bright red feather cloak, seemingly woven from some kind of spirit bird feathers, so vivid that the outer purple robe could not cover it. On his feet were a pair of multicolored boots studded with gems, glittering brightly.

This person looked like a gaudy rooster.

Beside the purple-haired youth stood a purple-robed young woman with hair like a waterfall and a graceful figure, but she wore a white veil, obscuring her features.

After the three flew out, the spatial channel could no longer hold and flickered violently a few times before finally collapsing with a 'boom', quickly closing and disappearing.

"The spatial channel collapsed so quickly. It seems this place is extremely far from the Black Earth Immortal Domain. No wonder no matter how we probed, we couldn't confirm the location of the ruins. If not for the young master, we would have searched in vain for another ten thousand years." The withered old man looked back and nodded.

He shifted his gaze, looked around, and finally fixed his eyes on the white vortex.

"This is the entrance. It seems the young master and the others have already broken the禁制. Let's hurry in." The purple-haired youth's eyes lit up as he spoke.

Before his words faded, he moved and was about to fly into the passage.

"Wait a moment. The young master said earlier that we should wait here for half a quarter of an hour before entering the ruins." The withered old man raised his bony arm, and several purple light threads shot from his fingertips, flickering with a faint purple glow, blocking the purple-haired youth.

"I was too impatient. Let's wait a while before going in." The purple-haired youth looked at the purple light threads before him, his expression changing slightly as he quickly forced a smile.

The withered old man gave a "hmph" and lowered his arm.

……

As soon as Han Li flew into the vortex passage, his body was swept away by a tremendous force. His vision blurred, and he appeared in a surging white stream of light.

The white light stream surged violently and chaotically, colliding with itself, producing deafening roars.

Seeing the scene before him, Han Li's expression changed.

The white light stream before him was somewhat similar to the spatial turbulence he had encountered when he stowed away from the Spirit Realm to the Immortal Realm, except that the spatial power within this white light stream was ten times stronger, and it faintly contained strands of time law power.

Although Han Li's cultivation was now incomparably greater than when he had stowed away to the Immortal Realm, he still could not stabilize his body and was carried forward by the white light stream.

Waves of immense force surged from all around, constantly tearing at his body.

Han Li made a subtle hand seal, and a layer of starlight crystal film emerged on his body's surface, blocking most of the tearing force. The remaining small amount could no longer harm his body.

After doing this, he looked around. Everywhere was violent white light. The figures of Hu San, the Heat Immortal, and the others were nowhere to be seen, swept away by the light stream to unknown places.

Han Li frowned slightly, about to do something.

At that moment, the light stream ahead flickered, and a large mass of white light suddenly appeared, wrapping around his body.

Within the white light was a powerful but extremely chaotic time force.

Han Li's vision instantly turned into a blinding white, and his eyes stung sharply. He quickly closed his eyes.

The next moment, his body suddenly sank, pulled downward by a tremendous force.

With a loud "bang"!

Han Li was slammed into something, and the surging spatial turbulence around him vanished without a trace.

He opened his eyes and was pleasantly surprised to find that he had escaped the white turbulence, though he had crashed into the ground, creating a large pit and kicking up clouds of dust.

He flickered and shot out of the pit, hovering in midair as he looked around.

The surrounding terrain was flat and rather desolate, with little vegetation in sight.

The sky was a vast expanse of white, and white mist filled the air everywhere.

"So this is where the ruins of the True Word Sect are..." Han Li muttered to himself. The situation here was not what he had expected.

Due to the white mist, he could not see very far.

With a thought, he extended his spiritual sense, and his expression suddenly shifted slightly.

A strange spatial force filled the void around him, greatly suppressing his spiritual sense.

With his current spiritual power, his sense could only extend three to four hundred zhang before reaching its limit.

With a thought, a layer of purple light appeared in his eyes as he activated the Netherworld Devil Eye.

The visual range of the Netherworld Devil Eye was slightly greater than that of his spiritual sense, but it was still only about a thousand zhang. The white mist seemed to be no ordinary fog, as it greatly hindered the Devil Eye.

Although the surroundings were somewhat eerie, Han Li quickly regained his composure after a brief surprise. He had traversed countless secret realms and ruins, encountering environments far more bizarre than this.

He flickered and landed back on the ground. With a wave of his hand, a purple light flashed before him, revealing a palm-sized purple jade plate engraved with silver runes forming a complex silver spell formation.

This item was a communication array plate given to him by Shi Chuankong before entering the Smoke Mirage Swamp. It was refined using a unique secret technique from the Demon Domain, infused with a trace of spatial force, allowing it to transmit messages across spatial barriers. Its efficacy far surpassed ordinary communication array plates, making it suitable for use in various secret realms.

Han Li formed hand seals, and the purple jade plate floated up, spinning as it emitted a ring of purple light that flickered on and off.

After a long while, the jade plate still showed no response.

He frowned slightly and waited a bit longer. Seeing no response, he waved his hand and put it away.

Although he did not know why the communication array plate had failed, losing contact with Hu San and the others would be troublesome.

If he could not find Hu San, completing the task assigned by the Reincarnation Hall would be even more difficult.

After all, he was still unaware of the details of this mission. Although he had asked Hu San earlier, the latter had only grinned and said he would explain everything once they arrived. He had not expected that upon arrival, the two of them would not be in the same area.