Chapter 797: Twin Sisters, One Body

The purple-clad woman, trapped by Han Li's divine thought prison, suddenly curled the corners of her mouth upward, revealing a strange smile.

Immediately after, a small cyan soul figure emerged from her shoulder, casting a venomous glance in their direction before flashing and disappearing into the purple-clad woman's body.

A cyan light flashed on the purple-clad woman, and her jet-black hair instantly turned half cyan and half purple.

Her eyes also turned eerily one cyan and one purple.

Han Li felt a powerful wave of divine thought surge from her sea of consciousness, and the prison woven from his divine thought chains immediately suffered a violent impact, unable to withstand it and directly collapsing.

“One body, two souls!” Han Li's heart tightened, and he swiftly retreated backward.

“All I knew before was that the Purple and Cyan Sisters were twin sisters with extraordinary combat power when combined, having once made a name for themselves by killing a Da Luo level cultivator together, but no one ever knew they were one body with two souls. This... then what was it that collapsed along with the island earlier?” Shi Chuankong also looked astonished as he retreated.

“Most likely some kind of avatar technique. Since they are one body with two souls, their combined soul power might rival that of a Da Luo cultivator. Do not—” Before Han Li could finish, he was interrupted by a sharp screech.

The sound was extremely piercing, like a sharp spear directly piercing the sea of consciousness of both Han Li and Shi Chuankong, throwing their divine senses into chaos and causing the flow of immortal spiritual power within them to become disordered, their bodies involuntarily plummeting toward the ground.

Enduring the intense pain in his sea of consciousness, Han Li quickly activated the fifth layer of the Soul Refining Art. An invisible force immediately arose in his sea of consciousness, supporting itself like an invisible light shield, resisting the invasion of that sound.

On the other side, Shi Chuankong, caught off guard, had no time to react. His body fell straight down, crashing into a verdant forest, and whether he had fainted or not, there was no movement.

“Because the master was merciful and spared your life, Sister Zihe kindly advised you, yet you, not knowing when to die, dared to collude with Shi Chuankong to ambush us. Truly deserving of death,” the purple-clad woman said, stopping her screech.

Her voice had suddenly become a bit hoarser, clearly Qingling speaking.

Han Li steadied himself inwardly without replying, fully activating the Soul Refining Art. With a slight turn of his wrist, a cyan light shone around him, and eighteen Azure Bamboo Cloudswarm Swords floated out, their tips pointing at the purple-clad woman, emitting a series of tremors.

Seeing this, the purple-clad woman sneered, her mouth opening and closing a few times.

As a chant sounded, Han Li felt his vision blur, and then the light around him dimmed, as if the entire world had fallen into darkness.

He slowly raised his head, looking upward, and saw that in the pitch-black void, only two enormous eyeballs floated, one cyan and one purple, both emitting waves of light that rippled like water patterns.

These light waves swept over his body without any discomfort, instead bringing a pleasant warmth, like a spring breeze.

Bathed in the layers of light waves, Han Li felt warm all over, and his consciousness unconsciously fell into a very languid state, his entire tense mind seeming to slowly relax.

However, deep in his sea of consciousness, his own soul figure was wrapped in layers of cyan and purple light rings, shouting loudly with its mouth wide open.

But no matter how it struggled, it could not break free from the重重 restraints of the cyan and purple light rings.

Nevertheless, Han Li was no ordinary Taiyi cultivator; his willpower and divine sense strength far exceeded the purple-clad woman's estimation.

Seeing Han Li still shaking his head, trying to wake from her control, a hint of surprise flickered in the purple-clad woman's eyes.

After all, in the past, when encountering Taiyi中期 cultivators, they could not maintain a trace of clarity in their spiritual platform under such a powerful soul attack.

“Sister, if we devour his soul, our cultivation might take another step forward,” the purple-clad woman's voice suddenly became gentler, as if Zihe were speaking.

“Don't be too careless. This person's soul power far exceeds that of ordinary Taiyi Jade Immortals. We must go all out and present the heads of him and Shi Chuankong to the master. Otherwise, having lost such an important avatar, even though we have been favored by the master for many years, we will still be punished,” the purple-clad woman's cyan eyes brightened, but it was Qingling's voice.

“Then I'll listen to Sister,” Zihe said, and the purple-clad woman's gaze fell on Han Li.

The latter had gradually recovered from the soul attack, his body steady again, hovering in midair looking in their direction, his eyes full of complex emotions.

“He actually woke up on his own...” Zihe said, somewhat surprised.

Han Li forcibly suppressed the lingering waves in his sea of consciousness, his eyes focusing. The Truthful Speech Wheel within him instantly reversed, and his body shot toward the purple-clad woman. The eighteen Azure Bamboo Cloudswarm Swords beside him streaked through the air like flowing light, shooting out ahead of him.

“Wanting to fight in close quarters? A pipe dream,” Qingling chided lightly.

As soon as she spoke, the eighteen Azure Bamboo Cloudswarm Swords were already upon her, thrusting straight at her.

However, within ten zhang of her, the flying swords were firmly held back by a layer of barely discernible strange force, each hovering in midair trembling, unable to advance further.

Seeing this, Han Li halted his charge, and a purple light instantly lit up in his eyes.

Under the Nine Nether Demon Pupils, the force blocking the Azure Bamboo Cloudswarm Swords' assault immediately revealed itself—it turned out to be eighteen transparent divine thought crystal threads as fine as hair.

It emanated from the purple-clad woman, tightly coiling around the bodies of each longsword, rendering them immobile.

"She can materialize divine sense?" Han Li's mind stirred. The lightning patterns on the Green Bamboo Cloudswarm Swords flickered instantly, and strands of golden lightning burst forth, rippling with the law power of lightning.

"Crackle—"

With a flash of thunder and lightning, the crystalline threads of divine sense entwining the eighteen flying swords immediately snapped and dissipated.

The Green Bamboo Cloudswarm Swords then rang out with clear sword cries, once again shooting toward the purple-clad woman like lightning.

"Courting death." The purple-clad woman let out a delicate shout, as if both women spoke at once.

Their two palms, left and right, each formed hand seals and joined together before their bodies, forming a strange hand gesture.

"Sever!" Both women bellowed.

A semi-transparent domain instantly expanded, enveloping all the incoming Green Bamboo Cloudswarm Swords.

The moment the flying swords entered the domain, Han Li inwardly cried out, "Not good."

In the next instant, his divine sense connection with the swords was severed.

The lightning on the eighteen Green Bamboo Cloudswarm Swords dimmed, their sword aura converged, as if they had all become masterless objects, their power withdrawn, hanging in midair.

No matter how Han Li urged his spiritual sense to connect with them, the eighteen flying swords remained utterly unresponsive.

This domain, mixed with powerful divine sense, spanned only a hundred miles, yet it seemed to isolate a region that forbade other spiritual senses, not only blocking the connection between Han Li and his lifebound treasure but also affecting his own spiritual sense power.

Han Li's expression remained unchanged. With a twist of his wrist, another Green Bamboo Cloudswarm Sword materialized. A golden light flashed on its blade, and a golden electric arc immediately appeared.

"Fortunately, as long as it's not driven by divine sense, the flying sword's abilities remain unaffected."

Han Li breathed a silent sigh of relief, yet also felt some regret. He should have seized the time in recent days to cultivate the Art of Spirit Refining; perhaps he would have already reached the fifth layer's perfection, and now he might not be so passive.

But at this moment, thinking about it was useless.

"You dare to be distracted while fighting us? You're asking for death." At this moment, Zihe's crisp shout rang out.

A strangely shaped琉璃 lamp suddenly shot out from ahead, flying straight toward Han Li.

Han Li stared intently and saw that the lamp was very archaic in form, with four ferocious, grotesque beasts standing back to back, facing the four directions, their hands raised as if supporting the heavens, together holding up the lotus-shaped oil lamp above.

Inside the oil lamp, there was no oil, but a tiny green flame, like a bean, flickered gently.

The moment Han Li's gaze touched the oil lamp, his entire body stiffened, and all his attention was instantly drawn to that small flame, unable to look away.

In his sea of consciousness, a massive phantom of an oil lamp emerged, and the four beasts beneath it flashed with a faint green light in their eyes, then all opened their mouths, making a sucking motion in all directions.

Han Li's mind trembled, and he immediately felt his divine sense power begin to drain rapidly, like wisps of light smoke flowing into the mouths of the four beasts.

As his divine sense power quickly diminished, the flame on the oil lamp suddenly flared up, burning fiercely like a torch soaked in oil.

"The Soul-Devouring Lamp has already ignited within his sea of consciousness. His divine sense power will soon be exhausted, and devouring his soul is only a matter of time. Let's go kill Shi Chuankong first, to eliminate the master's future trouble," Qingling said.

"What you say is quite right, Sister," said Zi He.

Although their tones differed, to outsiders it still seemed as if one person was talking to themselves, which looked extremely strange.

With that, the Purple-Green Twin Maidens swooped straight down, flying in the direction where Shi Chuankong had fallen.

At this moment, Shi Chuankong still lay motionless on the ground, as if still unconscious, his soul fluctuations appearing very weak.

When they were several dozen zhang away, the Purple-Green Twin Maidens suddenly raised their hands, and a purple-green metal chain shot straight out, heading directly for Shi Chuankong's head.

With a soft "噗" sound,

the metal chain pierced straight into the back of Shi Chuankong's head, smashing it like a ripe watermelon.

Looking at his bloody and mangled head, half of the Purple-Green Twin Maidens' faces showed a hint of joyful smile, while the other half wore a strange expression, with a trace of doubt appearing.

"No, why is the Nascent Soul not escaping?" Qing Ling's expression tightened as she called out.