Chapter 807: Forcefully Breaking the Flower Mirror

A figure flashed out from the collapsing golden sword light—it was Han Li.

As soon as he appeared, golden light suddenly blazed from his body, spreading rapidly in all directions to form a golden spiritual domain tens of miles in size.

At the same time, eighteen Bamboo Cloudswarm Swords shot out from him like lightning, vanishing into the void in a flash.

"Time Spiritual Domain!"

Feeling the slowed flow of time within the nearby golden domain, Flower Mirror, unable to roar, instead burst forth with yellow crystalline light from his body and instantly opened a crystalline spiritual domain of his own.

Within this domain, crystalline light flickered and countless petals danced through the air, inducing a dizzying sensation.

He hurriedly formed hand seals and pointed, causing the bronze mirror above his head to flare brightly. A yellow pillar of light descended, enveloping his body.

At the same time, a flash of yellow light appeared around Flower Mirror, and a earthen-yellow giant bell over ten zhang tall materialized, covering both his body and the bronze mirror beneath it.

No sooner had he erected these two layers of defense than the eighteen Bamboo Cloudswarm Swords flashed into the void a few zhang away and slashed down in unison, striking the earthen-yellow giant bell.

With a loud clang, the giant bell trembled violently, its yellow light flickering wildly before quickly calming.

Inside the bell, Flower Mirror was taken aback.

Given the might the eighteen flying swords had just displayed, even if they couldn't break through the bell's defense, they shouldn't have produced such a feeble result.

Just then, spatial fluctuations suddenly arose above the bell. A fist the size of a house, covered in purple-gold scales, materialized and struck the earthen-yellow giant bell with a light touch.

With a thunderous boom, the yellow light on the bell's surface churned violently, and the giant bell shattered like porcelain, scattering in all directions.

At that moment, the void rippled intensely, and a three-headed, six-armed purple-gold demon god appeared—it was Han Li in his Nirvana Saint Body transformation.

His eyes flickered as streams of eerie power continuously seeped into his mind from the surrounding domain, attempting to disrupt his five senses.

Han Li's vast divine sense within his mind operated at full speed to resist the domain's influence, while his remaining five purple-gold fists blurred and struck the yellow light pillar around Flower Mirror.

A deafening, earth-shattering boom erupted!

An immense wave of power burst forth, distorting space for hundreds of zhang around. All the yellow beast heads around Flower Mirror exploded and scattered.

The yellow light pillar flickered violently and then shattered inch by inch.

Though Flower Mirror was not directly hit by the purple-gold fist, the shockwave sent him flying like a bundle of straw, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.

Terror finally appeared in his eyes. Seizing the moment, he transformed into a yellow rainbow and fled into the distance.

However, within the time domain, even at full speed, Flower Mirror moved rather slowly.

A fierce glint flashed in his eyes. He suddenly spat out a mouthful of essence blood, which merged into the bronze mirror above his head.

The hazy yellow mirror instantly took on a bloody hue, and a blood-colored crystalline light descended from the mirror, fusing into Flower Mirror's body.

Flower Mirror's body swelled abruptly, a layer of crimson appearing on his skin as all his veins bulged. The rainbow he had transformed into suddenly brightened severalfold, and his speed doubled.

At the same time, the nearby void flickered, and dozens of identical yellow rainbows materialized, shooting off in all directions.

These rainbows emitted identical auras, making it impossible to tell which was real and which were fakes.

"Trying to run?" Han Li snorted coldly. Golden light flickered on his body as the Truth Dharma Wheel materialized behind him, spinning rapidly.

Hum, hum, hum!

Countless golden ripples emerged from the Truth Dharma Wheel, instantly spreading out to envelop all the rainbows.

All the rainbows came to a complete standstill, motionless.

Seeing this, Han Li let out a soft breath.

But just then, one of the rainbows flying toward the front left suddenly flared brightly. A vast aura erupted from within, far surpassing Flower Mirror's cultivation level, nearly reaching the Da Luo stage, and it continued to rise.

That rainbow shimmered, and the nearby golden ripples hummed and trembled, showing signs of being broken through.

Startled, Han Li quickly formed a hand seal and pointed.

The eighteen Bamboo Cloudswarm Swords beside him shot forth, unleashing golden sword light that enveloped all the rainbows before twisting violently.

Instantly, all the rainbows shattered, and Flower Mirror's body inside exploded into clumps of light.

A portion of the sword light wrapped around the front-left rainbow, madly slicing and twisting. Flower Mirror's body inside burst apart with a "puff," turning into a pile of minced flesh.

The surging aura immediately vanished, and the surrounding golden ripples returned to normal.

Han Li finally let out a long breath, dispelling the Nirvana Sacred Body transformation with a hand seal and reverting to human form.

He flipped his hand to produce two medicinal pills and swallowed them, then waved his hand to send out a beam of green light that rolled up Hua Jing's remnant body and the nearby yellow bronze mirror.

The blood light on the yellow bronze mirror slowly receded, restoring its original color.

Han Li took the yellow bronze mirror, his eyes flickering.

This mirror was most likely Hua Jing's natal demon treasure. Using it as a medium to activate the hypnosis law, he could not only manipulate others at will but even hypnotize himself. Just now, he had not hesitated to consume his origin to unleash power infinitely close to the Great Luo level.

Fortunately, his Divine Refining Art had recently advanced greatly; otherwise, he might not have been able to withstand Hua Jing's divine ability.

Han Li moved his arm, and a flash of emerald light flew from his sleeve, wrapping around the bronze mirror and drawing it into the Xuantian Gourd.

Then he flicked his finger, and a wisp of green light pierced into the remnant body, soon rolling out a yellow nascent soul.

A glint of killing intent flashed in Han Li's eyes. He reached out and grabbed the nascent soul, but just as he was about to crush it, he paused and turned his head to glance at Shi Chuankong, who was lying on the ground in the distance.

After a moment's deliberation, he released his grip, opened his mouth, and spat out a ball of silver flame. The flame circled the yellow nascent soul once, then transformed into specks of silver flame runes that inscribed themselves onto its body.

Having done this, Han Li waved his hand to send out a ball of flame that entered Hua Jing's remnant body, igniting it fiercely.

Hua Jing's remnant body soon turned to ashes, leaving only a pitch-black inner armor, a yellow bracelet, and a yellow beast-head relief.

Han Li raised an eyebrow and picked up the yellow beast-head relief.

This object was only the size of a palm, carved so vividly it seemed alive.

His heart stirred; this must have been what unleashed that nearly all-piercing yellow ribbon attack.

Though the object was entirely of a yellowish stone color, it didn't seem to be made of any jade material; it felt more like bone from some creature.

He toyed with it briefly, then put it away, planning to study it slowly later.

Han Li then waved his hand to collect the pitch-black inner armor and the storage bracelet before forming hand seals to withdraw his spirit domain and the True Word Wheel.

The golden ripples vanished, and Hua Jing's nascent soul immediately recovered, its small face filled with terror as yellow light glowed on its surface.

But at that moment, a silver flame suddenly rose from the silver runes on its body, burning away the yellow light and leaving a black mark on the nascent soul.

"Ah!"

Hua Jing's nascent soul let out a piercing scream, its entire body trembling violently.

"I have placed a True Flame Restriction on you. That was just a warning. If you dare make any further move, I will annihilate your primordial spirit immediately," Han Li said coldly.

Hua Jing's nascent soul trembled and immediately fell silent.

Han Li nodded in satisfaction, waved his hand to collect the eighteen Bamboo Cloudswarm Swords, then flickered and landed beside Shi Chuankong and the others.

"Fellow Daoist, let's talk this over. We have no enmity; we were merely fighting for our respective masters. You protect Shi Chuankong, presumably for the reward he offered. Among the Demon Lord's many princes and princesses, Shi Chuankong is but an insignificant one. The Fifth Princess, Shi Jingyan, whom I serve, commands vast power and controls boundless resources—far surpassing Shi Chuankong. She thirsts for talent. Why not switch your allegiance to her? With your strength, as long as I recommend you, the Fifth Princess will surely entrust you with an important task. Whatever reward Shi Chuankong gave you, the Fifth Princess can double, no, triple it!" Hua Jing's nascent soul trembled and then spoke rapidly like beans pouring from a gourd, beginning to persuade Han Li.

"Remove the flower mirror from them," Han Li said indifferently, as if not hearing.

"Fellow Daoist, you don't seem to be of our race; rather, you resemble a cultivator from the True Immortal Realm practicing demonic arts. You probably don't understand the current situation in the Holy Domain. A major event has occurred in Yeyang City, and around this event, the various princes and princesses are contending with each other. Many forces, large and small, within the Holy Domain have been drawn in. For Tai Yi stage cultivators like us, choosing the wrong side means immediate death and destruction. Fellow Daoist, think thrice before acting..." Hua Jing's nascent soul spoke faster and faster.

"Remove the flower mirror from them. I won't say it a third time. If I kill you, the flower mirror on them should automatically dissolve, right?" Han Li's gaze turned cold as he spoke slowly again.

Hua Jing's nascent soul stared at Han Li with its mouth open, its eyes filled with panic, and remained silent for a moment.

"Very well." Han Li sneered.

The silver flame runes on Hua Jing's nascent soul immediately brightened, and wisps of silver flame emerged.

"Alright, alright, I'll remove the flower mirror immediately. Spare me, fellow Daoist." Hua Jing's nascent soul, covered in black marks and in excruciating pain, quickly shouted, its small hands forming hand seals rapidly.

Red light flickered on the foreheads of Shi Chuankong and the other two, and a strange red pattern emerged before dissipating in a flash.

Seeing this, Han Li nodded, stopped the silver flame restriction on Hua Jing's nascent soul, and then pointed with a hand seal.

Crystalline light flickered at the brows of Shi Chuankong and the other two, and several crystalline chains shot out from within, plunging into Han Li's body.

The three's eyelids twitched, and they slowly opened their eyes, though their expressions were extremely unpleasant.

Han Li flicked his sleeve, and three green talismans shot out, transforming into three balls of emerald light that merged into the three's bodies.

Shi Chuankong and the others' complexions improved somewhat, and they sat up.

"Brother Li... what just happened?" Shi Chuankong looked somewhat dazed, patting his head as if he couldn't remember what had just occurred.

The black-faced elder and the pink-dressed young woman also looked puzzled.

"By the way, what about Hua Jing? Did he escape?" Shi Chuankong suddenly startled, recalling what had just happened, and looked around anxiously, asking urgently.