Chapter 937: Sacred Remains

“Fellow Daoist Li, sometimes knowing too much is not necessarily a good thing. This matter is absolutely harmful and of no benefit to you.” Gu Qianxun’s expression remained unchanged as she spoke.

Han Li did not speak again, slowly raising his arm.

White light once again appeared on his body, and an immensely vast aura erupted from him, even stronger than the aura he had emitted when blocking Gu Qianxun’s various attacks. It was filled with ferocity, as if a terrifying ancient beast had awakened, pressing down toward Gu Qianxun.

“Why must it be this way? I’ll speak then.” Gu Qianxun looked at Han Li and sighed.

Han Li stopped his action upon hearing this, ceasing to suppress Gu Qianxun with his aura, but he did not disperse it.

“I am…”

Gu Qianxun’s expression seemed to relax slightly, and then she began to speak.

Halfway through her words, the white bone spear in her hand suddenly shot out without warning, like a venomous snake striking, thrusting toward Han Li.

As if having anticipated this, Han Li waved his arm casually and caught the white bone spear in his hand, preparing to counterattack.

But at that moment, the bone spear trembled violently, and all its star apertures blazed with light, turning into a white sun.

With a loud bang, the entire bone spear exploded into a dozen fragments, each emitting a terrifying whistle as they all shot toward Han Li.

The spear tip flashed again and split into four white petals, which then shot out instantly, turning into four white afterimages aimed at Han Li’s chest.

The speed of the white petals far surpassed that of the other bone spear fragments; in a flash, they were half a foot from Han Li’s chest, and wherever they passed, the void directly rippled with black lines.

Han Li had not expected this change either. Frowning, he immediately retreated backward while punching the void.

Boom!

The void in front of him instantly solidified, forming an invisible wall.

The four white petals transformed from the spear tip halted in midair, writhing and struggling fiercely like four fierce live fish, trying to pierce through the invisible wall.

But the four petals only advanced half a foot before finally stopping.

The other bone spear fragments then struck the invisible wall, producing a series of loud crackling sounds, and were all blocked.

“Fellow Daoist Li, until we meet again.”

At the moment the bone spear exploded, Gu Qianxun had already fled far into the distance, having covered thousands of zhang in an instant, leaving behind her somewhat cold voice, its emotion indiscernible.

Han Li moved, about to give chase again.

But at that moment, a pile of collapsed buildings near Shi Chuankong suddenly exploded, and a black shadow shot out from within, lunging at Shi Chuankong. It was the demon ape that Han Li had sent flying.

The demon ape roared, its massive fist shooting out like lightning, turning into a black afterimage aimed at Shi Chuankong’s head.

Han Li frowned, withdrew his gaze from Gu Qianxun, and vanished with a flicker.

With a loud, dull thud!

The demon ape’s fist stopped half a foot from Shi Chuankong’s head, as a palm had appeared out of nowhere, catching the fist. No matter how hard the demon ape struggled, it could not lower it an inch.

Han Li’s figure then materialized, and his other arm blurred.

With a loud bang!

The demon ape’s massive body shot out like a straw, and as it flew into the air, it exploded with a boom, scattering into countless black wisps.

By now, Gu Qianxun’s figure had long disappeared into the depths of the distant buildings, out of sight.

Han Li glanced in the direction she had fled.

Although Gu Qianxun had already escaped far, if he gave chase now, he still had a fifty percent chance of catching her. Yet he did not pursue.

Though Gu Qianxun had not spoken, he had some guesses as to why she wanted to kill Shi Chuankong.

Han Li turned his gaze to Shi Chuankong on the ground, about to speak.

Shi Chuankong looked at him and raised a hand with some difficulty, waving it slightly.

Seeing this, Han Li raised an eyebrow and stopped speaking.

Shi Chuankong took a deep breath, reached into a tattered bloodstained garment close to his body, took out a white jade bottle, and poured out a blood-red pill, which he swallowed.

As the pill entered his stomach, his cheeks immediately turned blood-red, and the wounds on his body also glowed with faint red light.

The red light intertwined, and the wounds healed rapidly, almost completely disappearing within a few breaths.

A look of solemnity suddenly appeared in Shi Chuankong’s eyes. He began to chant under his breath, tapping various points on his body with his fingers.

With a soft sound, a crystalline blood light emerged on his chest, flickering gently.

Seeing this, Han Li showed a look of surprise.

Shi Chuankong’s face lit up with joy at the sight of the blood light. He tapped faster and chanted the incantation.

A faint rustling sound came from within his body, like a rushing river.

The crystalline blood light on Shi Chuankong’s chest wavered, then slowly began to move, shifting from his chest to his left arm.

His expression hardened, and then he formed a hand blade with his right hand, chopping down without hesitation on his left shoulder, severing his entire left arm.

As soon as the left arm left Shi Chuankong’s body, the crystalline blood light on it blazed brightly, turning into blood-colored flames that enveloped the arm and burned fiercely.

Seeing this, Han Li grabbed Shi Chuankong’s body and pulled him aside.

The red light on Shi Chuankong’s face had not yet dissipated. Light flashed at the wound on his left shoulder, and the bleeding immediately stopped. His expression relaxed.

By now, Shi Chuankong’s left arm had turned to ashes, and the blood-colored flames had completely disappeared, leaving only a drop of crystalline, jade-like blood bead suspended in the air.

Han Li’s eyes flickered with surprise at this sight.

“Don’t move,” Shi Chuankong’s voice sounded in Han Li’s ear.

Hearing this, Han Li’s mind stirred, and he stood still without moving.

The crystalline blood bead trembled gently, as if sensing its surroundings. After a moment, it seemed to give up and, with a whoosh, drilled into the ground and disappeared.

Only then did Shi Chuankong relax. He struggled to stand up, reached into his bosom again, and took out a blood-jade-like pill, which he swallowed.

Bright blood light immediately emanated from the severed left shoulder, and countless granulations grew wildly from the wound.

In just a dozen breaths, a brand-new arm had grown.

Han Li’s eyes brightened slightly. Outside, with the aid of world’s spiritual energy, regenerating a severed limb was not difficult, but doing so within the Jilin Void was no easy feat.

Although the arm had grown, Shi Chuankong’s face was still extremely pale. He sat cross-legged, circulating the blood energy in his body to refine the pill.

Han Li did not disturb him. He silently walked to the side and began to rest with his eyes closed.

Time passed bit by bit, and three days and three nights went by in a flash.

Shi Chuankong’s complexion had recovered somewhat. He slowly opened his eyes, let out a long breath, and then stood up.

“How are you? Are you all right?” Han Li had somehow already stood up and asked.

“Fellow Daoist Li, I owe you my life this time. Without your help, I would surely have died here,” Shi Chuankong said with a bitter smile.

“Since we are friends, there’s no need for such words. But what was that blood bead just now?” Han Li waved his hand and asked.

“That was Elixir’s blood tracking technique. He can implant his own essence blood into others, and within a certain distance, he can fully monitor all their movements. I was just affected by the Spatial Storm Talisman, and though I was severely injured, the power of the talisman coincidentally damaged part of the blood tracking technique, allowing me to expel it,” Shi Chuankong explained.

“I see. It seems that although the Jilin Void isolates the world’s spiritual energy, such strange techniques are not uncommon,” Han Li nodded.

“Earlier, it was because of this blood tracking technique that I was cold toward you, Fellow Daoist Li. I hope you won’t hold it against me,” Shi Chuankong then said with some apology.

“Given your situation at the time, it was only natural. But I’m a bit puzzled—why did Elixir plant the blood tracking technique on you?” Han Li’s eyes flickered as he asked.

Shi Chuankong’s expression stiffened slightly at this, and a trace of gloom flashed in his eyes. He did not speak for a moment.

Han Li did not urge him, simply looking at Shi Chuankong quietly.

“If not for your help just now, I would already be a corpse. So I won’t hide what happened before. In truth, my coming to the Jilin Void with you was not only to help you find Zi Ling but also for another purpose. In fact, that is the main reason I entered the Jilin Void,” Shi Chuankong said after a moment of silence, finally looking up.

“Oh? What is the other purpose?” Han Li was not surprised.

The earlier conversation between Shi Chuankong and Shi Zhanfeng had already given Han Li a vague idea that Shi Chuankong had another motive for coming to the Jilin Void.

“To find the Jilin Sacred Remains,” Shi Chuankong said slowly, a sharp glint in his eyes.

“Jilin Sacred Remains… what is that?” Han Li’s gaze shifted as he asked.

“I’m not entirely sure either. It is said to be a peerless treasure, extremely helpful for breaking through the Daluo bottleneck, and it is likely hidden in the Great Ruins,” Shi Chuankong’s eyes sparkled with excitement.

Han Li merely nodded slightly, showing little reaction.

“Originally, I entered the Jilin Void for my third brother, but now there’s no need for that. From now on, I will live for myself. Fellow Daoist Li, I have some information about the Great Ruins, given to me by my third brother. Elixir imprisoned me largely because he wanted that information. Fellow Daoist Li, would you be interested in searching for the Jilin Sacred Remains with me? This item could also greatly benefit you,” Shi Chuankong sighed and changed the subject.

“So, Elixir entered the Great Ruins also to obtain that sacred remains?” Han Li asked.

“Most likely. But this man has many secrets. From my observations over the years, besides the sacred remains, Elixir seems to have other plans,” Shi Chuankong said with a frown.

“Since Elixir’s goal is also this item, if we seek the sacred remains, we will almost certainly be opposing Elixir. This is a significant matter; I need time to consider before I can answer you,” Han Li said thoughtfully.

“Of course,” Shi Chuankong immediately nodded.

In the following time, the two did not advance but continued to rest where they were.

The main reason was that Shi Chuankong had been severely injured this time. Although he appeared to be out of danger now, his internal vitality had been severely damaged and would require a long period of recuperation to gradually recover.

The two rested there for another three full days, until Shi Chuankong had recovered about fifty percent of his vitality. Only then did they proceed deeper into the square.