Chapter 1186: Volume 7: Across the Human World Chapter 1182: Into the Abyss

“Disciple was unaware of Martial Uncle Han Li’s true identity in the past and may have caused offense. I beg Martial Uncle Han Li not to take offense at this disciple!” The man in yellow saw that Han Li recognized him at a glance, and his face turned somewhat pale as he stammered out these words.

The woman beside him was taken aback by this situation.

Her Senior Martial Brother Kui was usually so articulate, so why had he suddenly become like this? And from the way he spoke, it seemed he had known the Great Elder from before.

The woman was full of doubts but dared not to ask anything outright.

A corner of Han Li’s mouth lifted, revealing a smile that wasn’t quite a smile.

“One can’t be blamed for the unknown. I had my reasons for concealing my cultivation at the time. Why would I hold you brothers responsible for that? But Nephew Kui, I’m quite surprised you were actually able to reach Core Formation. How are the other two?”

This yellow-clothed cultivator was Kui Huan, the very same Drifting Cloud Sect disciple who had once invited him to capture the Snowcloud Fox. His Spiritual Root aptitude was considered average, but now he had advanced from the Qi Refinement Realm to a Core Formation cultivator. Naturally, Han Li was somewhat surprised.

“Martial Brother Wang and the others weren’t so fortunate. They couldn’t even get past the Foundation Establishment hurdle, and many years ago, they passed away,” Kui Huan replied with a bitter smile after seeing that Han Li remembered the events of the past clearly.

“That’s also understandable. Their aptitudes were not good either, so failing to establish their Foundations is not so strange. It appears that Nephew Kui has had some extraordinary encounters,” Han Li said with a light sigh.

“Disciple happened to consume an unknown Spirit Grass over a hundred years ago, which is when my cultivation suddenly made great strides!” Kui Huan explained with an apologetic smile.

“Hehe, this shows that you have quite good fortune. However, my visit this time is not for reminiscing. I have some questions to ask you!” Han Li’s face turned solemn, and his voice grew somber.

“Great Elder, please feel free to ask. If this disciple knows anything, I will tell you everything,” the woman replied promptly and respectfully.

Even if Han Li wasn’t the Great Elder of the Drifting Cloud Sect, his status as Tian Luo’s number one cultivator alone was enough for her to try to curry favor with him.

“It’s nothing much, I just want to inquire about the seal over the Demon Abyss that your Seven Spirit Islands have been guarding this past year. Has there been any unusual changes?” Han Li asked slowly.

“The seal? It seems to be fine. We’ve been taking turns sending people from our seven islands to inspect it and haven’t heard about any abnormalities. What does Martial Uncle mean by that?” The woman was surprised and responded almost reflexively.

Han Li frowned slightly when he heard her reply.

“Taking turns to guard? This means that even if something goes wrong while cultivators from the other islands are on duty, you might not necessarily be aware of it,” Han Li said, his expression growing darker.

“If the other islands do not inform us, I’m afraid it might be the case,” Kui Huan and the woman exchanged a glance before reluctantly replying.

To their surprise, Han Li did not become angry upon hearing this. Instead, his eyes flashed a few times and he suddenly smacked his storage pouch with one hand, producing a colorful array of formation flags and plates.

“You are to lead thirty-six disciples immediately to the entrance of the Demon Abyss and set up this ‘Profound Heavenly Annihilation Array.’ I’m going down into the Demon Abyss. Should anything emerge from within, I need you to hold it back. I don’t expect you to defeat it; just slowing it down for a while will suffice,” Han Li calmly instructed.

Upon hearing Han Li’s words, Kui Huan and the other person were greatly surprised but promptly agreed with repeated nods.

“There’s no time to delay! You must promptly select people and head to the seal to set up the array. I will go on ahead and enter the Demon Abyss to take a look. Hehe, I hope it’s just a false alarm,” Han Li murmured to himself, tossed the formation establishment tools, and stood up.

Without waiting for a response from the two people in front of him, he flashed with a sudden thought and turned into a streak of green light, shooting up into the sky.

The direction of the streak of light was precisely where the seal over the Demon Abyss was located.

The woman and Kui Huan hurriedly paid their respects, then without any delay, released Sound Transmission Talismans, calling upon the suitable remaining disciples on the island.

In a moment, another group of cultivators gathered, and the two immediately distributed the formation establishment tools before leading their teams away from the island.

They dared not waste any time, fearing they might cause delays to Han Li’s plans.

Meanwhile, Han Li was already standing above the former entrance of the Demon Abyss.

The huge vortex of the past was now only fifty or sixty zhang wide and surrounded by a dozen or so huge stone pillars. These pillars, made of some unknown material that was neither gold nor wood, were half-floating in the surrounding seawater, immobile.

The strands of milky-white light emitted from the pillars formed a white light barrier, completely sealing the vortex underneath it.

Han Li floated above, his eyes narrowed as he silently examined the seal in front of him.

“Martial Elder Han, the seal has been intact all along. Could it be possible that the information you have is incorrect? And our Seven Spirit Islands’ cultivators have constantly been vigilant in the vicinity without any slacking,” said a red-robed cultivator in the Core Formation Stage, who stood behind Han Li, respectfully asking, indicating that he was already aware of Han Li’s identity.

The other Foundation Establishment cultivators stood with folded hands even farther away, not daring to take a deep breath.

“Hmph, I know at least five or six methods to infiltrate the seal without damaging it. As for evading your vigilance, that’s even less of a difficulty,” Han Li said coldly without even looking back.

Upon hearing this, the red-robed cultivator could only wear a forced smile of silence.

“Shortly, the disciples of the Drifting Cloud Sect will set up a Temporary Spell Formation that will temporarily control the entrance. You of the Crimson Lotus Sect will just need to cooperate with us. There will be no issues with that, right?” Han Li asked in a chilly voice.

“No problem at all! Elder, do you truly intend to enter the seal?” The fire-red robes cultivator heard some intent behind Han Li’s words but couldn’t help but express his astonishment and doubt.

“Of course, I must go into the Demon Abyss. Otherwise, why would I come here personally? Now is when the Demonic Qi is most suppressed, and it’s the best opportunity to enter,” Han Li replied without hesitation, then raised his head to look at the sky.

It is now midday, with the scorching sun hanging high in the sky, appearing exceptionally glaring.

The cultivator in fire-red robes also raised his head to look at the blinding sun, a hint of realization flashing across his face.

“All right, take care of yourselves. I’m heading down first.” Han Li did not wish to delay any longer. With a flick of his sleeves, a tri-color flame tumbled out from his hand, transforming into a Tri-color Feathered Fan.

With a gentle flick of the fan in his hand, runes surfaced one after another on the fan, and a layer of tri-color flames emerged on its surface.

Han Li’s figure flickered, and he turned into a streak of azure light shooting toward the light screen. At the same time, he brandished the Feathered Fan towards the empty space of the light screen with a slashing motion.

With a “boom,” the Three Flame Fan seemed like an incredibly sharp blade of fire, the tri-color flame effortlessly creating a fissure about a zhang wide in the milky white light screen. Out from it, pitch-black Demonic Qi surged forth, as if trying to spread everywhere.

Upon seeing this scene, the cultivator in fire-red robes had a slight change in expression, while those Foundation Establishment cultivators couldn’t help but cry out in alarm.

However, Han Li’s other sleeve had long been prepared, sweeping downwards forcefully.

Instantly, a surge of hazy azure radiance rolled downward, astonishingly using strong spiritual pressure to suppress the leaking Demonic Qi, forcibly pressing it down.

Quickly after, with a sudden thought flashed past, Han Li shot into the Demon Abyss, while the split milky white seal rapidly healed as it was before, with not a wisp of Demonic Qi escaping.

Only then did the cultivator in the fire-red robes breathe a sigh of relief, followed by some self-mockery.

After all, the other party was the number one great cultivator in Tian Luo; his own worries were somewhat overblown.

But at this moment, a Foundation Establishment cultivator standing behind suddenly shouted:

“Martial Uncle, look!”

The cultivator in fire-red robes startled, twisted his head following the voice and looked over.

He saw at the distant horizon, flashes of spiritual light were flickering, and then dozens of streaks of light shot towards this place.

“It’s the Drifting Cloud Sect cultivators! It looks like Han Li did not speak a word of falsehood at all. Could it be that some formidable demon really made its way into the Demon Abyss?” The cultivator in fire-red robes muttered to himself while observing the distance, his face showing a complex expression.

Surrounded by pitch-black Demonic Qi, Han Li’s body was now sparkling with golden arcs, having once again stimulated the Devilbane Lightning to prevent the invasion of Demonic Qi.

Amidst the rumblings of thunder, he was sliding deeper into the abyss.

The golden arcs and Demonic Qi continually intertwined but were constantly dispersed and extinguished by the dull thunder.

Han Li, acting as if he didn’t see any of this, was repeatedly performing hand incantations and chanting a secret oracular formula from the Profound Nascent Formation Arts.

A thousand zhang, two thousand zhang, three thousand zhang…

Although Han Li was unceasingly casting the spell, there was absolutely no response in his divine sense. As he descended deeper into the abyss, his expression grew increasingly somber.

When he had descended seven or eight thousand zhang into the abyss, a flicker of doubt couldn’t help but cross his mind.

Could it be that he had truly predicted wrong, that the second Nascent Soul did not hurry to this place and instead sought elsewhere to cultivate?

With a mutter in his heart, Han Li suddenly changed expression and halted his streak of light, stopping on the spot.

His face was extremely grave, his hand incantations changed, and a low spell incantation sound came from his mouth while his eyes, sparkling with blue light, were intensely fixed on something below, unblinking.

Suddenly, his expression turned strange, appearing somewhat uncertain.

After hesitating for a moment, he moved once again.

However, this time, Han Li seemed to know exactly where his target was, shooting directly towards a certain direction.

This descent wasn’t long. After only three or four hundred zhang, Han Li heard the rich and wild roars of beasts.

With his lips pursed, his speed slowed down significantly, but the Three Flame Fan in his hand spun effortlessly before being tightly gripped by his five fingers.

The blue light in Han Li’s pupils started to shine piercingly bright as he continued to stare into the Demonic Qi below without blinking.

With Han Li’s current cultivation level, fully utilizing Brightsight Spirit Water even amidst this ten thousand zhang Demon Abyss, he could still see up to a hundred zhang away.

But beyond fifty zhang, the things he saw started to become somewhat blurred.

And down below, at a distance of about a hundred zhang, a tremendously large dark shadow loomed, raising its head to emit a thunderous roar.

As Han Li focused his Brightsight Water, he happened to lock eyes with the blood-red, dripping eyes of the shadowy figure.

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