In the dense forest, the ancient trees were quiet and lush.
Han Li traversed through the forest, and even with his current wealth of knowledge and experience, he was struck by a sense of dizziness.
There were many exotic flowers and rare herbs growing everywhere he looked. Some of them were even the best spiritual materials that were rare in the Spiritual Realm in a hundred years. Now, they could be seen everywhere, and most of them were not young. Most of them were more than a thousand years old, and there were even a few that were more than ten thousand years old.
In addition, there were some spiritual plants. Although he did not recognize them, most of them contained amazing spiritual power or had a strange smell, so he naturally collected them all without hesitation.
Even though he'd roughly swept through this mysterious bubble space with his Divine Sense when he'd just stepped into it, he still exclaimed endlessly with admiration in his heart when he saw it with his own two eyes now, and he rejoiced in his heart that he didn't just leave like that.
About half an hour later, Han Li's figure stopped in a relatively open area in the forest. The trees here were sparse, and there were no spiritual herbs growing. It seemed a little barren.
More than a thousand meters in front of him was a huge cave with a width of more than a thousand meters. It was like a giant sack with a black mouth facing him.
After Han Li stood still, he looked around a little. After confirming that there was nothing unusual, he walked to the cave and looked inside.
This cave was not vertical, but it extended diagonally to the ground. There was a constant "wu wu" sound of wind coming from inside.
A blue light flashed in Han Li's eyes. He strode into the cave.
The cave was dim and a little damp. There was the sound of water dripping on the top of the cave and the rock walls on both sides. The ground was also very soft when stepped on.
He walked all the way down, and after walking for about a quarter of an hour, the path of the cave suddenly changed and extended to the other side. Moreover, among the rocks around the cave walls, pieces of white crystals that emitted a cold light began to appear.
At first, they were a little sparse, but the deeper he went, the denser the crystals became. Gradually, the entire passage was illuminated.
After walking for another quarter of an hour, he finally came to the end of the cave. It was a huge underground culvert with a radius of thousands of meters.
The ceiling of the culvert was densely embedded with countless white crystals. The cold light emitted from the crystals filled the entire cavern.
At the bottom, the clear sound of flowing water could be heard. There was actually an underground river flowing through, forming a small lake here. Around the lake was a sandy land made of yellow crystal sand.
The white luster and the rippling surface of the water reflected each other, reflecting the clear and crystalline light around the cave walls. It actually looked a bit strangely beautiful.
However, Han Li was not in the mood to appreciate the beautiful scenery. His eyes were firmly locked on the center of the culvert, where a huge rock protruded out of the water.
On that piece of land that was about three hundred feet in size grew a strange tree that was about a hundred feet tall.
The trunk of the tree was somewhat similar to a common walnut tree in the secular world, but it was completely bare, without a single leaf growing on it. Only walnut-like fruits hung on the branches.
Han Li leaped and landed under the tree. He carefully looked up and down at the tree.
Upon closer inspection, he discovered that there were mysterious patterns on the tree that he had never seen before. They didn't seem to be carved by someone, but seemed to have grown naturally.
The walnut fruits hanging on the tree were even more peculiar. The patterns on the surface were dense, but they were extremely distorted. They looked like strange human faces. Some looked like old people, some looked like newborn babies, and some looked like middle-aged women. They were not exactly the same.
However, no matter what the patterns on them were, these human-faced walnut fruits all emitted an astonishing earth-attributed yuan qi.
He had been attracted here because he had discovered this wave of Yuan Qi.
Han Li rubbed his chin, a thoughtful look flashing across his face. He had a vague guess in his heart.
This mysterious bubble space should have belonged to the one-eyed giant, and the centaur beast had fought to the death for this strange walnut tree in the space.
Although he couldn't recognize the origin of the tree and the walnut fruits on it, there was one thing he was sure of. Something that could cause two monsters with cultivation comparable to True Immortals to fight over it was definitely not ordinary. It should be some kind of unknown spiritual treasure.
However, this was no longer important. Everything here now belonged to him alone.
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The Immortal World.
In the sky above an unknown mountain range, leaden clouds covered the sky. The wind was howling, and snow kept falling from the sky. The whole sky was gray.
There were dozens of peaks on the mountain range. Below the mountainside, there were some scattered trees bent by the thick layer of snow. Above the mountains, it was completely white and frozen.
Between heaven and earth, apart from the howling of the chilly wind, there was only the sound of snowflakes falling to the ground. There was no other movement, nor any trace of living beings.
However, at this moment, deep in the belly of the tallest ice peak in the mountain range, a shrill female voice suddenly came through the layers of snow, unaffected by the strong wind.
"Who is it?
Who was so bold as to kill my spiritual pet?!
No matter who it is, I will find you and tear you to pieces. Then, I will extract your soul and suppress it under my Heavy Yin Peak. You will never be reincarnated! "
His voice was filled with anger, and it reverberated through the violent snowstorm, causing the entire snowy peak to tremble.
Countless huge chunks of snow that had accumulated for countless years broke apart and slid down the cliff. They pushed and carried even more snow as they rushed down the mountain in a mighty manner. Rumbling sounds that sounded like the beating of war drums rang out.
…
In a blue sea in the Northern Frost Celestial Realm.
A bright sun was hanging in the sky, like a clear sky that had been washed by water. There were thin white clouds floating in the sky, and a breeze was blowing over the sea, making small waves.
On the rippling blue sea, there was a black island with a circumference of several thousand miles. Its edges were surrounded by countless strange-shaped black reefs. It looked extremely irregular, and if one looked down from the sky, it would look like an incomparably huge leaf.
At the north of the island, there were many ships anchored at the moment, but it was empty, without a single person on it.
From the port to the island, there was a spacious bluestone road, which extended into the dense forest on the island.
At the end of the road, there was a simple village with densely packed buildings, hidden among the towering ancient trees.
At this moment, fire was everywhere in the village, thick smoke billowed everywhere, and a series of earth-shaking battle cries came from everywhere. The light of magic treasures rose one after another, and the air was also filled with a thick smell of blood.
In a mess of ruins, nearly a thousand cultivators were fighting, vaguely divided into two camps, the number of people on both sides seemed to be similar.
One of the cultivators didn't seem to be human. They were all tall, green-skinned, and fanged, most of them holding some magic weapons like hammers, and the surface of their bodies was covered with a layer of light white light.
Among these foreign cultivators, there were also some tall and sturdy warriors wearing yellow armor and wielding wolf-tooth clubs. However, their entire bodies were waxy yellow, and they didn't look like living people. Instead, they looked more like moving wax statues.
The cultivators on the other side were mostly human, and there were some strange soldiers wearing blood-red armor.
These blood-armored soldiers had the same skin color as their armor, and their faces were dull. They didn't have the slightest expression when they were fighting, and they looked like puppets.
On a high ground, a blood-armored soldier holding a blood-red spear leaped down. He raised the spear in his hand and stabbed it at a waxen soldier who was running forward.
Before it fell, a blood-colored vortex suddenly burst at the tip of the blood spear, and countless blood rays swept down.
"Boom".
"The waxy yellow soldier's chest was blown up, and yellow wax juice kept flowing out of it. He couldn't help but take a few steps back.
However, in the next moment, he arched his legs and leaped into the air like a bolt of lightning. He swung the mace in his hand abruptly, and countless mace projections appeared, transforming into a yellow hurricane that swept toward the crimson-armored soldiers who had just landed on the ground.
"Peng!"
"The blood-armored soldier was caught off guard, and his head suddenly burst open. But at the last moment, he threw the spear in his hand, and it turned into a blood shadow, and directly pierced the waxy yellow soldier's head.
Both of them fell to the ground almost at the same time. One turned into a pool of blood, and the other turned into a ball of wax juice.
On the other side, the figure of a short and fat old man suddenly flashed out from behind a broken wall, holding a blood-red jade bottle in his hand. The mouth of the bottle was turned upside down, and it pointed straight at a foreign race cultivator who was chasing after someone a hundred feet away.
The old man patted the bottom of the bottle with his palm, and a blood light flashed at the mouth of the bottle. Then, a dense blood shot out of the bottle, and intertwined into a blood-red light beam, silently shooting straight at the back of the foreign race cultivator.
A strange scene appeared!
As soon as the blood-red light beam touched the layer of white light on the surface of the foreign race's body, its momentum suddenly slowed down. Although it wasn't completely offset, its power seemed to be instantly reduced by 30%.
"Peng!"
Although the foreign race cultivator was hit and blood spurted from his mouth, it didn't hurt his foundation. Instead, it turned around and rushed toward the old man with a roar.
Similar scenes were playing out everywhere in the village from time to time.
Regardless of whether it was the waxen warriors or the blood-armored soldiers, they were unusually brave and fierce when they fought. They were valiant and didn't fear death. However, because their numbers were similar, and their strength was also similar, they naturally couldn't control the situation of the battle.
However, the foreign race cultivators were protected by the strange white light, so any magic treasures or spells that fell on their bodies would be weakened by 30%. Therefore, they quickly gained the upper hand on the battlefield, and forced the human cultivators to retreat, gathering at the center of the village.
Meanwhile, on a white stone plaza at the center of the village, dozens of black-robed people were sitting cross-legged around a huge statue, and they were silently chanting a strange incantation.
These people were men and women, old and young, and their complexions were somewhat pale. Each of them had their sleeves rolled up, and their left arms stretched out in front of them.
On each of their wrists, there was a thin line of blood, and a drop of dark red blood was flowing from it, dripping on the ground in front of them.
On the ground, there were grooves that were half a finger deep, and they intertwined with each other to form a rather complicated formation pattern, which led to the statue in the center.
The statue was about 100 feet high, and it was carved in the image of a Young Confucian scholar. The scholar wore a silk scarf on his head, and held a scroll in his hand. He raised his eyes and looked into the distance.
If Han Li were here, he would be surprised to find that the Young Confucian scholar's facial features were somewhat similar to his own. However, if one looked at the proportion of their physiques, Han Li was obviously taller.
In front of the statue, there was a white-haired old man dressed in a grey robe. He crossed his hands over his shoulders, and prayed to the statue with a pious expression on his face.