A Record of a Mortal’s Journey to Immortality (Chapter 1201-Chapter 1400)

The mountain twirled in the air, abruptly turning three-hundred-meters tall. It brightly shined grey and released rings grey light downward.

A harsh expression appeared on the old Daoist’s face and he waved his sleeve. A transparent crystalline half-foot-long blade appeared.

The blade sliced at the air, releasing a dazzling streak.

Zap. The blade streak fiercely cut through the grey rings and struck at the base of the huge mountain.

A loud drone sounded like a gong being struck.

The mountain didn’t move and the blade streak vanished.

The old Daoist’s face stirred. Before he could do anything else, Han Li stretched out his other hand, revealing a pure-white palm. He stretched his fingers, releasing five bone skull rings.

Five huge skulls appeared around the old Daoist. They simultaneously opened their mouths and spat out an icy flame. They merged into five-colored light and instantly submerged the old Daoist’s body.

The old Daoist wore a smirk, but after the flames drew close his body, his face vastly changed. Myriads of red streaks burst out from his body, wildly chopping at his surroundings in form of a red lotus.

As the lotus stirred, the rainbow flames were split apart, unable to approach the old man in the slightest.

Han Li’s expression sank and he formed his hands together. He harshly roared and suddenly, his body wildly grew several times in size and pounced at the red lotus.

Several harsh streaks sounded. As the five skulls charged to the edge of the red lotus, five dazzling blade streaks chopped at the skulls, splitting them into two like bolts of lightning.

Soon after, the crimson lotus was thoroughly opened.

The rainbow flames were thoroughly extinguished by the red light and the old Daoist reappeared with a calm face.

With a loud ghostly wail, the five cleaved skulls became whole once more.

But they continued to wail as if they held the old Daoist in great fear.

Han Li took a shallow breath and gravely pointed at his pitch-black mountain a distance away.

The huge mountain rumble and fell straight down.

As the huge mountain pressed downward, the old Daoist appeared unfazed. He simply tapped his foot on the huge beast below him.

The two serpent heads widely opened their mouths and apt out a dense red blur at the huge mountain falling above them.

With a violent crack, the huge mountain swayed and began to fall to the side.

Han Li narrowed his eyes at the sight of this and his face grew unsightly.

The two serpent heads were able to spit out their tongues at such a great force, they were able to knock away his Essensefused Mountain.

Han Li gloomily reached out for the black mountain and five skulls, causing them to vanish.

Black and white light lit up from his palms, returning the color of their skin to normal.

“Hehe, Brat, you have many treasures, but you are delusional to face me with your meager magic power. It appears you have no other methods. Hand over your body to me.” The old Daoist seemed to be impatient, but he took no further action. Instead, the serpent heads of the beast let out a sharp shriek.

Invisible waves scattered around them, spreading several kilometers away.

Rainbow light continued to flash nearby and soon, countless rare beast images began to take form. A few as large as a hill with some only ten meters long. Each of them looked ferocious and smelled strong. They all surrounded Han Li and stared at him with evil eyes.





Chapter 1372: Beetles' Might


“An illusion technique?” When Han Li saw this, he was startled, but he waved his sleeves nonetheless. Tens of small golden swords swam around him like fish, each turning a foot-long in a blur.

He commanded them in his mind, and they each created several copies of themselves, adding more to the swarm.

Golden light filled the air. The swordstreaks weaved around, slicing apart the beasts in a hundred-meter radius.

Beast blood, howls, and corpses, filled Han Li’s surroundings.

He tightly frowned!

Be it the feedback from the swords or what he saw with his eyes, he sensed it all to be real. He couldn't distinguish these illusions from reality.

Despite his bewilderment, none of it showed on his face, and his swords continued their rampage and kept him safe.

Standing on top of the Shen Beast, the old Daoist wore an odd smile.

There were seemingly countless beasts surrounding Han Li. With the sharpness of Han Li’s swordlight, they cut down several hundred beasts in the blink of an eye.

However, the strange beast corpses seemed to float in the air rather than falling to the ground. It caused the bloody scent to grow increasingly dense and pungent.

Soon, just as Han Li felt something was amiss, the Shen Beast let out a cry. The chopped corpses turned into pitch-black fog and roiled underneath Han Li.

The several hundred swordlights continued to flutter around Han Li, occasionally chopping away at the black fog, but as more of the black fog tangled with the flying swords, they became sluggish.

Meanwhile, the Shen Beast’s giant body blurred and silently shot forward in a streak of black Qi, vanishing into the black fog.

A moment later, two long red shadows shot out from the black flog. In a blur, they strangely arrived in front of Han Li. One of them aimed for Han Li’s head while the other went for his chest, both striking at lightning speed.

Were it not for Han Li employing his full techniques to protect himself, including his Brightsight Spirit Eyes, he wouldn’t have reacted fast enough to block the attacks if he relying on his spiritual sense alone.

His face sunk. Without using any of his magic treasures, golden light flashed from his face and he smoothly whipped his hands in seemingly slow motion.

His hands turned sparkling gold as if formed of pure gold.

Bang, bang. The two golden hands grabbed the two scarlet tongues in a ball of flesh. Then, an immense force pulled at his arms.

His shoulders simply blurred as if nothing happened.

The old Daoist looked at this with shock.

The Shen Beast’s transformative abilities had not only reached perfection, but its immense strength was renown in the shadow tribe. A display of this strength was when it used its tongues to fling away the giant mountain from before.

Now, this unremarkable human youth was able to use his hands to grab ahold of the Shen Beast’s tongues with ease. It was rather inconceivable.

However, the old Daoist wasn’t truly worried. The Shen Beast had more than just brute force alone.

As expected, the two tongues remained motionless in Han Li’s grasp. Suddenly, white light glowed from them and the two tongues turned into huge scarlet pythons. They fiercely opened their mouths and they both aimed for Han Li’s head.

Han Li simply felt a huge tremble through his fingers as if the tongues became cold and slick, and they both attempted to go for Han Li’s head.

Blue light brightly flashed from his eyes and his golden hands blurred, each of them separately turning black and white. His black hand had a silver mountain image on its back and his fingers grew several times thicker.

Pop. Scarlet blood scattered. The hand squeezed down on one of the pythons, splitting it into two.

The large white hand had a white skull appear from each of its fingers. With a flick, all of the skulls bit seven inches deep.

The skulls began to wildly inhale, soon turning the serpent’s body into a husk drained of blood essence.

These were the results of the Divine Essensefused Mountain and the Unbreakable Cinque Devils being condensed into his two hands.

This method was only one cultivation technique that was mentioned in the Hundred Meridians Treasure Refinement Mantra.

The process of cultivating his body into treasures was an incredibly long process, but it allowed him to make use of his treasures ingeniously and several times quicker as well.

The cultivation of this not only condensed the power of the two treasures into his hands, but it fused the power of the treasures into one. It was incredibly flexible and their combined power would grant him greater odds of victory.