A Record of a Mortal’s Journey to Immortality (Chapter 801-Chapter 1000)

Just as the Nascent Soul glowed in golden light to perform another instantaneous movement, it was too late. A purple thread suddenly appeared behind it, followed by something piercing through its head. Its mind burned and it let out a shriek as all its strength fled. Powerless, it was tightly wrapped by the purple thread and was brought back into the barrier of red flames.

The three streaks of light had then arrived a kilometer away, and the cultivators within them were able to clearly see what had happened. The three felt fear overwhelm their hearts and immediately turned around, flying back with even greater speed.

They were all early-Nascent Soul cultivators. Though they originally conspired to join hands together, when they saw the famous Monk Wickedfire viciously slain and had his Nascent Soul captured, they immediately turned to flee. They now knew their greed would only result in downfall, and soon disappeared out of sight.

Han Li felt his breath turn cold when he saw how viciously the Elder Devil disposed of the monk, he stared at the distant flames with a disturbed expression.

Strange shrill laughs echoed out from the blaze, and then the flames were extinguished, revealing the devil once more.

Han Li’s mouth twitched when he saw this and he felt sullen.

The Elder Devil had already taken half-devil form. Although his appearance still resembled that of a human, he had another pair of arms and all four of them had turned black-purple.

A frightening meter-long purple tongue hung from his mouth. It was halfway lifted and firmly holding the monk’s Nascent Soul.

As he stared at Han Li with an unflinching gaze, Han Li narrowed his eyes and silently returned it.

Monarch Soul Divergence then worryingly said, “Youngster Han, you can’t tangle with this devil for long. The underground trade fair is nearby, and I fear that in just a moment, more will come and it will be difficult for you to break free.”

“I know... I originally thought to compare his abilities to that of the main soul, but it seems to be too dangerous to fight him. Let’s go.” Han Li spoke indifferently. With a wave of his hand, the golden flying swords revolving around him let out a cry and they all flew into his sleeve. Afterwards, he opened his mouth and released several balls of blood essence from his mouth, shrouding his body in a blood mist.

“Don’t you think it’s too late to run?” An inhuman light flashed from the Elder Devil’s eyes and his tongue withdrew into his mouth. Then in a blur, he disappeared from sight.

Han Li took no notice of these actions and formed a gesture with his hands. In a clap of thunder, silver light flashed and his figure became unclear as blood mist emerged around him.

At nearly that same moment, black light flickered in front of Han Li, revealing the Elder Devil’s monstrous form. He was quite a bit quicker than when he had killed the monk despite travelling twice the distance.

Han Li now no longer carried his calm air, and inwardly shouted in alarm.

An evil grin appeared on the devil’s Face, and he opened his mouth in an attempt to strike at Han Li with his tongue.

He was stopped, however, when an icy snort bore into the Elder Devil’s mind. Although his spiritual sense was exceedingly powerful, immense pain flooded through his mind and he suddenly had to stop his attack.

During that delay, Han Li blurred and shot forward in a blur of crimson light, disappearing from sight in the span of a single breath.

In the Elder Devil’s alarm, he quickly released his spiritual sense and swept the range of fifty kilometers and found a trace of Han Li. However, he immediately made use of Bloodshadow Evasion once more and fully escaped from the range of the devil’s spiritual sense.

The Elder Devil couldn’t help but remain in place.

“...Wasn’t that the Shadowform Evasion, a secret technique of Ironwing Devils? How can a cultivator from the mortal realm employ it? This will be troublesome... Wait, there seems to be something different about it.” As he muttered to himself, a pensive expression appeared on his face.

Spiritual light then flickered from the distant sky, followed by seven various-colored streaks heading in his direction.

The Elder Devil’s expression stirred and he woke from his stupor. A fierce and icy gaze swept past the group. “It’s good that you’ve come. I just finished refining the Nascent Souls that I’ve collected. After consuming you lot, my injuries should be fully restored in several years.” He eerily muttered to himself. With a deep breath, a large cloud of black-purple devilish Qi was released from his body, thoroughly covering himself.

His transformation began a step further, growing a second head in addition to his four arms. Then, he emotionlessly stared at the oncoming cultivators with two pairs of glowing purple eyes.





Chapter 960: The Heavenly Talisman Sect


The Huayuan Province was a large territory on the eastern shore of the Jin Empire. Most of its towns and cities were constructed on the coast, and there were many overseas cultivators that would arrive here to trade various demon beast materials for a few cultivation resources from inland. As such, the province’s markets were prosperous all year long and the sects were abundantly wealthy, reaping large sums of spirit stones year after year. There were even a few smaller markets farther away, but due to their favorable location, they were also doing quite well.

Kaijiang Village was a small town in the province over a hundred kilometers off the shore. There was a modest mountain nearby less than a kilometer tall. It possessed an inferior spiritual vein and could barely be considered to be a spiritual mountain.

While this Hundred Bamboo Mountain was beneath the notice of larger powers, it was home to a small sect by the name of Heavenly Talisman Sect. The sect seemed to be of the lowest level in the cultivation world, and all the members combined totaled a little over a hundred.

Despite the Heavenly Talisman Sect’s poor condition, it had a vast and long history. Tens of thousands of years ago, Daoist Heaven Talisman, the founder of the sect, had created three secret talismans whose power shook through the entire Great Jin, managing to bring the sect on par with the ten Great Righteous Sects. Although it wasn’t known as the greatest sect during its climax and didn’t have a lineage that spanned back to ancient times, it had tens of thousands of members and was the peak sect in the province.

Although the Heavenly Talisman Sect was highly accomplished in the Dao of talismans, their cultivation techniques were rather ordinary, and talismans could only accomplish so much. Several generations after their rise, they experienced a massive decline. Over the passage of time, they only barely managed to continue existing by passing down a few of their secret talisman techniques.

Apart from a few other cultivators from small sects, there were rarely high-grade cultivators that have visited. As such, the disciples on guard duty would often find themselves idle, and would rather chat with one another than to cultivate.

One day, two Qi Condensation cultivators on guard duty both let out a depressing sigh.

A male disciple in his late teens muttered, “Senior Martial Brother Li, is the market truly going to close? Although I’ve only entered the sect recently, I still know that the Three Essence Market is where nearly half of our income comes from. Without those spirit stones, how can our sect continue to exist?”

A youth in his mid-twenties of a plump stature helplessly said, “What can we do? Several days ago, the Spirit Wind Sect gave our sect master the last notice that either our market will merge with theirs or they will close it in three months. They’re bullying us with their strength!”

“Merge markets? That sounds possible.” The youngster disciple wore an astonished expression.