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

When these rays of light emerged, they immediately took the form of needles, circling once around the ball before rushing towards the crown of Han Li’s head.

Golden light filled the air and struck down at Han Li like falling rain. However, Han Li made no attempt to dodge.

As for the dried corpses, they simultaneously raised their hands and gathered together countless Ghostfiend Threads, weaving together near the ground.

In the blink of an eye, a huge net suddenly appeared below him and moved to trap him.

Such a large net contained an astonishing amount of baleful Qi. Ordinary cultivators would lose control of their magic power and bodies from the sheer proximity to such great baleful Qi. But since Han Li’s body was previously afflicted with baleful Qi and tempered with the Bright Jade Arts, it hadn’t affected him in the slightest.

Regardless, the net closed on him with such great momentum that even Han Li was surprised.

Then, his expression turned grim and he clasped his hands together, expanding the Triflame Fan to the size of a meter in a flash.

Holding the fan with a single hand, Han Li concentrated the entirety of his body’s magic power into it and firmly waved it.

What followed left him in complete astonishment. He sensed the fan absorb most of his body’s magic power in an instant, nearly causing him to throw it away in fear.

Fortunately, the fan eventually ceased absorbing his magic power and let out a phoenix’s cry. The fan trembled and a tri-colored flame surged out, condensing into a meter-wide phoenix with feathers of gold, silver, and red.

This strange scene left Han Li at a loss. He originally thought to wave the fan once more at the golden needles, but his current magic power was quite lacking. Instead, his flying swords flared with golden light and quickly fluttered in the air, creating the image of a blooming lotus around him.

Not stopping there, he spat a mouthful of blood essence on the Snow Crystal Pearl above him. It violently trembled before releasing a deep purple flame.

Under the control of a spell seal, the deep flames nimbly formed a circle around him, crackling as temperatures suddenly dropped.

The flames dispersed to suddenly form a thirty-meter-tall wall of ice. It glowed with purple light and surrounded him.

At that moment, the countless golden needles struck the ice wall.

Upon impact, gold and purple light flared together with each impact letting out a clear ring. Specks of golden light lit the wall and holes that were several inches deep riddled it, but continued to hold firm against the repeated waves of assault.

While the wall was only three-meters-thick, the damage had already shredded a foot, much to Han Li’s concern.

Although Han Li didn’t know it, the nightfiend was quite astonished as well.

Although his golden needles were refined with metal-attribute spiritual Qi, they weren’t created from replenishable materials. They were slowly refined from a chunk of unknown metal he had found long ago.

After being tempered for several thousands of years in corpse flames, their might was quite significant. They were much more penetrating than other needle-type magic treasures.

Now that his overwhelming attack was being effectively resisted, he was dumbstruck. Not long ago, he had managed to break a piece of purple ice with his golden light.

Of course, the Silver-winged Nightfiend couldn't have known that the flames Han Li had summoned with his blood essence weren’t ordinary Purple Apex Flames. Rather, it was a thread of ice flame essence he had purified with the assistance of the Snow Crystal Pearl after he took the Snow Soul Pills.

As the coldness of these flames couldn't be compared to his ‘ordinary’ Purple Apex Flames, they also required significant magic power to control, but under the circumstances, Han Li had to resort to blood essence.

Then, the tri-colored phoenix struck the huge grey net underneath him.

The huge net flashed and released a myriad of grey threads of capture the phoenix, instantly covering it from view in a dense volley.

Upon seeing the incoming attack, the phoenix let out a melodic cry and circled once in the air, leaving mysterious halos of light around it. Then, tri-colored light continuously glowed from within the halos, bursting with profound colorful talisman characters in a gorgeous display.

When the Ghostfiend threads entered the halos, an inconceivable event resulted!





Chapter 992: The Triflame Fan’s Power


Within the tri-colored phoenix’s halos of light, the vast barrage of Ghostfiend Threads trembled before evaporating into wisps of grey smoke.

At that moment, the tri-colored phoenix began to launch its true attacks and expanded its wings before turning into a huge fireball. The halos of light around it pulsed for a moment and suddenly surged in size all around it.

A wheel of gold, red, and silver light took form within the giant surrounding net of Ghostfiend Threads. Talisman characters of various sizes roamed around it, each one incredibly profound and awe-inspiring.

This gorgeous scene captured Han Li’s and the Silver-winged Nightfiend’s attention.

Under the glow of colorful radiance, the giant wheel of light disappeared in a pulse.

Soon after, the hundred-meter-wide net of Ghostfiend Threads had disappeared as well.

The Silver-winged Nightfiend unconsciously fanned his wings with a blank expression of disbelief.

That giant net consisted of nearly all the Baleful Corpse Qi he had ever cultivated. Now, he only had barely enough to control his corpse incarnations, and they were no longer capable of any significant attacks.

A single wave of a fan had decimated countless years of dedicated cultivation. Given its immense power, if he were trapped in that tri-colored wheel of light, his death would be certain.

The wheel of light’s flames strangely also made no changes in temperature. It operated underneath other worldly laws, accessing cosmic power that should only belong to Deity Transformation cultivators.

Although he had never encountered cultivators on the same level as a true Gold-clad Lunar Corpse, he had experienced countless years in this world.

The recent strike contained a very slight amount of cosmic power, but it was enough to inspire fear in the Silver-winged Nightfiend.

‘What treasure is in his hand, and how can it be so fearsome?’

Given his cultivation, if he had a suitable top-grade treasures on hand, he wouldn’t be completely at this attack’s mercy. But ever since he gained awareness, he has been trapped in the spell formation and never had the opportunity to refine such a treasure.

Were it not for the cultivators that entered the cave, he wouldn’t have been able to turn them into corpse fiend incarnations and his actions would’ve been incredibly restricted.

Although he acquired a large assortment of treasures from the cultivators he killed, there were none that caught his eye apart from the Evil Moon Mirror. With only one treasure being of acceptable quality, he had invested great time and effort into it, resulting in many exclusive abilities requiring it. As such, Han Li’s destruction of the mirror that thrown the nightfiend into a rampage.

As of current, the endless strikes from the golden needles had destroyed nearly half of Han Li's ice wall. Under these circumstances, only one thing came to Han Li’s mind. He summoned a small bottle from a slap of his storage pouch and he poured a drop of Myriad Year Spirit Milk into his mouth.

With abundant magic power flowing through his meridians, Han Li put the bottle away and coldly glared at the distant nightfiend. He tightly grasped the fan once more and spun it in his hand.

Radiant light blossomed from the fan and shining talisman characters began to flicker.

This time, Han Li planned on exterminating him.

Fortunately, the Silver-winged Nightfiend was restrained to this area and couldn't escape. No matter how powerful the attack, it wouldn’t have mattered if it didn't land.

The nightfiend’s expression betrayed horror.