A Mortal's Journey to Immortality: Wang Yu Transmigrates into a Book, the Dao Ancestor of Rein

Chapter 277 War Empress

The blood-armored giant formed from the crimson demonic cloud collided with the Soul-Refining Ghost Wind that broke through the impact, and the treasures in the hands of the eight giants shone with dazzling light.

A variety of colors, including red, orange, cyan, blue, and purple, complement each other.

A giant in blood armor wielded a greatsword, a heavy sword without a sharp edge, its power seemingly effortless yet profound. The greatsword expanded to tens of feet in length, then condensed spiritual energy into a thousand-foot-long sword beam, which slashed down. The clanging sound of the sword echoed far and wide.

The sword whirled and swung, its movements bold and sweeping.

One of the wisps of soul-refining wind was instantly split in two, forced to bypass the heavy sword aura.

A mirror shone with a dark light, seemingly capable of corrupting spiritual beings. It was a magical treasure; wherever the mirror's light shone, the Soul-Refining Wind grew even darker, but its spread ceased.

A giant in blood armor wielded a massive shield, its surface shimmering with spiritual light. When it expanded to a hundred feet, it resembled a small mountain blocking the way. A small patch of Soul-Refining Wind was indeed blocked by the giant shield. Behind the shield stood the Old Demon of the Joyful Union, his expression already incredibly solemn, each hand holding a ball of spiritual light.

There was also a white silver ring, its surface burning with strange white flames. After being hurled with all its might by a blood-armored giant, it spun rapidly and hurtled straight towards the center of the storm. This silver ring shone with a powerful spiritual light and was full of spiritual energy.

It's another high-level ancient treasure.

"Boom boom..."

A terrifying surge of energy caused the surrounding mountains to crack and large amounts of rocks to slide down.

The nearby ground then cracked open, spreading hundreds or thousands of feet in an instant, like a huge new wound on the land.

The ground in the central area sank by two or three hundred feet, creating a huge pit.

Even though the two were thousands of feet in the air, the aftershocks still reached the ground.

Old Qin and Fatty Tian were very perceptive; they immediately saw through the initial probing and realized that both sides were now serious.

They could also clearly feel the anger and fear of their own elder.

"If they stay a little further away, they still have energy left."

"Ah."

So, they flew back several thousand feet and stood in mid-air, not forgetting to raise three layers of protective light screens in front of them and summon defensive treasures just in case.

"Boom..."

A small bell suddenly grew to a hundred feet in size, and its mouth emitted a sonic wave towards the thousand-foot gap torn open by the giant sword's blade.

It's like an air cannon.

The sound waves were invisible and intangible; most of them were blown away by the ghostly wind, and only a very small portion reached Han Li.

The bell tolled with strange, irritating syllables, which would immediately make ordinary monks restless and extremely annoyed.

Losing composure due to frustration is a major taboo in a battle where every second counts.

"Little tricks."

Han Li gave a nonchalant sneer.

Before he could even activate the Pure Moon Pendant around his neck, this highly spiritual ancient treasure spontaneously activated, forming rings of water-like shields.

The sound of the bells gradually diminished over the hundreds of feet of area covered by the water ripple cover.

Not only that, it also clears the wearer's mind, allowing them to cast aside all distractions and focus more intently on the contest.

Of course.

The Old Demon of Hehuan's offensive did not stop there.

Following the sound waves emitted by the great bell, the white silver ring followed closely behind. Strangely, the ring's size decreased instead of increasing, shrinking from tens of feet to the size of a palm. Like a small shooting star, the silver ring, trailing a white fiery tail, pierced into the Soul-Refining Ghost Wind through the thousand-foot gap.

The silver ring spun rapidly, desperately dispelling the eerie winds while scorching everything around it.

Despite its small size, it moves incredibly fast.

In the blink of an eye, they passed through an area covered by thousands of feet of eerie wind.

Han Li remained calm upon seeing this.

A golden mirror that fell from the cuff reflected light in that direction.

The Ancient Treasure Golden Mirror, although only a fine piece among ancient treasures and not of the high-grade level, may still be extremely useful.

Objects illuminated by mirror light will temporarily become metallic, thus acquiring a layer of magnetism. If the illuminated object is metallic, the magnetism will be amplified.

The white silver ring itself is made of metal, and when it is illuminated, its magnetic force is amplified.

then.

With a snap of his fingers, Han Li suddenly slowed down the rotation speed and the attack speed decreased even more drastically.

"not good."

The Old Demon of Joyful Union sensed the condition of his treasure, his eyes narrowed immediately, and he made a hand seal to summon it back.

But Han Li would never agree to that.
"Want to go?"

Humph.

"Once you're here, don't leave."

The silver ring's rotation slowed down more and more, and once it entered that area, it was as if it were stuck in quagmire. Golden threads would occasionally appear around it.

The golden threads are the sword threads of the Great Geng Sword Formation.

In other words, the magnetic field of gold is already exerting its force.

It was only because the Soul Refining Wind blocked most of the divine sense and distorted the outside world's vision that it was not easily discovered.

The Old Demon of Hehuan sensed something was wrong and increased the speed of his hand seals, activating the silver ring with all his might.

Above the silver ring, white flames blazed brightly.

At the same time, they also tried their best to activate the other treasures.

The greatsword slashed again, attempting to create a passage, but the Soul-Refining Wind covered an extremely large area, far beyond what two or three strikes could pierce. Moreover, each time it cleaved open, it would quickly close up again, returning to its original state. The passage could only exist for a fleeting moment.

If the power of the greatsword is not enough, then the great bell will make up for it.

The bell rang again, sending another wave of energy straight towards the center of the gloomy wind. However, Han Li, who was already prepared, only felt a gentle breeze on his face. He felt no anxiety at all, but rather a cool and refreshing sensation.

"Ho ho ho..."

A pair of golden maces transformed into two golden dragons, baring their fangs and claws as they charged into the ghostly wind, attempting to retrieve the silver ring. These magical treasures, the Golden Dragon Maces, were seized by the old demon from a mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator. Being powerful magic treasures rather than ordinary ones, they did not require a master. With a little refinement, they could be activated at full power.

However, although the two golden dragons were ferocious, tearing through the thinning ghostly winds that had spread out, they were instantly shredded into specks of spiritual light by dozens of sword threads when facing the Great Geng Sword Formation. Their twin maces, their true forms, were covered in scratches, their spiritual energy greatly diminished, and they suffered considerable damage.

It feels like I tried to steal a chicken but ended up losing the rice instead.

"this…"

The jade box, which was about to be opened, suddenly stopped moving.

Inside the jade box were a scroll and a hundred or so jet-black flying needles, as thin as hair.

This set of treasures is more than enough to deal with ordinary mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivators. But to use it against the person in front of me, the old demon feels it would be like throwing a meat bun to a dog – a complete waste.

Han Li did not give the old demon any further chance to save Silver Ring.

He raised his hand and flicked out a wisp of grayish-white flame, which shot straight at the white silver ring. The moment they made contact, the fierce flames were swiftly frozen, and within the ice sculpture, the white flames on the silver ring continued to burn vividly. The silver ring itself, as if stripped of its control, froze in place.

Seeing that the Asura Sacred Flame had won easily, Han Li immediately waved his hand, and the ice sculpture flew to his side.

Immediately following, a three-legged round cauldron appeared.

The cauldron lid opened, and the ice sculpture that had frozen the silver ring was thrown into it. The grayish-white ice quickly dissipated, and the silver ring, as if freed, began to stir again. But the next moment, the cauldron lid slammed shut with a clang, completely severing the connection between the Joyful Union Demon and the treasure.

"Thank you, Fellow Daoist Yi, for traveling so far to present this treasure."

Han Li said politely.

Upon hearing this, the burly man's chest heaved violently. However, he was very cultured and didn't say anything more.

But Fatty Tian and Old Monster Qin were not calm:

"how is this possible?"

That grayish-white icy flame could actually freeze the high-level ancient treasure, the White Bone Fire Ring? Are you kidding me? What kind of strange fire is that icy flame?
Furthermore, what kind of treasure is that round cauldron carved with various flowers, plants, insects, and fish? Why can it seal a high-level ancient treasure?
Not right.

It's not right.

It seems our own Grand Elder has suffered a great loss?

This is also the time.

The soul-refining wind, which had spread to its extreme, began to swirl back.

The gourd mouth of the Soul Refining Gourd released a powerful absorption force.

"Humph."

How could the old demon be content with this?

The small tower swelled in the wind and grew into a colossal tower hundreds of feet tall, which was held aloft by a giant in blood armor.

The tower not only released a powerful force field that slowed down the movement of surrounding objects, making them crawl like snails, but also froze the outermost Soul-Refining Winds, especially the thousand-foot-long winds near the old demon, which had stopped spreading and reduced to almost zero speed, in place after being suddenly hit by this powerful force field.

In addition, the tower released an absorption power similar to that of the Soul Refining Gourd, and even began to steal the Soul Refining Wind from the Soul Refining Gourd.

"The Qiankun Pagoda of Baiqiao Courtyard?!"

Han Li's expression changed slightly.

wrong.

It cannot be said to be the Qiankun Pagoda of Baiqiaoyuan.

Although Baiqiaoyuan possesses the method for crafting this treasure, the three sects of Yunmeng have been infiltrated for hundreds of years, so it's quite normal for the crafting method to leak out. Didn't the Yan family obtain a Qiankun Pagoda and craft several Qiankun Pagoda talismans?
If the Old Demon of Hehuan wanted to, he could definitely get his hands on the refining method.

With the Hehuan Sect's strong foundation and the Hehuan Old Demon's great cultivator strength, it would obviously not be difficult for them to forge such a Qiankun Tower.

Upon realizing it was the Qiankun Tower, Han Li quickly made a hand seal, instantly turning the momentum of the Soul Refining Wind into a renewed release. His entire body, carrying the treasure gourd, pressed forward!
The next instant, a second gust of wind burst forth from the gourd's mouth, its momentum no less than the first.

The concentration of the entire ghost wind is increasing dramatically.

"What? You only activated half of this treasure's power before?"

The three demonic cultivators were greatly surprised.

The Old Demon of Hehuan was the first to understand Han Li's scheme, and was both shocked and furious.

He realized that Han Li had only been feigning weakness to lure him closer, waiting for the right moment to suddenly unleash a devastating attack.

If he truly and habitually believes that the Soul-Refining Ghost Wind's coverage area is at most six thousand feet, and this misconception deepens, then he is very likely to be trapped and entangled by the ghost wind, which now covers ten thousand feet and has faintly visible golden arcs of electricity, making it difficult to escape, until he is exhausted and dies within it:
"What a sinister guy!"

"boom…"

"Boom..."

The Soul-Refining Wind, spreading a second time, became even more violent, sweeping across the land faster and more fiercely.

The pair of maces were the first to be blown away, followed by the large bell.

A giant in blood armor tried to grab back the bell, but its arm was severed by a golden thread that suddenly approached. It was then instantly shredded into a cloud of blood by the Great Geng Sword Formation and quickly merged back into the crimson demonic cloud.

Then there was a black mirror, whose light could no longer block the surging wind. The mirror surface seemed unable to withstand some kind of force, and a crack appeared that ran from top to bottom.

As for the Qiankun Tower? Under the cover of a giant shield and the cracked ancient mirror, it absorbed the spreading ghostly wind while protecting the Hehuan Old Demon as he retreated rapidly.

"Break it for me!"

The giant sword cleaved open a thousand-foot-long escape route.

Seizing the opportunity, the Old Demon of Hehuan flashed a few times, his figure swirling with half of the demonic cloud and several treasures as he retreated a thousand feet, escaping the area that the Soul Refining Wind had not yet swept over.

After a few more shrinking movements, he arrived in front of Fatty Tian and Old Monster Qin.

Looking back, Han Li was collecting the two treasures he had lost.

It was those two maces and that precious bell.

"Golden Dragon Mace, Bewitching Bell..."

"How could this be?"

Fatty Tian and Old Monster Qin trembled with disbelief.

"They were restrained!"

The old demon Hehuan said with a grim expression.

"restraint?"

"That strange, eerie wind could suppress the Yin spirits within my Blood Cloud. Without the Yin spirits' assistance, my abilities were somewhat limited. And the golden arcs of electricity that suddenly appeared in that wind completely and irrationally paralyzed and weakened my Blood Cloud, disintegrating the demonic nature within it. The four Blood Spirits were easily defeated and destroyed because of this."

The eight blood spirits, each with combat power comparable to an early-stage Nascent Soul cultivator, were even more troublesome given their respective treasures.

Under normal circumstances, how could it be so easily destroyed?

But it couldn't stop the golden arcs of electricity that suddenly appeared in the ghostly wind.

"And my treasure was completely ineffective against that eerie wind and that strange sword formation."

When the big man spoke, it seemed as if he was gritting his teeth and forcing it out.

His face was not only unsightly, but also frighteningly pale.

Turning to look at the ancient magic mirror, he saw a clear crack on it, and his heart ached even more.

What exactly is that golden electric arc?
Could it be the legendary divine thunder that wards off evil?
"Good baby."

another side.

Han Li openly confiscated the spoils of war.

The original large bell has now shrunk to the size of a palm, which he holds in his hand. Inside the bell is a name: the Bewitching Bell. It is a high-level ancient treasure.

The double maces are even more powerful magic weapons.

Even when cut by the Great Geng Sword Formation, they only suffer spiritual damage, rather than being destroyed on the spot.

Of course.

I was happy, but I felt mostly regretful.

It's a pity that I couldn't trap the opponent with the Soul Refining Wind and the Great Geng Sword Formation.

I was ultimately too hasty.

If they had shown a little more weakness to the enemy, perhaps they could have actually kept the old demon alive?

Here, the old demon of the Hehuan Sect had a fierce glint in his eyes.

Since I began my spiritual practice, when have I ever suffered such a great loss?

Not only did he lose his three treasures, but he also damaged the ancient mirror. Worst of all, half of his magical power resided within the crimson demonic cloud. The demonic cloud was ruthlessly destroyed and nearly half of its power was consumed by the golden arcs of lightning, meaning that he lost almost a quarter of his cultivation out of thin air. He was severely injured.

Even if this portion of cultivation can be recovered, it would require at least ten or twenty years of arduous training with the aid of miraculous elixirs.

therefore.

Despite his continued fierce demeanor, his heart was pounding. In fact, you could say he was putting on a brave face.

Han Li, sensing the murderous gaze, raised his eyelids slightly:
"It seems you're quite dissatisfied, fellow Daoist?"

After saying that, he pressed down on her.

"Then fight again."

His energy expenditure was minimal, and he still has many untapped methods; it feels like we can try to win him over again.

Seeing this, Old Demon was in a terrible mood, feeling like he'd run into a fool! He immediately stopped pretending, grabbed Fatty Tian and Old Monster Qin, and turned to leave.

They were suppressed too much; they couldn't hit anything.

Fatty Tian and Old Monster Qin were completely baffled by this.

"Elder, we can fight three against one."

"That's what Fatty Tian said."

Upon hearing this, the Old Demon of Hehuan gave the Tian family fellow a deep look.

This made Fatty Tian feel extremely guilty.

Old Qin remained silent.

"Humph."

With your limited abilities, don't you have any self-awareness? Are you sure you won't just cause trouble if you go on stage?

"Walk."

With a burst of light, they flew straight to the Heavenly Net Kingdom.

He needs to figure out a way to break free and get his revenge.

The two people who were brought along secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Don't leave."

Wind and Thunder Wings appeared on Han Li's back.

The fact that the three demonic cultivators were only chasing after the enemy, without using wind or lightning techniques, made their hearts pound.

"Catching up?"

"So fast!"

"How dare this guy?"

Han Li didn't care about any of that.

then.

A scene that shocked the entire Tiannan Demonic Path has arrived:
The Hehuan Sect's Old Demon Hehuan, despite having two Nascent Soul stage helpers with him, was actually chased and forced to flee?!
A man behind them, looking menacing!

"what happened?"

"What's going on over there?"

"Why does it seem like the Old Monster of Hehuan is fleeing?"

The two early-stage Nascent Soul cultivators were like two burdens during their escape.

But... that's a Nascent Soul Ancestor!
The burly man at the head of the group is none other than the Hehuan Old Demon, one of the three great cultivators of Tiannan!
As a result, he was chased and killed by a single person?

Upon witnessing this scene, the Hehuan Sect's array masters who were the first to collide with the group froze and descended in a flash. The leading Nascent Soul cultivator protecting the group was dumbfounded.

What did they see?
Along the way, the old monsters from several sects were all dumbfounded.

"Fellow Daoist Yi, don't rush to leave. Let's fight a few more rounds."

Han Li kept a steady speed and chased after him while calling out.

The rest of the group: "..."

Are they hallucinating?

"Impossible...this is impossible!"

"hiss…"

(End of this chapter)