Mortal: Li Feiyu, who came from the realm of a supreme being

While waiting for the arrival of the Hidden Moon Sect, Li Huayuan and Fuyunzi, as in the original story, started their bet again, treating their disciples as stakes in the wager. The disciples of both sects turned pale, but no one dared to utter a word.

Such is the world of cultivation, a place of constant infighting where cultivators are often both oppressed and oppressors, a cycle that has become an ironclad rule.

Before long, the delegation of the Hidden Moon Sect, the leader of the seven major sects, finally arrived.

With the combined efforts of the seven Core Formation cultivators, the light barrier at the entrance to the Crimson Forbidden Land slowly opened. Hundreds of Qi Refining disciples immediately transformed into streams of light, rushing in one after another.

Seizing the opportunity, Li Feiyu moved swiftly, like a wisp of smoke, and slipped into the portal of light. As he passed by Han Li, their eyes met for a fleeting moment, and he paused almost imperceptibly before disappearing into the halo of light.

……

Han Li followed closely behind several disciples of the Giant Sword Sect, rushing into the passage. The passage was short, only about twenty feet long, and they passed through it in a flash. As soon as they emerged from the exit, before they could even see their surroundings clearly, a familiar sense of dizziness from teleportation washed over them.

"Once we're inside, we can't rush things. We need to observe first before making any plans... What?" The thought had barely formed in his mind when a sudden change occurred!

His right wrist suddenly tightened, and a strange and tricky force instantly penetrated it, like an ingenious key, sealing off the true energy and magic power flowing within his body at the same time! His meridians stagnated, and his breath dissipated.

Han Li was terrified and his mind went blank.

When vision cleared again, a pungent, strange smell, a mixture of rot and blood, assaulted my nostrils.

What comes into view is a gray-black, damp ground, puddles bubbling with murky liquid, strange trees with twisted and menacing branches, and patches of eerie, blood-red grass at your feet.

However, what chilled him to the bone even more than the eerie environment was that the iron-like sensation on his wrist had not disappeared!

He was still firmly held by the pulse point, unable to muster any strength, like a lamb to the slaughter!

"Oh no!" An unprecedented panic gripped my heart.

They've only just entered, and they've been subdued before they even saw the enemy?

At the critical moment of life and death, Han Li's inherent ferocity was unleashed.

Without turning his head, he flexed the muscles in his left arm, using his palm as a knife, carrying a trace of the intense true meaning left over from the "Burning Like an Art," and slashed fiercely at the neck of the blurry figure behind him!

This attack was hasty yet ruthless, an attempt to break free.

"Snapped!"

With a soft sound, his palm strike, which he had swung with all his might, was easily blocked by a steady and powerful hand.

Immediately, the hand twisted and pressed down, while the other hand cleverly pressed down on his shoulder and elbow.

Han Li felt a sharp, tingling pain in his arm joints, and was involuntarily twisted backward. He was turned around half a circle by a huge force, ending up in a disheveled position with his back to the attacker and his hands tied behind his back, completely unable to move.

"It's over..." Despair washed over her like a bucket of ice water.

"Little Han, it's only been three years, but your skills have deteriorated quite a bit." A familiar voice with a hint of mockery slowly rang out from behind.

That voice... Han Li froze, and then the overwhelming despair receded like a tide.

Instead, he was overwhelmed by a powerful mix of relief and amusement, leaving him speechless for a moment. His tense body instantly relaxed.

"Li! Fei! Yu!" Han Li practically spat out these three words through gritted teeth, "Your great-father... you think it's fun to scare your Grandpa Han?! Let go! Your arm's going to break!"

His voice was filled with lingering fear, anger, and a barely perceptible sense of relief.

Li Feiyu chuckled and released his grip.

Han Li immediately rubbed his aching wrists and arms, turned around, and glared at the familiar face that had taken off its mask and was now wearing an annoying smile.

"I'm not trying to be mean," Li Feiyu said, his smile fading and his tone becoming stern, "even if I had ambushed you, you shouldn't have been so easily defeated in a single exchange. With your inner world at a minor stage of completion and your true energy circulating continuously, you should always maintain the habit of protecting your body with true energy, so that you can at least have a moment's respite when attacked."

Han Li flexed his wrists, a hint of helplessness and bitterness on his face: "Feiyu, you don't understand. The 'Burning Intent Technique' is too domineering. If I constantly maintain my true qi to protect my body, the true intent it contains will also circulate. Normally it's fine, but once I fight someone, that true intent... it's like it will turn around and affect my mind, and I often can't control my strength when I attack. Moreover, when my true qi is circulating at full power, it will conflict with my magic power, causing my spellcasting to be sluggish..."

Upon hearing this, Li Feiyu nodded thoughtfully, took out a blank jade slip, pressed it to his forehead, and handed it over after a moment: "It was my oversight. The 'Burning Ascension Technique' is an external martial art, with its own true essence. Your cultivation is insufficient, and your mind is easily corrupted. Take this 'Ice Heart Manual' and cultivate it together; it can calm your mind and suppress the backlash of true essence. Once your nine orifices are fully opened, and your inner and outer energies merge, forming your own world, you will no longer be troubled by this."

"The Ice Heart Technique? If the heart is pure as ice, one will not be alarmed even if the sky collapses..." Han Li took the jade slip, scanned it with his divine sense, and his face lit up with joy. Then, he belatedly widened his eyes, "Wait a minute! How did you end up in the Crimson Forbidden Land? And your cultivation level... you're at the twelfth level of Qi Refining? How come you're faster than me?!" His face was full of disbelief.

Li Feiyu chuckled inwardly. If he told this kid that his sister was almost at the thirteenth level, he wondered what his expression would be.

"We shouldn't stay here any longer, let's leave first." Li Feiyu called out, and the two quickly found a secluded spot on a treetop to hide.

After a brief explanation of the principle of using the "Bridge Between Heaven and Earth" to simulate the spiritual root absorbing spiritual energy, Han Li's breathing quickened and his eyes shone brightly.

Only after leaving Shenshou Valley and entering the world of cultivation did he truly understand the numerous obstacles and cold stares brought by the words "pseudo-spiritual root".

Over the past three years, he has gotten himself into a lot of trouble because of this. Although he has resolved them all with his overwhelming strength, he has also earned the infamous title of "Ghost Hand" due to the domineering and ferocious nature of the "Burning Technique". He has been unable to keep a low profile.

Now that I've heard there's a way to obtain cultivation aptitude comparable to a Heavenly Spiritual Root, how can I not be excited?

However... Li Feiyu had already passed on the technique to him, but he was still stuck at the seven orifices.

The reason for this lies in his personality. He dared not gamble his future on the narrow path of martial arts. While the scenery described by Li Feiyu was indeed magnificent, and he had also deeply experienced the wonders of the "Longevity Manual," he increasingly felt that it was a path that only a prodigy like Li Feiyu would dare to confidently tread.

Han Li seeks a safe and long life; he lacks the courage to take risks unless absolutely necessary.

"Alright, don't overthink it." Li Feiyu patted his shoulder. "Even for me, advancing to the Outer Realm is incredibly difficult. You, kid, have a treasure in your hands, making your path to immortality much brighter. At least you can see the way."

That is indeed the truth. In this world, where resources are scarce and the laws are not clearly manifest, advancing to the Outer Realm is almost impossible without special opportunities and heaven-defying techniques.

Although he created the *Longevity Manual*, which is considered top-tier among those in the Enlightenment stage of the real world, it follows a righteous and orthodox path, without any shortcuts or ruthless techniques. This is unlike his main cultivation method, *The Myriad Paths of the Cycle*, which is a heretical path "carefully" orchestrated by the Lord of the Six Paths of Reincarnation—

"The eight paths of reincarnation give rise to myriad laws; one day, one ascends to the gates of heaven."

The opening prophecy of the cultivation technique flashed through Li Feiyu's mind. Forcibly generating myriad paths from eight opposing principles to break through the outer realm gate was nothing short of defying the heavens. As for the even more treacherous "return of all paths to stillness" that followed the outer realm gate…

All I can say is that anything produced by Liudao is a "high-quality" product, and they are professionals at tormenting people.

"I understand. Martial arts hold little promise for me; for now, I must focus on the path to immortality." Han Li nodded, then asked疑惑地, "So you didn't come here to find materials for Foundation Establishment Pills? Then what are you doing in this dangerous place?"

"I came to find you."

Han Li's heart skipped a beat, and his hand instinctively went to his storage bag: "Is it... for that?"

"Look at you, so pathetic." Li Feiyu rolled her eyes at him, annoyed. "I know you treat it like your lifeblood, I'm not stealing it from you. I'm here to ask you for a few drops of 'Heavenly Creation Dew'."

As he spoke, he took out a prepared jade bottle.

"The Dew of Creation that reaches the heavens?" Han Li was taken aback.

"Is the name I chose fitting?" Li Feiyu shook the bottle.

Han Li breathed a sigh of relief, followed by a wave of guilt.

Li Feiyu knew he possessed the Ascension Token, so it was perfectly reasonable for him to come to the forbidden area to find him. He cautiously scanned his surroundings with his divine sense again, and only after confirming that no one was lurking did he carefully take out the small green bottle and pour a drop of the Heavenly Creation Dew that had accumulated inside into Li Feiyu's jade bottle.

"No matter what you want to plant, this drop is enough. Never drip it directly onto the spiritual plant; it must be dissolved in the water and soil..." Han Li carefully instructed on the key points of use.

"Understood." Li Feiyu put away the jade bottle and turned to leave.

"Aren't you coming with me?" Han Li asked in surprise.

"Nonsense, I don't care about Foundation Establishment Pills, I have other important matters to attend to." Li Feiyu paused, turned around and said, "If you're really scared, just wait here for two or three days. I'll come back and take you on a rampage after I'm done with my business."

"Get lost! Who asked you to take me!" Han Li laughed and cursed, watching Li Feiyu's figure disappear behind the twisted trees in a few leaps.

He exhaled a long breath, suppressing the brief sense of dependence he felt due to Li Feiyu's appearance.

Although he planned to wait for the fog to clear before taking action, he would never actually wait for Li Feiyu to turn around.

On the path of cultivation, one can ultimately only rely on oneself; he had long understood this principle.

……

Li Feiyu used his lightness skill, his figure as elusive as a ghost, to speed towards the center of the forbidden area.

Along the way, they caught a glimpse of two disciples dressed in the attire of the Spirit Beast Mountain.

"People from the Ghost Spirit Sect." His eyes turned slightly cold, and his speed increased rather than decreased, transforming into a blurry afterimage as he rushed forward.

Before the two disguised disciples could react, they saw a blur and Li Feiyu was already right in front of them. One of them's pupils shrank, and just as he was about to make a move, a hand silently pressed against his chest.

"puff!"

With a muffled thud, the disciple's chest caved in strangely, his heart shattered, his eyes lost their light, and he collapsed limply to the ground.

The other person turned pale with fright and, without thinking, turned and fled, surprisingly quickly.

Li Feiyu hesitated for a moment, glanced in the direction the other party had fled, and was too lazy to waste time chasing after them.

The Dew of Creation has been obtained; now, there are even more important things to do.

He moved again, continuing his stealth journey deeper into the forbidden area where the fog was thickening.

Half a day later, Li Feiyu successfully passed through the stone wall and entered the second level area.

During this time, even the spies from Spirit Beast Mountain were still hunting down disciples of the Seven Sects and causing trouble on the outskirts, and Nangong Wan was still outside collecting Blood Spirit Flowers for Yan Ruyan, so no one would bother her.

The crater basin-like terrain was easy to find, and Li Feiyu found the Qing Shi Palace in just a few hours.

He entered the hall, but instead of venturing into the underground swamp, he found a secluded corner, sat cross-legged, and lit a red candle in front of him.

"Sigh, I hope this is the last time I practice this kind of martial art."

Li Feiyu sighed silently and placed the prepared golden box aside. Then, he circulated his inner energy, formed hand seals, and after a moment, slowly closed his eyes.

The next moment, illuminated by the candlelight, his shadow suddenly stood up!