I'll make you the furnace and the cauldron, so you can refine Yin and Yang and prove the Great

Han Yan leaned against the broken wall, her chest heaving violently. Her cold and beautiful face appeared exceptionally pale against the backdrop of the black mist, her lips devoid of color.

"I was on a sect mission, hunting down a traitor. That traitor escaped into the territory of the Hehuan Sect, and I chased after him all the way here, but I didn't expect to fall into an ambush." ​​She gritted her teeth, hatred flashing in her eyes, "Wu Zhanlong personally took action, and I was no match for him."

She paused, then lowered her voice further: "He gave me a Spirit-Locking Pill. Now ninety percent of my spiritual power is sealed, making me almost like a mortal."

Li Hanshan frowned. The Spirit-Locking Pill was a pill specifically designed to seal a cultivator's spiritual power; if refined by a Golden Core cultivator, its potency was even more potent. No wonder Han Yan's expression was so grim when she activated that third-tier spirit talisman. That was her last trump card, hidden in her palm beforehand; just activating it drained her remaining spiritual power.

Han Yan raised her head and stared at Li Hanshan. Her gaze held scrutiny, as well as a hint of weakness that was hard to conceal.

"And you? What do you plan to do with me?"

She asked directly. In this dead land surrounded by millions of vengeful spirits, neither of them might survive. Moreover, she was a burden whose spiritual power was sealed.

Li Hanshan did not answer. Because the shrill cries of ghosts could already be heard in the distance.

From within the black mist, a dozen or so ghostly spirits, sensing the presence of living beings, surged toward this place. Their souls were twisted and grotesque, with eerie green flames flickering in their eye sockets. The three leading ones exuded an aura that clearly indicated they were at the Foundation Establishment stage.

Han Yan clenched her fists instinctively, only to find that she didn't even have the strength to stand up.

Li Hanshan raised his hand.

A flash of black light appeared within the soul banner, and Xiao An darted out. She formed hand seals, and the Yin energy around her transformed into three jet-black spears, which shot out. Before the three Foundation Establishment stage Yin souls could react, they were pierced by the Netherworld Spears, their souls trembling violently before transforming into three strands of pure soul power, which were absorbed into Xiao An's body.

The remaining low-level Yin spirits were even more vulnerable. Xiao An merely glanced at them coldly, and those Yin spirits dissipated like snow melting in hot water, transforming into the most primordial Yin energy, which merged into her soul.

Xiao An's aura solidified slightly. Although she was still some distance from the eighth level of Foundation Establishment, every ghost in this ghostly realm was nourishment for her.

Han Yan's pupils contracted slightly.

She had only been focused on escaping, and only now did she realize that Xiao An was such a powerful ghost.

"He's a remnant of the underworld!? No... he doesn't seem like it."

Han Yan had a lot of guesses in her mind, but she remained calm on the surface.

Even if Li Hanshan really is a remnant of the underworld, wouldn't she be courting death by saying it now?

Moreover, the Yin-Yang Sect's Yin-Yang spirits have also been captured by other demonic sects, and some have even used them as trump cards.

At this moment, Xiao An's expression changed, and he suddenly turned around to look at the black mist behind him.

"Senior, they're catching up! Two Golden Core cultivators and one Foundation Establishment cultivator!"

Qin Muyue, Wu Zhanlong, Wu Tianxiong.

Han Yan struggled to stand up, but Li Hanshan grabbed her and carried her on his shoulder.

"Walk!"

Xiao An led the way, with Li Hanshan carrying Han Yan close behind. The three of them swiftly traversed the black mist, while three auras drew ever closer behind them.

Qin Muyue's voice came from behind, lazy yet with a hint of amusement: "Old man, you think you can escape by hiding here? This ghostly realm is more familiar to me than you are."

Her voice wasn't loud, but it clearly pierced through the layers of black mist, as if it were right next to my ear.

Li Hanshan ignored the warnings and pushed his Fire Release Technique to its limit, following Xiao An as they plunged deeper into the depths.

Behind him, Wu Zhanlong frowned as he surveyed the dense swarm of Yin spirits around him. He casually swatted away a few low-level Yin spirits that pounced at him, and said in a deep voice, "This kid can run fast. He's at the seventh level of Foundation Establishment, and he even has a late-stage Foundation Establishment Yin spirit protecting him. No wonder he was able to get through the outer perimeter in such a short time."

He snorted coldly: "But where can he escape to? The deeper we go, the stronger the Yin spirits become. When he encounters a Yin spirit at the Golden Core stage, he'll become our meal without us even lifting a finger."

Wu Tianxiong followed behind his father, his eyes filled with resentment: "Father, when we catch that old bastard, I'll skin him alive with my own hands!"

Qin Muyue remained silent.

However, at this moment, her interest in Li Hanshan had reached its peak.

The level of cultivation that Li Hanshan revealed this time was far beyond her expectations.

Seven layers of foundation!

This is the late stage of Foundation Establishment.

A centenarian who joined the Hehuan Sect a little over a year ago has already reached the late Foundation Establishment stage so quickly. There must be many secrets about this old man.

Once she catches him, his secret will be hers.

In front.

Xiao An suddenly stopped.

Before her stretched a dense swarm of wraiths. Thousands upon thousands of wraiths gathered in the ruins ahead, including at least a hundred Foundation Establishment stage cultivators. Sensing the presence of living beings, they all turned their heads, countless pairs of eerie green will-o'-the-wisps lighting up in the darkness, like countless eyes opening in hell.

Han Yan leaned on Li Hanshan's shoulder, looking at the sea of ​​ghosts, her face turning even paler.

So many ghosts.

If she still possessed her strength, she might have been able to put up a fight. But now that her spiritual power is sealed, she's practically useless. In this situation, anyone would discard this burden.

She gritted her teeth, about to speak.

Li Hanshan, however, had already made his move.

"Xiao An, clear the way!"

Xiao An formed hand seals, his body surging with Yin energy, and the Netherworld Spear poured forward like a torrential rain.

Li Hanshan carried Hanyan on his shoulder, made a hand seal with his right hand, and pure Yang fire condensed at his fingertips. Wherever the golden flames passed, low-level Yin spirits were killed one after another.

The two of them, one in front and one behind, forcefully tore a hole in that sea of ​​ghosts.

Han Yan rested on his shoulder, feeling the whistling wind and the mournful cries of the ghosts in her ears. Her lips moved, but she did not speak.

She simply looked at his sharply defined jawline, a complex emotion flashing in her eyes.