A Record of a Mortal s Journey to Immortality - Chapter 1112

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Chapter 1112: Volume 6 Spirit Treasures Chapter 1108: Seizing the Treasure Chapter 1112: Volume 6 Spirit Treasures Chapter 1108: Seizing the Treasure At this moment, the grey-robed monk’s face turned noticeably ugly.

The complexity of this Sword Array had far surpassed their expectations.

Han Li, noticing that the pair below hadn’t truly revealed any signs of panic despite their drastic change in expression, had a hint of thought flicker in his eyes and couldn’t help but twitch the corner of his eye slightly.

It was then the elderly women took out several other treasures in an attempt to ward off the approaching sword threads.

Han Li’s expression shifted.

The Humanoid Puppet that had been standing behind him suddenly emitted a faint glimmer and disappeared into thin air.

Moments later, the gold chains of the Sword Array were now only about twenty or so yards away from the two individuals in the middle.

Forced into a corner, the old crones and the grey-robed monk even began to self-destruct their ancient treasures.

Although they managed to temporarily stall those gold chains, they still couldn’t stop their relentless advance.

“It’s no use; this Sword Array is too bizarre.

Common treasures won’t break it, quick use that thing.

Only the power of that item can shatter the Sword Array!” Seeing the gold chains drawing closer, the old crone finally showed a look of terror on her face and abruptly turned her head, anxiously speaking to the grey-robed monk.

“Using that item can indeed break the Sword Array, but how will we deal with Han Li afterward!” The grey-robed monk hesitated.

“We can’t afford such concerns right now.

Breaking the Sword Array gives us a glimmer of hope.

Otherwise, once the Sword Array closes in, we’re dead for sure, and keeping this item will be just as useless,” said the old crone, without a second thought.

Upon hearing this, the grey-robed monk’s muscles twitched, and seeing the gold chains close in a few more yards in just a brief moment, he finally gritted his teeth and nodded.

He immediately slapped his storage pouch, and a peculiar object appeared in the palm of his hand.

It turned out to be a fist-sized Crimson Sphere, red and blurry, making it impossible to determine what it was.

But the surface of the sphere had a golden and silver restriction talisman attached to it, and with one hand supporting the item, the grey-robed monk wore an extremely cautious and solemn expression.

“Mo Jiu, act quickly!

If we use this item from too close, we’ll get caught up in it as well,” urged the old crone sharply, noting the Sword Array’s gold chains were now merely a dozen yards away.

With a sigh, the grey-robed monk raised his hand to remove the talisman on the Crimson Sphere, evidently about to employ its power.

But at this moment, a faint silver flash appeared behind the grey-robed monk, and a shadow emerged from the void, moving as silently as a specter, undetected by the monk.

The old crone across from the monk caught sight of this anomaly and immediately shrieked in alarm.

“Watch out, behind you!” As she vocally warned him, she also swept her sleeve, and a shimmering yellow ray shot fiercely towards that shadow.

The grey-robed monk, upon hearing the old crone’s warning, instinctively tensed, his body flickering as he tried to shoot away immediately, and the arm holding the sphere subconsciously drew back, attempting to store the sphere inside his robe.

However, he was slightly too late.

The Humanoid Puppet that appeared behind him possessed the divine skills of late Nascent Soul cultivators.

With a single motion, one hand pierced directly towards the grey-robed monk’s back, while the other hand reached for the Crimson Sphere.

The movement was as fast as lightning – incredibly quick.

A muffled grunt, and the monk stumbled.

As the Humanoid Puppet’s silver hand, which was aimed at his vitals, easily parted the protective light, a black-feathered bird illusion materialized on the monk’s back in a flash.

Even though the puppet’s hand, shining with silver brilliance, effortlessly sliced through the illusionary bird, its action was inevitably delayed for a moment, allowing the monk to dodge the most critical hit, but a long cut was still made on his shoulder with fresh blood flowing out.

Meanwhile, the other hand that was about to seize the Crimson Sphere almost got hold of it when the sphere suddenly shot away from the monk’s hand toward the old crone.

The old crone’s yellow ray had reached the front of the Humanoid Puppet, which turned out to be a brilliantly glowing Yellow Fine Needle.

The puppet’s eyes shone with purple brilliance, not dodging in the slightest.

Its arm, reaching for the Crimson Sphere, trembled sharply and then, with a “crack,” the arm detached from its body, chased the sphere in a flash, caught it, and then swung back in a swift arc.

Almost at the same time, the Yellow Fine Needle struck the Humanoid Puppet’s head, causing a muted explosion and yellow light to flicker.

“No good!” “Ah!” An alarmed shout and a cry of joy erupted simultaneously from the monk and the old crone.

This reaction wasn’t due to differing thoughts, but because the monk saw the Crimson Sphere taken by someone else, naturally filling him with alarm and fury, while the distant old crone saw her lifelong treasure, a talisman refined over hundreds of years, striking the opponent directly at a critical spot without the opponent showing any defense and couldn’t help but feel ecstatic.

The Humanoid Puppet staggered several steps backward before barely stabilizing its form and stood up straight again, coldly looking towards the old crone.

At its temple, there was now a hole the size of a thumb, but soon, a flash of silver light glossed over it and it returned to normal without a trace of a scar left.

This scene left the old crone dumbfounded, but she soon sensed something and suddenly let out a piercing scream: “The Yellow Plum Needle, what have you done to my Yellow Plum Needle?” The expressionless hand of the Humanoid Puppet slowly lifted, and in the palm, the Yellow Fine Needle was trembling violently, desperately trying to escape from the grip, but it was enveloped in a flash of brilliance, unable to break free.

Upon seeing this, the old crone’s complexion turned deathly pale.

She moved her lips, about to say something, when the Humanoid Puppet suddenly rubbed its hands together, emitting a blinding silver light.

The Yellow Fine Needle instantly dimmed, losing much of its spirit.

Her mind linking with it, the old crone let out a loud cry and spat out several mouthfuls of blood essence, her Qi greatly damaged in an instant.

The grey-robed monk’s face turned ashen.

Ignoring the wound on his back, he suddenly raised his hands.

Countless fist-sized clusters of silver light surged out from his hands, faintly accompanied by the sound of wind and thunder.

It was unclear what treasure this was, but the momentum was startling.

But Han Li, hovering in the sky, witnessed this and let out a cold, mocking laugh.

With a thought, The Humanoid Puppet, expressionless, made a pinch gesture with both hands.

Silver light erupted all around it and then, as the light converged, it disappeared into thin air without a trace.

All those clusters of silver light naturally struck empty space, with absolutely no effect.

The monk and the old crone exchanged a glance and saw the color of despair in each other’s eyes.

At this moment, the golden threads were only seven or eight zhang away from the two of them.

Even with heavenly skill, escape was now impossible for them.

Han Li floated in the air above, hands clasped behind his back, watching the scene below with a somewhat indifferent gaze.

The Aureate Sword Formation finally closed completely.

Countless golden threads ultimately formed into a giant golden sphere, and a rumbling explosion resounded within.

The sphere shuddered and trembled, immediately followed by the old woman and the monk’s screams of agony.

Through the Brightsight Water, he saw the bodies of the two mid Nascent Soul stage cultivators shredded into pieces in an instant.

Although their Nascent Souls in their flesh bodies struggled for a moment longer, under the persistent lashing of the golden threads, they too ultimately dissolved into specks of green light and disappeared from the world without a trace.

As for their storage pouches and the treasures they wielded, not a single one remained.

All were obliterated by the might of the Sword Array, leaving only two small clumps of Extreme Cold Flame in yellow and green, floating gently in the air.

Heaving a light sigh, Han Li’s expression eased, but it revealed a hint of loneliness.

After a moment of silent contemplation, a silver light flashed beside him, and the Humanoid Puppet appeared soundlessly, reaching out to deliver the snatched Crimson Sphere to Han Li’s vision.

Without a word, Han Li stretched out his hand to receive it and began to carefully examine the object.

Upon closer inspection, this sphere was semi-transparent.

Inside, a dazzling red flame tossed and tumbled.

Looking closely, a miniature Firebird was circling and dancing, lifelike and wondrous.

Around the Firebird, runes of various colors flickered, each looking like some unrecognizable ancient script.

Even with Han Li’s extensive knowledge of ancient texts, he could not determine these runes’ origins.

It seemed to be a whole new type of ancient text!

Han Li observed it for a long time, his eyebrows slightly furrowed.

Given that these two had produced this object at the last moment, it must have been no ordinary treasure, deemed by them as their ultimate weapon.

Yet while the sphere indeed appeared mystical, and seemed to contain a good amount of fire elemental Spiritual Power, the idea that such power could destroy his Aureate Sword Formation was laughable.

It seemed the true might of this object lay in those runes.

But since he could not identify any of the ancient texts, he naturally could not even begin to comprehend them.

Now was not the time for him to study this item in detail.

Han Li pondered for a moment and took out several restriction talismans from his storage pouch, affixing them to the sphere.

Then he brought out a wooden box that seemed neither gold nor wood and carefully stored the sphere away for later use.

At that moment, Han Li raised his head to look in the direction of the Qilin Illusion.

In just the short span of time, its size had shrunk by a circle.

Yet, the Fire Raven floating within it seemed extraordinarily vigorous, having grown by about one-third in size.

Seeing this, Han Li stroked his chin, his eyes reflecting contemplation.

He did not rush to retrieve this strand of Innate True Fire but instead pinched his fingers together and began to utter a spell incantation.

Suddenly, over a hundred beams of golden light materialized from the void below, and with a tremble, the majority dispersed and vanished, leaving only thirty-six small golden swords remaining.

Han Li casually flicked his robe sleeve, and the swords turned into streaks of golden rainbows that flew into his sleeve.

Then, his gaze shifted back to the two small clumps of Celestial Ice Flame still lying where they were.

These two clumps of Celestial Ice Flame lay motionless below, emitting a faint luminescence, looking quite unimpressive.

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