Han Li retracted his gaze, a thought flashing in his mind.

Judging from the appearance of Feng Qingyuan and the other two, they didn't seem to perceive the fluctuation of the Time Law coming from ahead?

If the three were acting, it was too convincing; he couldn't see any flaws at all.

"It seems there are more buildings ahead, but we didn't carefully search the palace we just passed through. What do you all plan to do now? Move forward, or return to the palace to continue exploring?" The burly man, Ren Hao, looked at the other three and asked.

Han Li and the others didn't speak, but their gazes were all directed forward.

"Hehe, it seems great minds think alike. In that case, let's continue forward." Ren Hao chuckled.

Then, they simultaneously stepped forward, walking side by side.

Although this white jade road was quite wide, it wasn't long for them, and they soon reached the end.

This was a plaza located at the summit of the mountain, about a thousand zhang in size. The ground was paved with white jade bricks. In the center of the plaza stood a black-blue stone statue over a hundred zhang tall, once again the large-headed child.

This statue hadn't been damaged, standing silently here, as if it had endured countless ages.

The four glanced at the statue and quickly shifted their gaze to the front of the plaza.

Five smaller white jade roads extended from here, each winding in a different direction and disappearing into the white mist ahead.

Next to each road stood a blue jade tablet, taller than a person, on which were written five place names: Disciple Plain, Three Waters Pagoda, Five Spirits Pavilion, Heaven Bearing Hall, and Sky Herb Valley.

Seeing this scene, the expressions on the four people's faces varied.

Han Li looked at these five place names, his eyes flashing slightly.

Judging from the names, Disciple Plain and Sky Herb Valley were easy to guess. They should be the disciple residences and the storage place for spiritual herbs and pills of the Water Reflection Palace lineage of the Mantra Gate. However, the three place names—Three Waters Pagoda, Five Spirits Pavilion, and Heaven Bearing Hall—were somewhat vague, making it difficult to guess the specific details.

Ren Hao, Feng Qingyuan, and Feng Lin also scrutinized the five roads, their expressions changing.

"The road ahead splits. It seems we must separate and proceed individually. I wonder which road you all want to choose?" Ren Hao said after calming his mind.

Han Li's gaze turned towards the second road, marked with the Three Waters Pagoda.

He could sense that the fluctuation of the Time Law was coming from there.

Just as he was about to speak, Ren Hao suddenly said, "I'll choose this road. I cultivate Water-attributed arts, so I'll go to this Three Waters Pagoda."

Han Li's eyelids twitched slightly upon hearing this, but he quickly recovered.

"This concubine wants to go to this Sky Herb Valley to see if I can gather some useful spiritual herbs," Feng Lin said casually, smoothing her falling hair.

"In that case, I'll choose this Heaven Bearing Hall. The name is good, and I hope to gain something." As Feng Qingyuan spoke, he had already walked to the fourth road.

Han Li didn't speak, silently walking to the third road, which read Five Spirits Pavilion.

"Since everyone has chosen their paths, then we'll separate again. I wish us all fruitful harvests," Ren Hao laughed heartily, stepped onto the second road, and strode forward, his figure quickly disappearing into the mist ahead.

Han Li and the other three also stepped onto their chosen paths, their figures quickly disappearing.

The white jade plaza quickly became silent.

A moment later, a cyan shadow shot back from the third road and landed on the plaza, revealing Han Li's figure.

He glanced left and right, tapped his foot, and his entire person transformed into a blurred cyan shadow again, silently darting towards the road marked "Three Waters Pagoda."

Not long after Han Li's figure disappeared, a figure appeared on the fourth road, none other than Feng Qingyuan.

Without the slightest hesitation, he also stepped onto the second road, his figure quickly disappearing.

Just as Feng Qingyuan's figure disappeared, a purple shadow flashed, and Feng Lin's figure also appeared on the white jade plaza.

Her beautiful eyes flickered, and she also stepped onto the second road.

Han Li concealed all his aura and continued along the road inward. Soon, the terrain ahead became open, and a huge three-story pagoda-shaped palace appeared about a thousand zhang in front of him.

The bottommost floor was octagonal, made of huge square green bricks, with tiny runes carved on them. A huge archway, three zhang high, faced him directly.

Han Li scanned around, not finding any trace of Ren Hao, nor any other anomalies. His figure flashed a few times, and he rushed forward.

Arriving near the archway, he found that the dark palace doors were open inward. The eyes of the two ring-holding beasts on the door were broken, seemingly the traces left after the original restrictions were destroyed.

He didn't rush into the palace but stood at the door and peered inside for a while. He only saw a layer of faint mist permeating inside, seeming light and weightless, yet obscuring the view inside.

Han Li pondered slightly, lifted his foot, and stepped into the palace.

As soon as he entered the main hall, his brows furrowed slightly. He felt that the surrounding blue mist suddenly became several times thicker, and a choking odor began to fill the air.

Immediately afterward, a burning hot sensation came from under his feet.

Han Li looked down and was immediately shocked.

Without him realizing it, his feet had turned into a sea of ​​scarlet fire. The scorching flames had just ignited his boots and robe, and thick black smoke began to rise. The pungent smell came from this.

"Another illusion..." Han Li frowned slightly, and with a thought, the Divine Refinement Technique began to circulate silently.

In the next moment, a gust of clear wind seemed to sweep through his sea of ​​consciousness, immediately restoring clarity and clarity.

At the same time, the flames on his body quickly converged and retreated. The flames quickly shrank, and eventually all turned into specks of light and dissipated, leaving only the room filled with blue smoke, still condensed and not scattered.

A purple light flashed in Han Li's eyes, and he used the Nine Nether Devil Eyes to scan around quickly.

The inner chamber of the main hall, which was originally obscured by blue smoke, immediately appeared unobstructed before his eyes.

Within the empty main hall, everything was riddled with holes, with collapsed stone pillars and wooden blocks everywhere. The ground was pitted and covered in black patches, all dried and solidified blood.

A layer of dried corpses almost covered the entire main hall, each with a terrifying death and miserable appearance.

Judging from some of the not-yet-completely-corroded robes, among these people were corpses of Mantra Gate disciples and skeletons of Heavenly Court people, obviously having experienced an extremely tragic fight.

In addition, mixed in with these densely stacked corpses were many blue humanoid puppets, basically all broken into pieces, with no spiritual energy left.

The palace still had layers of partition walls. Han Li followed the layout of the palace and searched inward. He saw that the walls along the way were scarred, covered with black blood and broken bones, and huge cracks that penetrated deep into the walls were shocking.

In the deepest main hall, Han Li saw a huge white jade staircase, winding up to the second floor of the palace.

A wide-bladed giant sword was still inserted on the steps, but the surface was severely corroded and was no different from ordinary iron.

Around the giant sword, layers of corpses were also scattered, piled up to a height of about ten feet.

Han Li's eyes narrowed slightly. After searching the main hall while stepping on the corpses, he didn't find anything useful, so he hurried towards the staircase.

His figure was like a ghost, passing over the corpses without making the slightest sound.

Arriving at the staircase, he jumped lightly, tapped the hilt of the wide-bladed giant sword with his toes, and with a flash of his figure, he arrived on the second floor of the palace.

As soon as he entered the second floor of the palace, Han Li immediately felt a bone-chilling cold invade. The immortal spiritual power in his body automatically circulated to resist this icy feeling.

He looked around and felt as if he had entered a completely new extremely cold space.

Before his eyes, the ground was covered with a thick layer of blue ice crystals, the stone pillars were wrapped in a thick layer of ice crystals, and the walls and window frames were completely covered with ice crystals. Even countless ice cones hung upside down from the top of his head.

Everywhere was ice-blue, giving Han Li the illusion that the second floor space seemed larger than the first floor. In fact, the second floor had fewer partition walls than the first floor, making it appear more spacious.

However, like the first floor, countless corpses of Mantra Gate disciples and Heavenly Court people were lying horizontally and vertically on the ground on the second floor, each with the same miserable death. However, the corpses here seemed to have been more cultivated before their deaths. There was still a bit of spiritual light remaining on the corpses, and most of their faces were not completely decayed.

In addition, in some areas against the wall, Han Li also saw the corpses of many giant demon beasts, but almost all of them were severely damaged, with shattered heads and scattered bones, making it difficult to recognize what the original demon was.

The baleful aura condensed around the corpses here, whether human or demon beast, far exceeded that on the first floor.

Han Li walked slowly in the main hall on the second floor, walking past the corpses expressionlessly, and walked towards the huge staircase that was frozen in the deepest part.

After walking dozens of feet, his expression suddenly changed, and he looked down at his feet.

The smooth, mirror-like ice crystal ground was empty, only reflecting his figure in it.

"I clearly sensed a strange aura just now..." A look of doubt appeared on Han Li's face.

Just then, his eyebrows suddenly twitched. He suddenly discovered that the reflection in the ice crystal under him suddenly grinned at the corner of his mouth, revealing an extremely strange smile that was far beyond the normal range.

Almost at the same time, his palm twisted, and a Green Bamboo Bee Cloud Sword was already in his hand. The sword's edge pointed directly at the reflection under him, and the sword energy surged three points, stabbing down heavily.

However, the reflection under him slid forward like a swimming fish. The seemingly illusory body dodged the sword's edge of the Green Bamboo Bee Cloud Sword, and suddenly rushed out of the ice in front of Han Li. The body changed from virtual to real, with his hands together, stabbing straight towards Han Li's chest.