Half an hour ago, just as Han Li was about to break through the fourth layer of the Refining Spirit Art.

Countless miles away from the abyss where Han Li was, a towering white mountain stood. Thick white spiritual clouds floated around the mountain from its halfway point, but the peak protruded above the sea of clouds.

At the peak of the white mountain, there was a cyan platform built entirely of cyan stones. In the center of the platform was a square stone table, surrounded by four stone chairs, all of the same style, but of different colors.

At this moment, three figures were seated on three of the stone chairs.

One of them was a black-robed youth with dark skin, thin eyebrows, and narrow eyes. Two silver-white pointed horns grew on his forehead, giving him an extremely cold and stern feeling.

Another was a slender white-robed man who looked to be in his thirties or forties. He had extremely handsome features, and his flowing white hair danced in the wind, interspersed with a strand of dazzling golden hair, adding to his charm.

The last one was a red-haired and red-bearded old man, hunched over with a crimson cane in his hand, looking very old and frail.

Above the stone table in front of the three, a white water mirror floated in the void. Inside the water mirror was a swirling white glow, like a wild dragon flying and swimming in the air, emitting a soaring crystal light.

Even through the water mirror, one could sense an astonishing sight.

Below the white glow, a deep canyon could be vaguely seen, with wisps of black gas floating out of it.

"This phenomenon is not small, and the fluctuations can even be transmitted to us... This powerful divine sense fluctuation, could it be someone breaking through the Da Luo Realm in the territory of the Old Valley God?" the black-robed youth slowly said.

"If someone were to break through the Da Luo, the celestial phenomenon would definitely not be so small. It seems more like someone has achieved great success in cultivating some kind of divine soul secret technique," the white-robed man said calmly, shaking his head.

The black-robed youth frowned slightly and glanced at the white-robed man, then snorted.

"Brother Yu, what do you think?" the white-robed man didn't mind, turning his head to look at the red-haired old man and asked.

"This matter is indeed a bit strange, but since that is within the Valley Friend's sphere of influence, we shouldn't interfere according to the agreement," the red-haired old man stroked his red beard and said noncommittally.

"Today is our four-person gathering, which happens once every million years. Valley Friend has been absent several times in a row, and now this strange thing has appeared in his territory. I don't know what he means by this," the white-robed man shook his head and smiled, looking quite helpless.

"Valley Friend has always been mysterious, no need to worry about it," the red-haired old man chuckled.

"Old Valley God's affairs, Brother Liu also wants to inquire about, you're meddling quite a bit. A few days ago, a branch of Brother Liu in the Dark Star Mountain Range suddenly acted, completely occupying a territory of the Zerg there. How does Brother Liu explain this?" the black-robed youth said coldly.

"I was wondering why Brother Zuo was so targeting Liu today, so it's because of this matter. You and I have tens of thousands of descendants, spread throughout this vast wilderness of hundreds of millions of miles. They are left to fend for themselves, this is natural selection, why bother? If Brother Zuo is concerned about this matter, just send someone to take it back," the white-robed man smiled, not caring at all.

"Since that's the case, today's discussion, what needed to be said has been said. Zuo will take his leave first," the black-robed youth suddenly stood up. With a flicker of his figure, he disappeared into the void, his voice still echoing in the air.

"Brother Zuo's temper is still so great, Brother Liu, then Yu will also take his leave first. See you in a million years," the red-haired old man also stood up, waving his cane in the void.

A white mark appeared in the void on the platform, and then slowly opened to both sides, revealing a spatial passage.

The red-haired old man stepped into it calmly, and the void crack immediately closed as before.

"This kid's courage is not small, he neither advances nor retreats, but instead cultivates in place. Very well, let's see what kind of person this human big brother recognized by Le'er really is," a smile appeared on the corner of the white-robed man's mouth, and then he raised his head and waved his hand.

The white water mirror shattered with a "bang," turning into a sky full of glittering crystals, falling like rain.

In the flashing crystals, the figure of the white-robed man also disappeared from the top of the mountain.

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Han Li spent a full ten days comprehending this.

With his divine sense, which was already far superior to that of ordinary Golden Immortals, combined with the enhancement of divine sense after the great success of the fourth layer of the Refining Spirit Art, the strength of his divine sense naturally met the conditions for cultivating the fifth layer. As for his physical body, there was naturally no problem.

However, this fifth layer of cultivation was extremely obscure, with many places that seemed somewhat risky, making it difficult for him to start for the time being.

But combining the previous stimulation of the divine sense in the baleful aura environment, Han Li thought of a similar unorthodox method. If he could have a Soul-Seizing Yin Wind that was even stronger than before to assist him, perhaps there would be a possibility of continuing to improve his divine sense.

With this thought in mind, he waved his hand to put away the jade slip, stood up, and continued to fly downwards.

As a result, he frowned slightly after flying for a short while, and his frown deepened as he explored further down.

To his surprise, the Yin Wind below not only didn't increase, but instead showed a tendency to weaken.

Although the baleful aura became more and more intense, without the Soul-Seizing Yin Wind, the illusions in his mind could no longer appear.

Han Li looked disappointed, and then stopped, returning to the place where the Yin Wind was strongest. He sat down cross-legged and had to try to cultivate the fifth layer of the Refining Spirit Art in the usual way.

Half a year passed in a flash.

When Han Li opened his eyes again, his face looked a little depressed.

His progress in the past six months of tireless cultivation was still extremely slow. Not only could it not be compared with the previous rapid progress of cultivating the Refining Spirit Art using the baleful aura illusion, but it was also far inferior to the progress he had made when cultivating the fourth layer of the Refining Spirit Art before.

Han Li took a deep breath and quickly regained his composure.

This slow progress had also occurred when cultivating the first three layers, but eventually, with the passage of time and continuous comprehension and exploration, he still managed to cultivate them bit by bit. However, under the current circumstances, time was tight, and it was obviously unwise to continue cultivating.

After pondering for a while, Han Li formed a hand seal, his body trembled slightly, and then the surrounding dense baleful aura immediately swarmed towards him, instantly submerging his body.

He heard a loud bang in his ear, as if he heard countless dying screams of demons and beasts. At the same time, streams of cold and fierce aura penetrated into his body from all directions.

Han Li took a deep breath and did not use his power to resist.

Streams of dense baleful aura rushed around in his body, causing numbness and stinging pain in his flesh and meridians wherever they passed, like countless small knives stirring.

He frowned slightly, but quickly relaxed again. He took out a pill to improve his cultivation and swallowed it, then slowly circulated the Profound Fiend Nether Spirit Art.

A "whoosh" sounded.

The baleful aura accumulated in Han Li's body was completely activated, and a layer of dense, misty black light appeared on his body, flowing continuously, making people feel frightened.

The black light immediately merged with the surrounding baleful aura, and the nearby baleful aura immediately surged, vaguely forming whirlpools around his body, and the speed at which it poured into his body became even faster.

At this moment, his surroundings were submerged in black baleful aura, and his body seemed to be wearing a thick black mist coat, and a tingling sensation came from his skin.

As the Profound Fiend Nether Spirit Art continued to circulate, the streams of baleful aura in Han Li's body immediately stopped rushing around and converged in one place, forming a huge torrent of baleful aura.

He groaned, his brows furrowed, and his face became a little ugly.

Previously, the streams of baleful aura were scattered, and although they caused some pain to his body, it was not very strong. Now that these baleful auras were gathered in one place, the pain naturally叠加 as well, increasing exponentially.

Fortunately, apart from this unbearable pain, there seemed to be no other abnormalities for the time being. After enduring with great effort, he was still able to use these baleful auras to冲击 his sixty-second acupoint.

In fact, he knew very well that this was not the baleful aura he had accumulated himself after all, and it ultimately belonged to foreign objects. His body would instinctively resist it, and these foreign baleful auras would only be fiercer and more unscrupulous compared to the baleful aura he had accumulated himself.

The many cold and evil thoughts contained within it would also constantly冲击 his sea of consciousness, not minding tearing down his acupoints and completely tearing apart his sea of consciousness.

But at this moment, time was tight, and Han Li could no longer care about so much. He was planning to use the violent impact of this foreign baleful aura to quickly冲 open those Immortal Acupoints one by one.

"Not enough... Still... Not... Enough..." Han Li frowned tightly, gritted his teeth, and said word by word.

His hands formed hand seals quickly, the black light on his body shone brightly, and the speed at which the baleful aura poured in suddenly doubled, and the pain in his body also doubled at the same time.

Han Li's heart sank, and he barely endured the knife-like pain, frantically absorbing the baleful aura into his body, wave after wave of frantically冲击仙窍.

The upper part of the abyss roared loudly, and the baleful aura rolled violently. The chaotic air currents swept away the corpses of demons and beasts on the cliffs on both sides, shattering in mid-air and turning into specks of bone powder and phosphorous fire scattered around.

As time passed bit by bit, the baleful aura gathered around began to thin out, while the baleful aura凝聚 around Han Li became thicker and more solid.

In a flash, more than three months had passed.

On this day, a long roar came from the abyss.

A thousand miles deep, Han Li hung in mid-air. Below the shoulder blades on his back, a small vortex emerged, frantically attracting the heaven and earth spiritual energy swooping down from above the abyss, gurgling and pouring into his vortex, and only stopped slowly after a dozen breaths.

When the golden light phenomenon disappeared, a golden spot appeared there, which was the sixty-second Immortal Acupoint!

Han Li moved his mind and probed towards that Immortal Acupoint. He saw that in addition to凝聚 a large amount of Immortal Spiritual Power, the wisp of black baleful aura floating there was obviously much more distinct.

After all, it was still somewhat different from the Immortal Acupoint connected to the main body's baleful aura.