Uchao Ghost King, dressed as a scholar, held his hand in a claw-like gesture, with a palm-sized dark cage floating in his palm, crackling with lightning.

The thirty-six Green Bamboo Bee Cloud Swords were imprisoned within this cage, struggling and colliding wildly, but no matter how hard they tried, they couldn't break free from the cage's restraints.

"You have been very patient, finally showing yourself after half a day." Han Li didn't look at the flying swords, but instead asked.

"I had been sensing an aura that I found very repulsive but also somewhat fearful, but I couldn't determine what it was. I thought it might be on those two, but now it seems it should be on you, right? Not bad, not bad!" Uchao Ghost King glanced at Han Li and chuckled.

"Are you perhaps referring to my Evil-warding Divine Thunder? Isn't it already in your hands?" Han Li feigned surprise and asked.

"The power of this lightning is indeed troublesome... but it's not enough to make me fearful. In my cultivation, I have seen countless storms. I don't even know how many Celestial Envoys I have killed." Uchao Ghost King raised an eyebrow and said.

As soon as he said this, an anomaly occurred behind Han Li.

Behind him, the void suddenly tore open a narrow gap, and a dense black mist poured out, with countless ghostly tentacles and ferocious ghost claws suddenly reaching out, instantly blocking all of Han Li's escape routes and grabbing towards him.

Han Li didn't move, and with a "crackling" sound, countless golden electric threads surged out, as if he was covered in a golden armor.

As soon as the ghostly tentacles touched the golden electric threads, they immediately emitted bursts of black smoke and retreated.

Han Li turned around and raised his fist, smashing it towards the black mist.

The Mysterious Apertures around his body flashed with light, and a brilliant starlight suddenly bloomed on his fist, illuminating the entire black mist with a snow-white light. The dense tentacles seemed to be scorched by the starlight and retreated into the mist.

Seeing this, Uchao Ghost King smiled, using one hand to control the struggling Green Bamboo Bee Cloud Swords, and the other hand with five fingers curved into a claw, grabbing into the void.

Han Li saw that the narrow gap suddenly tore open wider, the black smoke inside spreading out like a tide. At the same time, Uchao Ghost King's figure suddenly blurred and disappeared from the spot.

The thick smoke merged into the sky, and Han Li felt the sky darken around him, as if he had entered night in an instant. The surrounding scenery disappeared, and even the sounds of the Tianshui Sect and the ten red-robed ghost generals fighting could not be heard.

He frowned and quickly activated the Refinement Art, releasing his spiritual sense to investigate.

"Oh, this is strange! You brat has Divine Thunder, and you've also cultivated the Refinement Art to a high level, but it's useless against me... In fact, I'm becoming more and more interested in you." At this moment, Uchao Ghost King's voice suddenly floated from around, sounding somewhat illusory.

"How can this be?" Han Li frowned, surprised.

Even with the power of the Refinement Art, he couldn't detect the exact location of Uchao Ghost King.

Just then, a strange fluctuation appeared in the void around Han Li, and streams of blood-red light emerged, each forming a scholar figure, all of whom were Uchao Ghost King.

Han Li's eyes narrowed as he swept across these Uchao Ghost Kings, finding that their auras were exactly the same, and even the cultivation fluctuations they released were at the Grand Luo level.

These dozens of Uchao Ghost Kings moved at the same time, scattering like celestial maidens, blocking Han Li from all directions.

Their bodies flashed with blood-red light, and they made hand seals while chanting.

As the chanting continued, clusters of blood-colored light began to emerge in the void around Han Li, each condensing into a strange shape, like patterns and characters.

After these runes appeared, they surrounded Han Li from all directions.

Each cluster of runes surged with blood-red light, condensing into a ghost head, all opening their bloody mouths and roaring silently at Han Li.

Each ghost's mouth spurted out a dark red light, wrapping around from all directions and enveloping Han Li.

Han Li suddenly felt stiff, as if all the blood in his body had suddenly solidified, and the operation of all the immortal spiritual power and star power in his body had also stopped.

At the same time, a blood wave suddenly rose in his sea of consciousness, and a scholar figure condensed from blood light walked on the waves, slowly walking towards the depths of his sea of consciousness.

Wherever he walked, the sea of consciousness was stained with blood, turning completely blood red.

Han Li was shocked. Since he had successfully cultivated the Refinement Art, when had he been so easily broken through his sea of consciousness defense and entered its depths?

His divine soul manifested in the sea of consciousness, fully activating the Refinement Art, and formed a majestic fortress wall opposite the blood shadow scholar, resisting his continuous erosion.

"Don't resist in vain. Even ordinary Grand Luo realm cultivators can't resist my Soul-Searching Technique. Why are you making things difficult for yourself? Since you're going to die anyway, why not be a happy ghost?" The blood shadow scholar said, his hoarse voice constantly echoing in Han Li's sea of consciousness.

"Uchao Ghost King, I have something I don't understand. Can you tell me so I can die knowing why?" Han Li's divine soul didn't answer directly, but instead asked.

"If it were someone else, I wouldn't bother to answer. But since your divine soul is so powerful and can help me break through my cultivation, I'll make an exception and let you die knowing why." The blood shadow scholar stopped and replied.

"Rumor has it that Uchao Ghost King has always been suppressed in the Heavenly Court Immortal Prison. Why are you here?" Han Li asked.

"I thought you would ask why your Refinement Art can't resist my Soul-Searching Technique, but you're asking this. How gossipy... Oh well, I might as well tell you. The Immortal Prison Lord back then was Immortal Tai Sui, who guarded the Immortal Prison for tens of millions of years. Later, he rebelled against the Heavenly Court for some reason. When he escaped, he lured me out with the promise of freedom and imprisoned me here." Uchao Ghost King replied with a hint of reminiscence.

"So you have had such a past. No wonder this Time Tower is full of dangers. It seems we're not treasure hunting, but throwing ourselves into a trap..." Han Li said with a bitter smile, while his hands in his sleeves were constantly making hand seals.

"You only thought you were searching for treasures in a secret realm, but little did you know that you were entering a dead place. Otherwise, why would I be willing to stay here for so many years? So even if I don't kill you, you will never escape this tower. You might as well let me help you break free, at least there's hope for reincarnation. Speaking of which, I'm still too kind. After all, I've read many years of Confucian classics, and my conscience hasn't been wiped out." Uchao Ghost King sighed and said.

"I have one more question. I wonder if your stable divine soul can withstand the Evil-warding Divine Thunder?" At this moment, Han Li suddenly smiled and asked.

As soon as he finished speaking, the entire sea of consciousness surged with golden light, and countless golden lightning bolts surged out from all directions, instantly submerging his entire sea of consciousness.

"Crack crack..."

A series of electric explosions echoed in Han Li's sea of consciousness. The blood shadow scholar was submerged by the tidal wave of lightning and disappeared in an instant. The surrounding blood-red color also receded and disappeared.

Accompanying this was a violent tremor in Han Li's sea of consciousness. Even he himself felt a tearing, sharp pain when his divine sense was struck by the Evil-warding Divine Thunder, and his divine soul was severely damaged.

"Crack crack crack"

The ghost heads surrounding him cracked and shattered.

Han Li endured the severe pain in his mind and glanced forward, seeing a golden light lit up in the center of the palm of one of the dozens of Uchao Ghost Kings.

He quickly raised his hand and waved in that direction, and a silver light lit up. Ti Hun's figure flashed out of the silver light and pounced towards that side.

After his figure rushed out, without any hesitation, the black light outside his body rapidly flowed and directly revealed his true form as a beast of punishment.

His eyes became blood-red, and his figure rapidly grew, soon transforming into a black giant ape over a hundred feet tall.

His black fur stood on end like steel needles, his head grew strange horns, his fangs were exposed, the flesh between his eyebrows split open, revealing a third blood-red demonic eye, and three black bone spurs protruded from his back, with a chilling Yin energy surrounding him.

The ghost king, whose divine sense had been severely struck by Han Li's Evil-warding Divine Thunder, was furious. He really didn't expect Han Li to have such powerful Evil-warding Divine Thunder, and even more so, he didn't expect him to release the power of the Divine Thunder in his sea of consciousness so recklessly.

He finally stabilized his divine sense, and saw his nemesis suddenly appearing in front of him, and he also felt a little flustered.

Han Li seized this opportunity, made a sword seal with both hands, and used his full strength in one move.

Only a thunderous sound exploded. The thirty-six Green Bamboo Bee Cloud Swords, which had been imprisoned by Uchao Ghost King, let out a burst of joyful sword cries and rushed out, drawing a brilliant golden light in the air and returning to Han Li's side.

Han Li looked at the flying swords beside him, whose golden light was a little dim, and quickly put them into the Profound Heaven Gourd for proper nurturing.

He glanced at Ti Hun, who was already fighting with the ghost king in the distance, and felt a blur in front of his eyes. His figure staggered, and he quickly sat down cross-legged.

"It seems the damage is more serious than I thought..."

Han Li sighed in his heart, flipped his palm, took out a pill for repairing the divine soul and swallowed it, and quickly made hand seals to adjust his breathing.

Currently, Ti Hun's strength has not fully recovered. Although he has a natural suppression ability against the Grand Luo level ghost king, the strength gap is too large, and the outcome is unpredictable.

In addition, the space they are currently in should be Uchao Ghost King's spirit domain, and the opponent has the advantage of the terrain. He must stabilize his divine soul as soon as possible to help Ti Hun, so they have a better chance of winning.

With this thought in mind, Han Li fully utilized the pill's energy, calmed his mind, and began to adjust his breathing.