Same time.

Lingyan Mountain Range, Chuyun Peak.

In a secret room of a secluded cave, the fluorescence flickered, as bright as day.

A huge humanoid white cocoon stood in the center of the secret room, its surface covered with crystal-clear, bright white slender light threads, one connected to the other, one layer wrapped over another, overlapping to no less than a hundred layers.

Suddenly, the lower magic circle shone brightly, especially the nebula pattern located below the white cocoon, which burst out with dazzling brilliance, filling the room with misty light.

The crystal-bright light threads on the surface of the white cocoon immediately wriggled as if they had come to life. Then, countless white runes suddenly emerged on the surface, and then they quickly expanded at an incredible speed.

After a burst of expansion and contraction, the cocoon burst open.

With an earth-shattering roar, a young man with a tall stature, ordinary appearance, and bare upper body, sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed, suddenly appeared in the center of the secret room. He was surrounded by rolling white mist.

It was Han Li.

He suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes flashing with blue light, and an astonishing aura burst out from his body, blasting away the white mist surrounding him.

On his chest and abdomen, five blue light spots shone brightly, each with a strange star rune floating inside, spinning and flashing.

Beneath his skin, in his muscles and bones, there was also a faint flow of light, with starlight flashing, as if hiding thousands of stars.

After a while, as those star runes gradually disappeared, these rays of light gradually disappeared.

Han Li opened his eyes, let out a long breath, and couldn't help feeling a little excited.

After two years of hard work, he had finally succeeded in condensing the fifth Profound Aperture and cultivated the fifth level of the Minor Big Dipper Stellar Origin Skill.

This cultivation speed was more than a hundred times faster than described in the cultivation method!

What excited him the most was that the injuries to his physical body had finally completely recovered at this moment, and his divine soul had also recovered to about one-third of its peak state.

Thinking this in his heart, he flipped his palm, and a light blue spiritual herb in the shape of a ginseng appeared in his palm. He put it in his mouth and chewed it.

Feeling the gradually充盈Mana in his Dantian, Han Li couldn't help but smile bitterly.

In the past two years, through the ripening of the green liquid in the small bottle, he had accumulated a lot of Yunhe Grass of five to six hundred years old, like the one in front of him, for cultivation.

The reason for this was because it was enough for him now. Exceeding this age would only be a waste.

Even not long ago, he directly催熟 a ten-thousand-year-old one and took it, but the medicinal power exceeded the Mana of the Nascent Soul stage, and it would still dissipate on its own, with no benefit for restoring his cultivation.

Han Li shook his head, restrained his mind, closed his eyes, and casually inspected the condition of his body. He suddenly noticed that the thick fog covering his Dantian had obviously thinned a lot.

He was overjoyed and, following the golden light emanating from the Nascent Soul, quickly projected his divine sense over. He saw that the golden little man was still maintaining his original posture, looking like he was sound asleep.

Seeing this, Han Li pondered slightly, urged the power of his divine sense, and caused the Mana contained in Dantian to agitate. One fine crystal thread after another floated out of thin air, flying up and down, wrapping around the Nascent Soul.

When approaching the Nascent Soul, all the crystal threads suddenly accelerated, piercing like steel needles.

At this moment, with a loud "boom," an arc-shaped black light swept out from the Nascent Soul, instantly blocking all the crystal threads.

Han Li's body shook violently, and with a muffled groan, he felt a violent tremor in his Dantian.

His expression changed a few times, and after gritting his teeth, he urged the Refining Spirit Art fiercely.

With a "boom," the power of his divine sense instantly spread throughout his Dantian, and the number of fine crystal threads suddenly increased sharply, turning into a crystalline tidal wave, slamming hard on the arc-shaped black light.

With a "poof!"

The arc-shaped black light only flickered a few times before finally collapsing into a wisp of black smoke, dissipating into nothingness.

The crystalline tidal wave instantly submerged the golden little man, and Han Li's divine sense finally intruded into the Nascent Soul as he wished.

But the next moment, his face became extremely ugly.

Crisscrossing within the Nascent Soul were eight dark chains flashing with dim light!

These chains almost penetrated the entire Nascent Soul, some connected to the Nascent Soul's limbs, and some went straight to the Nascent Soul's head, with faint black mist lingering on them, looking extremely eerie.

What shocked him even more was that these black chains seemed to contain some unknown Law power.

Han Li frowned slightly, and with a thought, he controlled the crystal threads of his divine sense to condense into a crystalline small axe, chopping straight at a black chain.

With a "铮" sound.

The small axe's blade chopped on the chain, trembled violently, and was pushed back by a strange force, flying out upside down, disintegrating into spots of crystal light in mid-air and disappearing.

Han Li's mind shook slightly, and after a brief pause, he once again urged the magic formula.

A large amount of Mana, driven by his divine sense, turned into a puff of green smoke, condensing without dispersing, and floated toward the black chain, like strands of viscous mist attaching to it, trying to melt it.

However, the moment the green smoke touched the chain, the chain immediately began to shake rapidly, and strands of black mist suddenly increased, quickly wrapping the green smoke and swallowing it all up.

Seeing this, Han Li was still unwilling to give up, and the magic formula in his hand changed again...

At the same time, somewhere in the Immortal World.

In a vast and boundless desert, the sky was overcast and gray, and the air was filled with a pungent and choking dust smell. The surrounding wind howled furiously, like the wailing of ten thousand ghosts. The rising layers of sand blocked the entire sky.

On the horizon, dozens of yellow sand tornadoes were connected in one breath, like a yellow high wall connecting heaven and earth, rolling forward and pushing forward, becoming wider and wider and gaining momentum along the way.

However, when it rolled to about ten miles from the center of the entire desert, it suddenly collapsed and turned into dust, scattering around, as if it had crashed into a majestic mountain without encountering any obstacles.

In the center of the desert stood a magnificent hall more than ten feet high. The hall was土黄 all over, without any carvings on the outside. It looked as if it was piled up with yellow sand, and it exuded a desolate and ancient aura.

The space inside the hall was quite large, with dozens of thick square pillars distributed everywhere. The ten or so fire basins hanging on the walls on both sides emitted a green and dim light, making the entire hall look even more dim and 森阴, and outlined a solitary black wide chair in the depths.

Strangely, the outside was狂风 howled, but the inside of the hall was extremely quiet, and almost no sound could be heard.

"玱啷啷"

On the black chair, a thin middle-aged man was slightly raising a dry palm, causing the cyan-black chain wrapped around his arm to make a burst of metallic friction.

The man's cheeks were sunken, his face was dry, and a row of 森白 teeth were exposed in his half-closed mouth. He was wearing a snow-white cloak, and the exposed skin on his body was cyan-purple and black, looking like a green-faced, fanged zombie.

Upon closer inspection, under his white cloak, he was densely wrapped in thick cyan-black chains, one end of the chains extending in all directions, almost covering the entire hall.

At this time, the zombie man's originally closed eyes suddenly opened, and a strange look appeared on his cyan-black dry face.

"Someone!"

The zombie man gave a low shout, his voice hoarse and deep, as if his throat was filled with sand.

The iron chains on the ground not far in front of him suddenly squirmed, and an土黄 big bag slowly bulged from below. After a burst of twisting and blurring, it turned out to be a burly man wearing ancient bronze armor.

The man's face was dark green, and his face seemed to be covered with a layer of copper rust. He knelt on the ground and respectfully called out:

"Ancestor"

"In the past thousand years, has anyone among the disciples under my command used the隔元法链 I personally bestowed?" The zombie man asked directly in a hoarse voice.

"Reporting to Ancestor, three hundred years ago, Fang Pan, who served in the仙宫, encountered a strong enemy and once used 法链 to灭杀 his opponent. No one else has used it since," the copper-armored man replied immediately.

Hearing this, the zombie man murmured to himself, "So it was seventh brother..."

After pondering for a moment, he spoke again to the copper-armored man, "Send a message to Fang Pan, saying that the enemy he滅杀 with 法链 back then did not fall, and has now re-activated the Law power contained in 法链."

"Yes, Ancestor," the copper-armored man responded.

"Also, tell him to solve this enemy as soon as possible, otherwise, after a hundred years, I will personally take action and reclaim the Law power in 法链," the zombie man slowly closed his eyes and added expressionlessly.