A moment later, Han Li waved his hand to remove the restrictions around him and flew out impatiently, heading towards his cave residence.

"Hmm..."

Halfway there, he suddenly shook his head, feeling a heaviness in his head for no reason.

"What's going on? Could it be that I haven't fully recovered yet?"

He muttered to himself, just about to close his eyes and look inward, when he activated the Refining Spirit Art. A vast surge of spiritual consciousness churned violently within his mind, surging madly.

At that moment, he felt as if countless small knives were stirring wildly in his mind, causing excruciating pain.

The pain occurred very suddenly and was so intense that even Han Li's composed nature couldn't help but cry out in agony.

He held his head in his hands, his face instantly turning pale.

Immediately afterward, his flying body suddenly stopped, and then, like a stone, he fell from the sky, plunging straight into the sea.

The cold seawater submerged Han Li's body, but he felt nothing. The pain in his mind grew more and more intense, gradually overwhelming his mind, and his consciousness became blurred.

Unconsciously, a faint layer of blood light appeared in his eyes.

...

In a daze, Han Li subconsciously wanted to open his eyes, but everything before him seemed hazy and unclear. He seemed to hear screams and roars coming from all directions, rising and falling, sometimes near and sometimes far.

These noisy sounds entered his ears and seemed to penetrate directly into the depths of his mind, causing the blood in his whole body to boil. It felt as if there was a suppressed anger in his chest that made it almost impossible for him to breathe. Only by releasing it could he calm this long-lost sense of irritability.

His hands unconsciously danced wildly, sometimes throwing punches, sometimes chopping horizontally with his palms, as if only in this way could he quell the restlessness in his heart.

He wanted to roar, but he couldn't hear any sound. All he could hear was the increasingly loud noise. As his hands flailed, the surrounding sounds became louder and louder, but the anger in his heart seemed to find an outlet, flowing away little by little with each punch and kick.

Han Li seemed to have found a way to make himself feel better. At that moment, his mind was blank.

He didn't know how long had passed, but as the surrounding noise grew louder and louder, the anger in his heart slowly subsided. Gradually, his mouth and nose began to fill with a thick, bloody smell.

Just then, everything that had been blurred before him seemed to clear up as if the clouds had parted to reveal the sun. But the first thing that caught his eye was a field of blood red.

All around him, everything he could see was blood red.

He seemed to have fallen into an endless ocean of blood.

In addition, there were scattered bones and bloody corpses of various sizes all around him, appearing indistinctly in the still somewhat hazy blood-colored surroundings, filled with an extremely strong atmosphere of blood and slaughter.

At that moment, with a sharp pain in his mind, the blood red in front of him gradually faded, and the surrounding scenery suddenly became clear.

Han Li shook his head vigorously, as if his somewhat sluggish consciousness slowly recovered, and his mind also regained its clarity.

At that moment, he felt weak all over, and his whole body was stinging unbearably, as if he had just experienced an extremely intense battle.

But when he looked up again and scanned his surroundings, he suddenly found himself standing on an island, facing the turbulent sea.

Han Li was slightly stunned, but he felt that his memory seemed somewhat confused. He only remembered leaving the small island where he had refined the Dao Pill, and then everything was blank. He couldn't remember at all why he was here.

He took a deep breath, slowly closed his eyes, and tried to recall what had happened before. But as soon as he had this thought, a sharp pain immediately struck his mind again.

He quickly stopped thinking and gently shook his head, feeling somewhat more comfortable.

Suddenly, he seemed to have thought of something and turned to look behind him.

The island he was standing on was quite large, about a hundred miles in size, but at the moment, the island was riddled with holes and fragmented.

In the center of the island should have been a rather large mountain range, but at the moment, it was broken in the middle, and a huge lake appeared on the ground, almost running through the entire island, with seawater pouring into it.

Some of the other peaks in the mountain range had been blasted to pieces, while others had been broken in half. Some places were still emitting puffs of smoke, and the trees and vegetation on the island had been completely destroyed.

The entire island could only barely be seen in outline.

A trace of surprise flashed in Han Li's eyes.

The pain in his mind had dissipated a lot at the moment. With a thought, his vast spiritual consciousness spread out normally, expanding around him.

As a result of this scan, he was once again shocked.

Not only the island but also the seabed was riddled with holes.

The seabed, which had been relatively flat, was like it had been plowed, with huge pits punched into it.

In some places, even the earth's crust had been cracked, revealing huge fissures, with magma gushing out of the ground, but it had already solidified at the moment.

This situation was not limited to the surrounding area. Within the range of Han Li's spiritual consciousness, it seemed that there had been an extremely intense battle.

The several islands within ten thousand miles had also been destroyed, some collapsing directly into the seabed, and others becoming like the island behind him, tattered like a rag.

In some places on the seabed, and in the remains of these islands, there were many corpses of demon beasts.

Judging from the corpses, these demon beasts were not weak, and there were even many Integration stage and Mahayana stage demon beasts.

These demon beasts looked extremely miserable in death. A Mahayana stage Flood Dragon, hundreds of feet long, had even been torn into seven or eight pieces. The blood had stained a large area of the sea red, and the Flood Dragon's head was ferocious, its pupils filled with fear.

"This is..." Han Li was dumbfounded.

Just then, a golden ray of lightning descended from the sky, landing not far in front of him, and converged to reveal the figure of a middle-aged man in a yellow robe, none other than Crab Daoren.

"Crab Daoren, do you know what's going on here? What just happened?" Han Li asked, his heart stirring.

"Han Daoren, don't you remember anything at all? Everything you see was caused by your own hands," Crab Daoren said, staring at Han Li for a long time before speaking.

"I..." Han Li was stunned when he heard this, and an ominous premonition suddenly arose in his heart.

"You flew halfway when you suddenly went mad, sometimes entering the sea and sometimes leaving it, frantically destroying everything you saw. It was as if you were possessed by some inner demon, lost your mind, and no matter how I called out to you, you didn't react at all," Crab Daoren said slowly.

"I...went mad...how long did it last?" Han Li asked, startled by what he heard.

"From the moment your eyes suddenly turned blood red and you fell into the sea, to the moment you suddenly woke up, it lasted about an incense stick's time," Crab Daoren said after a moment's thought.

Han Li's face was uncertain for a while, and he fell silent.

After being reminded by Crab Daoren, his mind gradually cleared, and he recalled the events before his amnesia.

He had felt a sudden sharp pain in his mind while flying, then quickly lost consciousness, and then remembered nothing. He only remembered that his heart was filled with a desire for slaughter.

"How could this be? Why would it be like this...Could it be that I was plotted against..." Han Li muttered to himself, his eyes gradually brightening as he raised his head.

"It's the Refining Spirit Art..."

With his current cultivation, even a Gold Immortal couldn't have plotted against him so seamlessly.

Recalling the previous situation, it must have been the Refining Spirit Art.

Han Li's face was uncertain. After a slight hesitation, he slowly activated the Refining Spirit Art.

He immediately felt a piercing pain in his mind and couldn't help but groan, quickly stopping. The pain in his mind then slowly subsided.

A glint flashed in Han Li's eyes, and he suddenly realized the truth.

Clearly, all of this was caused by the Refining Spirit Art.

Thinking of this, his face darkened.

According to what the immortal He Kang had said back then, cultivating the third level of the Refining Spirit Art would protect his spiritual consciousness for thirty to forty thousand years. He had already cultivated the third level, but only a little over ten thousand years had passed. Why had his spiritual consciousness crisis appeared so quickly...?

Had He Kang lied back then? Or had something else caused the spiritual consciousness crisis to be brought forward?

Han Li slowly exhaled, his expression returning to calm.

Whatever the reason, now that the problem had arisen, the most important thing was to think of a corresponding countermeasure. If it wasn't resolved, he would probably become the kind of slaughtering monster with chaotic spiritual consciousness that they had talked about.

What happened today might just be the beginning. Fortunately, this place was remote, and the time he had been mad was short, so he hadn't attracted anyone's attention. Otherwise, the trouble would have been great.

Although things had temporarily calmed down now, he couldn't be sure when he would suddenly go mad again. During that unconscious time, his situation was clearly very dangerous. Moreover, according to the information he had initially learned, the interval and duration of this madness would probably continue to lengthen, and eventually, he might never wake up.

His eyes flickered. According to what He Kang had said before, the only way to solve this problem caused by the Refining Spirit Art was to cultivate the fourth level of the Refining Spirit Art.

When Han Li was still in the Candle Dragon Dao, he had secretly investigated the Refining Spirit Art in the Immortal World. However, at that time, he believed that the spiritual consciousness crisis would not appear for at least twenty to thirty thousand years, and he had many things to do at the time, so he had only searched slightly and hadn't been very diligent.

According to what he currently knew, there were very few records of the Refining Spirit Art in the Northern Cold Immortal Territory, and he hadn't heard of any incidents caused by the Refining Spirit Art for a long time. Therefore, the cultivation methods of the Refining Spirit Art were even less known.

Although there was a Refining Spirit Art in the Candle Dragon Dao's Transmission Hall, it was listed as a forbidden book. No one except the Dao Lord was allowed to read it, and it only contained the first three levels of the half-volume cultivation method. He naturally hadn't paid much attention to it.

Han Li frowned, his expression somewhat heavy.

Even a large sect like the Candle Dragon Dao didn't have the second half of the Refining Spirit Art. Now that he was in the Black Wind Sea Area, where could he find this secret technique?