Mortal's Journey: Immortal World

    After a moment of contemplation, Han Li flicked his wrist, and a melon-sized mass of Heavy Water squeezed out from the mouth of the True Water Pouch, enveloped by his Immortal Spiritual Power, and suspended in mid-air.

    The black water flowed ceaselessly, appearing unremarkable, but its weight was comparable to that of a mountain peak several hundred feet high.

    He closed his eyes, replaying the thoughts he had previously considered, before opening them again.

    He clenched the fingers of one hand, and a surge of silver lightning erupted from his palm, transforming into a silver electric net that coiled around his hand.

    Then, he thrust both hands forward, and the silver electric net, as if alive, spread towards the mass of Heavy Water.

    Strands of the electric net entwined around it, and the Heavy Water immediately shuddered violently, as if subjected to intense stimulation.

    Han Li quickly gathered Immortal Spiritual Power, concentrating it on the mass.

    With the influx of a large amount of Immortal Spiritual Power, the Heavy Water gradually stabilized, but the aftershocks of the vibration never ceased.

    Seeing this, Han Li pressed down with his other hand, beginning to infuse a trace of lightning power into the Heavy Water.

    Tiny sparks of electricity, like incomparably sharp knives, cut countless small fissures into the surface of the Heavy Water, penetrating into its interior.

    As a large amount of electricity entered, the Heavy Water began to slowly contract, gradually shrinking in size.

    Seeing this, Han Li couldn't help but feel a surge of joy in his heart.

    However, just as he became distracted, a "boom" resounded.

    The Heavy Water and lightning exploded simultaneously, and a strong surge of air rushed towards him, knocking him backwards and sending him tumbling into the sea with a "plop."

    When he climbed back onto the reef and saw that nearly half of the small island had been flattened and submerged in the sea, a wry smile appeared on his face.

    After slightly tidying his clothes, Han Li retrieved the True Water Pouch again, drawing out another mass of Heavy Water.

    With a "sizzle," a wisp of silver lightning reappeared.

    ...

    Before long, another loud "boom" echoed, and the island was filled with flashing electricity.

    This time, Han Li was prepared and wasn't blown away again, but his brow furrowed nonetheless.

    He swept his hand through the air, and wisps of Immortal Spiritual Power, like fine dust threads, snaked out, collecting the Heavy Water particles scattered in the air, bit by bit.

    He didn't want to waste a single bit of this hard-won Heavy Water.

    Unknowingly, three days and three nights had passed.

    On this morning, Han Li's figure suddenly soared from the island, hovering high in the sky.

    His clothes billowed in the morning breeze, his face slightly weary, but his eyes reflected the rising sun, flashing with a captivating light.

    In his palm, he held a dark, round sphere, about the size of a fist, with silvery-white patterns all over its surface, resembling lightning streaks.

    This was the Heavy Water Thunderball that Han Li had spent the last few days imitating, after countless failures.

    This Thunderball was clearly different from the Heavy Water Thunder Pearl in appearance. It was significantly larger, lacked the surrounding black mist, and had more conspicuous silver thundercloud patterns, so he named it the "Heavy Water Patterned Thunder."

    He knew that because no Law Power was involved in the condensation, the Heavy Water wasn't pure enough, so the Thunderball was larger and the lightning wasn't sealed tightly enough.

    However, this was the best he could do for now.

    He had already suffered greatly just from adjusting the ratio of Heavy Water to lightning. Because Heavy Water was extremely difficult to control, too little lightning would result in insufficient power, but too much lightning would make it unstable and prone to explosion.

    Today, he had finally managed to create one that he was relatively satisfied with, so he naturally wanted to test its power first.

    Han Li activated a wisp of Immortal Spiritual Power, channeling it into the sphere, and with a flick of his wrist, he tossed it out.

    The Heavy Water Patterned Thunder drew an arc in the air, falling towards the sea ahead.

    After flying four or five hundred feet, the silver patterns on its surface suddenly lit up, emitting a "boom."

    Immediately, a circle of incredibly violent silver arcs spread out in all directions, engulfing an area of ​​over a hundred feet.

    Han Li had already darted out a thousand feet, but his eyes never left the scene.

    Similar to the explosion of the Heavy Water Thunder Pearl, a black sun, nearly a hundred feet in size, appeared on the sea, with silver light flashing and lightning rumbling within.

    However, unlike before, the sun that appeared this time did not have the terrifying Law Power fluctuations that made him feel palpitation.

    Beneath the bursting sun, the waves shattered, the seawater evaporated, and a large pit was pressed down by a heavy pressure. The surrounding seawater surged up in towering waves, dozens of feet high, rushing in all directions.

    After a moment, although the sea was still raging, it no longer possessed the same violent and terrifying appearance as before.

    Han Li flew back to the location where the Thunderball had exploded, carefully sensing the changes in the surrounding air. He spread the fingers of both hands, releasing strands of Immortal Spiritual Power as thin as hair.

    The air in mid-air vibrated slightly, and tiny black dust, barely visible to the naked eye, began to gather in his palm under the traction of Immortal Spiritual Power.

    After a while, two fist-sized masses of black liquid congealed, which was the Heavy Water contained in the Thunderball.

    "Without the participation of Law Power, it still doesn't work. The power is less than one-tenth of the Heavy Water Thunder Pearl..." Han Li sighed slightly, muttering to himself.

    Although he said so, he was quite satisfied with the effect of the Heavy Water Patterned Thunder.

    After all, this thunder retained the "hidden until unleashed, then shockingly powerful" effect of the Heavy Water Thunder Pearl. It also looked unremarkable before release, only revealing its astonishing destructive power at the moment of explosion.

    In addition, he could pull back and recycle the Heavy Water micro-dust formed after the thunder burst, so the loss wasn't too great.

    Most importantly, unlike the Heavy Water Thunder Pearl, which could not be obtained again after use, he could continue to refine them as long as he had enough time. If he threw dozens or even hundreds of these thunders at once, their power would probably be quite terrifying.

    Just then, his brow suddenly furrowed slightly, and with a flip of his hand, a cyan mask appeared in his palm and was placed on his face.

    In the next moment, a cyan light gushed out from it, transforming into a huge cyan array disc in the void in front of him.

    With a wave surging out of the cyan light, a human-shaped phantom wearing a cyan vulture mask and wearing a wide robe appeared from it, suspended in front of Han Li.

    "Fellow Daoist contacted me, is it about the task I posted?" Han Li asked directly.

    "That's right, I have some news about it." The phantom said, its voice somewhat sharp, but it was impossible to tell whether it was male or female.

    "Just some news?" Han Li frowned.

    "Fellow Daoist is joking. Where can the things you seek, whether it is a Dao Pill recipe or a Time Law-related Cultivation Method, be easily found? How many people in the alliance inquire about these two every day, and how many can really find them?" The phantom chuckled.

    "The reward I stated in the task is for definite news. If it's just some insignificant news, then forget it." Han Li said.

    "Fellow Daoist might as well listen first, and then decide whether the news is worth the reward." The phantom smiled, speaking slowly.

    Han Li did not speak, but nodded silently.

    "I wonder if Fellow Daoist has ever heard of the Cangliu Palace, the Zhulong Dao, and the Fuling Sect?" The phantom asked.

    "The Cangliu Palace is a famous immortal cultivation sect in the Northern Cold Immortal Territory. I have heard of it. I am not very familiar with the other two sects." Han Li said slowly.

    "These three forces are all within the Northern Cold Immortal Territory. The reason why I said this is because the Time Law Cultivation Method that Fellow Daoist is interested in is inherited by all three of them." The phantom said.

    "I'm willing to hear the details." Han Li's heart stirred slightly, but his expression did not change at all.

    "Among these three, the Cangliu Palace has the largest power, the Fuling Sect is the most secretive, and the Zhulong Dao has the longest inheritance. However, they have all been studying Time Law, one of the three supreme Laws, for millions of years. As far as I know, the Fuling Sect's supreme secret book, the *Illusory Star Treasure Canon*, has the opportunity to comprehend Time Law when cultivated to a high level. The Cangliu Palace inherits a Cultivation Method called the *Water Evolution of Four Seasons*, which is also related to Time Law. As for the Zhulong Dao, it naturally also possesses such a Cultivation Method, but I am not very clear about the name of the Cultivation Method." The phantom smiled slightly and continued.

    "Do you know if these Cultivation Methods have advantages and disadvantages?" Han Li nodded thoughtfully and asked again.

    "This is also a secret of each sect, so I don't know." The phantom replied.

    "Then I wonder where these three major sects are located. Fellow Daoist should know this." Han Li raised an eyebrow.

    "Of course. The Cangliu Palace is located in the Diancang Mountains of the Shang'a Continent in the south of the Immortal Territory, the Fuling Sect is located in the Xiaotian You Realm in the north of the Immortal Territory, and the Zhulong Dao is located in the Zhongming Mountains of the Guyun Continent in the east of the Immortal Territory." The phantom replied.

    "May I ask, how can I join the Zhulong Dao?" After hearing this, Han Li was silent for a moment before asking.

    According to what he had learned in Black Wind Island over the years, the Black Wind Sea Area was in the southwest corner of the entire Northern Cold Immortal Territory. In this way, it seemed that it was relatively close to the Zhulong Dao and the Cangliu Palace.

    The primary purpose of his trip was to retrieve the Azure Bamboo Bee Cloud Swords and the Crab Daoren. According to the natal Eight Spirit Jar at the time, their location was right in the east, so the Zhulong Dao was naturally the most convenient.

    The phantom heard this, but did not answer directly, but slowly asked:

    "How do you feel now, Fellow Daoist? Is the news I provided still worth your reward?"

    "If it's just these, I can find out elsewhere if I spend some time. If Fellow Daoist doesn't have any more useful information, don't waste each other's time." Han Li said coldly.

    "Hehe, Fellow Daoist, don't underestimate the news I provided. Otherwise, even if you find the Zhulong Dao, you can only become an outer sect guest. It's a fool's dream to want to read its inner sect secrets." The phantom was not angry, and replied indifferently.