With the passage of time, the time patterns on the Treasure Wheel gradually dimmed, and the light on the crystalline light wall flickered more slowly, and the scenery presented gradually stabilized.

To Han Li's delight, as the crystal wall stabilized, some sounds were faintly transmitted from it, but they were intermittent and very vague, making it impossible to hear clearly.

During this period, the big-eared monk also said something, and some five-colored runes would also fly out of his mouth, turning into five-colored streamers that spiraled into the air, sometimes transforming into various strangely shaped flowers, plants, and trees, and sometimes into some alien beasts that Han Li had never seen before. In short, the phenomena were continuous and varied.

These naturally caused the five strange people around the stone platform to get up and ask questions from time to time. Eventually, after a few words from the monk, they would sit down with a look of enlightenment.

Although Han Li was itching with anticipation, he had to force himself to calm down. The original worry about the dimming of the patterns on the True Wheel was reduced by a few points, and he began to hope that those patterns would dim more quickly.

After a few more breaths, the scenery on the crystal wall finally stabilized completely and stopped flickering.

The sound coming from the crystal wall became a little louder. Although it was still somewhat unclear, some words and phrases could be distinguished.

With a flicker of his figure, Han Li flew impatiently to a place less than a foot away from the crystal wall, sat down cross-legged, pinched a hand seal, and poured all the immortal spiritual power in his body into his ears, urging a listening magical power he had learned by chance before, and listened intently.

With the blessing of the magical power, the sound coming from the crystal wall became clear.

The sound was deep, gentle, and ethereal, giving people a sense of vastness and solemnity. It was spoken in an unusually unfamiliar language.

Han Li listened slightly, and his eyes suddenly flashed with strange colors.

Although he did not understand the meaning of the words, this sound gave him an incomparably mysterious feeling, shocking his mind and making him feel as if he had understood something in an instant.

However, he could not yet know what it was.

Even so, a look of great joy appeared on his face. He seemed to hear the wonderful sounds of the Great Dao and silently memorized them in his heart.

As a result, after hearing one sentence, golden light, green light, and silver light surged in turn from Han Li's body. The various cultivation methods and magical powers in his body were stimulated by the monk's wonderful sound and automatically began to operate.

This scene shocked Han Li's mind, and he listened even more attentively.

After listening to only seven sentences, although he was still somewhat confused and did not know what they meant, he had a look of fascination on his face, just like the strange people on the crystal wall.

At this time, the various colors of light on Han Li's body became brighter and brighter. Silver arcs of electricity appeared, and a Thunder Peng phantom emerged from within.

Green light surged, buzzing and rotating, and a green giant bird phantom emerged.

Golden light flickered, and a golden giant ape pounded its chest with its fists, roaring towards the sky.

One after another, the phantoms of true spirits emerged. In the blink of an eye, all the phantoms of true spirits that Han Li had cultivated appeared, circling around his body.

The same was true for other cultivation methods.

The immortal spiritual power in his body circulated faster and faster, and gradually became vast and unstoppable.

Just as the big-eared monk spoke the eighth sentence, a strange thing that Han Li could never have imagined happened!

He only felt a tremor in his body, followed by a sense of numbness in his limbs and bones all over his body. The area of his dantian suddenly became extremely hot, a feeling that gave him an indescribable sense of comfort.

But the next moment, a clear "bang" sound came from his body.

Han Li was slightly stunned, and then a hint of joy seemed to flash in his eyes, but before he could react.

"Bang," "bang," "bang," "bang," "bang," "bang," "bang."

Another seven consecutive bursting sounds came from his body clearly.

The next moment, eight points of light emerged from his body, just like the original twelve points of light, shining together.

He had opened eight immortal apertures in one breath!

Then, he only felt that the immortal spiritual power between heaven and earth poured towards him like a thousand streams returning to the sea, forming a huge spiritual energy vortex centered on him, and the immortal spiritual power in his dantian also rose rapidly!

Han Li suddenly woke up. Seeing the situation on his body, he was overjoyed and glanced at the Mantra Treasure Wheel in mid-air.

However, more than half of the one hundred and eight time patterns on it had already been extinguished.

He took a light breath. Since he had reached this point, and there was still some time, he was naturally unwilling to give up halfway, so he continued to concentrate and listen to the ninth sentence.

After all, just listening to eight sentences had allowed him to open eight immortal apertures. This speed of cultivation gave him a dreamlike feeling.

He wondered what special things would happen when he heard the ninth or even the tenth sentence?

At the thought of this, Han Li's heart could not help but feel a little fiery.

But this time, he was not so lucky as before.

Just as the ninth sentence was halfway through, Han Li felt that the ninth immortal aperture in his body was about to move when the fat, big-eared monk suddenly stopped speaking and let out a surprised sound, raising his head and glancing in the direction of Han Li.

The five people around him also followed the sound and looked at Han Li. The yellow-robed tree man suddenly stood up, uttering a look of anger, roaring something in the same language as before, but it did not give Han Li any sense of mystery.

The other four people exchanged glances. Although their expressions were different and they did not speak, they did not look very happy.

"Not good... I've been discovered!"

Han Li's heart tightened, but before he could react, the big-eared monk suddenly moved his lips slightly, not knowing what he said.

Bang!

The crystal wall instantly shattered into countless scattered crystal lights, which quickly dissipated.

The originally torn space crack also closed instantly with a "buzz" sound.

The golden light on the Mantra Treasure Wheel suspended in mid-air flashed wildly, and the remaining time patterns made a series of cracking sounds, all dimming in an instant, and then disappearing in a flash.

Puff!

Han Li's body shook, and he spat out a mouthful of blood. His face instantly turned pale, and the immortal spiritual power in his body was in chaos, scurrying wildly in various parts of his meridians, and he was almost about to become possessed.

Alarmed, he waved his hand and took out a white medicine bottle filled with pure white pills. Regardless of how many there were, he poured them all into his mouth and swallowed them all, then immediately closed his eyes and catalyzed the medicinal power.

A series of muffled sounds continued to come from his body, and various colors of light flashed wildly on his body, colliding with each other.

For a while, green light suppressed other lights, and then golden light suppressed green light, and then silver lightning rose sharply, suddenly becoming brighter and brighter.

Han Li's face alternated between green and white, looking extremely terrifying.

However, as time passed, the rolling colors of light on his body gradually dimmed, and his face gradually returned to normal.

A full half-day passed before he slowly opened his eyes. Although his face was still pale, his aura had stabilized.

He had a look of relief on his face. Fortunately, he had reacted quickly and taken the pills to stabilize his meridians in time, otherwise he would probably have really become possessed.

Han Li took a light breath and felt the eight immortal apertures he had just opened, and his heart was overjoyed again.

Although this time was dangerous, it really allowed him to encounter a great opportunity. Just listening to the big-eared monk preach through the light wall opened eight immortal apertures.

Although the ninth immortal aperture had not been completely opened, it had already loosened. As long as he spent some time, he would definitely be able to break through.

In the previous ten years of hard cultivation, most of his mind had been focused on condensing the time patterns, and he had not been able to open new immortal apertures. This time, he opened eight almost instantly!

Since it was not due to cultivating the True Mantra Wheel Scripture, and perhaps it was also related to the fact that there were already one hundred and eight time patterns on the True Wheel, opening the immortal apertures this time did not add any additional time patterns.

Although it was gratifying that his cultivation could improve greatly, what excited Han Li the most was the eight and a half sentences of preaching by the big-eared monk.

He tasted them carefully at this moment and felt that these eight and a half sentences were increasingly profound and mysterious, seeming to be some kind of cultivation mantra.

"Just saying these few sentences can allow a True Immortal realm cultivator to directly open immortal apertures. Could it be... that this person is a Dao Ancestor?"

Han Li sat down cross-legged and muttered to himself, but then his face suddenly moved, thinking of something.

A golden light flashed on his body, and the Mantra Treasure Wheel emerged behind him.

All one hundred and eight time patterns on it were currently in a dim state, gray and dull, without the slightest bit of their former agility and mystery.

"This time can be considered a blessing in disguise. In order to eavesdrop on those true mantras, the patterns on the True Wheel are now all dimmed." Han Li sighed softly, took out a healing pill, swallowed it, and closed his eyes.

Three days and three nights later.

He opened his eyes, and the injuries in his body had all recovered, but...

Han Li looked at the Mantra Treasure Wheel. The one hundred and eight time patterns on it were still gray and showed no signs of recovery.

"How could this be?" A possibility suddenly occurred to him. Could it be that the big-eared monk's last glance had damaged the foundation of the time patterns on the Treasure Wheel?

At the thought of this, he quickly tried to activate the Slowing Divine Ability.

However, the patterns on the Treasure Wheel did not react at all, let alone release the golden ripple domain.

Han Li was a little unwilling to give up and tried to reverse the Water Wheel Divine Ability, but he still could not cast it. His face could not help but turn ugly.

The True Mantra Wheel Scripture was his main cultivation method now. If the time patterns on the Mantra Treasure Wheel were damaged, this cultivation method would be useless.

He shook his head, calmed his mind, and closed his eyes to circulate the True Mantra Wheel Scripture, sensing the time patterns on the Mantra Treasure Wheel.

After a moment, Han Li suddenly opened his eyes, a look of joy in his eyes.

Although it was very weak, he could still sense some power of time from the time patterns, and his mental connection with them had not been completely severed.

He secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Since the connection was still there, the time patterns on the Treasure Wheel should still have a chance to recover.

Han Li calmed down and continued to circulate the True Mantra Wheel Scripture, trying to restore the time patterns, while quietly comprehending the eight and a half sentences of the true mantra that he had eavesdropped on.