Separating Magic Chains

At the same time.

At the Spirit Flame mountains, Outcloud Valley.

A bright and dazzling light sparkled as bright as day in the closed room of a remote cave.

A tall white cocoon the shape of a human was suspended in the middle of the closed room and covered with dazzling white rays. Ray after ray, layer after layer, they overlapped with at least a hundred layers.

Suddenly, the array formation under the cocoon glowed brightly. Especially the star and wind emblems under the white light, they even exploded with a glaring dazzling glow, densely flooding the room.

The bright rays of light on the surface of the white cocoon started to wriggle nonstop like they were alive and then countless white runes suddenly appeared before they grew at an incredible speed.

The cocoon started to shrink, before it suddenly exploded.

After an alarming boom, a teenager sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed and his upper body naked, suddenly appeared in the middle of the closed room.

His body was tall and wide, his countenance ordinary while his body was covered in boiling white gas.

It was Han Li.

He suddenly opened his eyes and they sparkled with a blue glow. An alarming aura suddenly exploded from him, bursting through his body.

However, there were five blue lights flashing at his chest and abdomen, a weird starry rune surfacing on each of them as they sparkled dazzlingly.

Under his skin, there seemed to be a glow flowing through his body and bones as well, sparkles appeared around it, like it was hiding a million stars.

After a while, those starry runes slowly faded as the glow slowly disappeared as well.

Han Li opened his eyes and let out a long breath as he could not help but feel excited.

After two years of tough cultivation, he finally broke through and mastered the Fifth Mysterious Orifice, successfully achieving the fifth level of the Minor Big Dipper Star Nascent Skill.

This cultivation speed was at least a hundred times faster than what the skill had said!

What he was most excited about was that his body's injuries had finally been healed completely. His soul had also recovered to a third of how he was during his peak.

Thinking about this, he turned his hand upward and a faint blue spirit herb that looked like a ginseng appeared in his hand. He then brought it to his mouth to chew on it.

Feeling his dantian slowly fill with magic, Han Li could not help but smile bitterly.

In the past two years, he used the enhancement ability of the green liquid in his small bottle to save several of the six-hundred year old Cloud Crane Grass for his cultivation use.

As for why he only saved the six-hundred year old ones, it was because they were enough for him now. If the grasses were any older, it would only be a waste on him. He even ate a ten thousand year old grass a while back. In the end, once the medicinal effect of the grass surpassed the Nascent Soul's magic, it would continue to dissipate and was absolutely useless for him in recovering his magic.

Han Li shook his head as he emptied his mind. He closed his eyes and casually looked into his body. However, he realized that the mist covering his dantian had thinned a lot.

His heart surged with happiness. Looking at the golden glow around his Nascent Soul, he hurriedly sent his consciousness in. However, he saw the little golden man still remaining in the same position, deep asleep.

Han Li hummed softly and redirected his consciousness as he pushed all of the magic he had in his dantian and many thin and sharp sticks of light appeared, before they flew and surrounded his Nascent Soul.

When the sticks of light approached his Nascent Soul, all of them suddenly sped up and attempted to pierce into his Nascent Soul like metal needles.

Right at this moment, there was a loud bang and a lone black light appeared from out of his Nascent Soul, immediately blocking all of the sticks of lights.

Han Li's body trembled crazily. With a heavy hum, all he felt was his dantian emptying crazily.

His expression changed a little. He gritted his teeth before he hurriedly used the Soul Tempering Skill.

Another pang sounded, as his consciousness spread across his dantian. The number of sticks of light suddenly increased drastically, becoming a large wave of light as they crashed against the lone black light ruthlessly.

Pft!

The lone black light merely glowed several times before it could not take it anymore and dissipated into black smoke and then into nothing.

The sticks of light instantly flooded the golden little man and Han Li's consciousness finally entered his Nascent Soul like he wished.

However, in the next second, his expression turned extremely ugly.

In his Nascent Soul, there were eight overlapping pitch black chains that sparkled darkly!

The chains seemed to penetrate his entire Nascent Soul. Some penetrated through his Nascent Soul's limbs, while some even penetrated the head of his Nascent Soul. There was faint and ominous black smoke circling around the chains, looking extremely scary.

What was even more shocking was that there seemed to be some kind of unknown magic on those black chains.

Han Li furrowed his eyebrows. He redirected his attention and morphed his consciousness lights into a small sparkling axe. The axe then hacked towards one of the black chains.

Clang!

The small axe trembled tremendously after it hit the chain, before it was pushed away by a weird force and flew backwards before it dissipated into small lights in the air and disappeared.

Han Li's heart trembled with shock and he rested a little before he tried again.

Under the manipulation of his consciousness, a large amount of magic morphed into a green smoke and floated towards the black chain without breaking apart, like a sticky smoke that attached to it, attempting to melt it.

However, the moment the green smoke touched the chain, the chain started to tremble crazily. The black mist suddenly grew and quickly surrounded the green smoke and swallowed it.

Seeing this, Han Li did not want to give up, so he changed his hand gesture once more…

At the same time, someone in the Immortal World.

In a vast and endless desert, the skies were dark and gray. There was a pungent musty smell floating in the air, the wind howled crazily all around like a million ghosts crying. Sand storms blew wave after wave and blotted out the sun. More than a dozen yellowish tornadoes converged together, like it was forming a yellow wall from the floor to the sky. It moved forward, becoming wider as it rolled forward and grew in size.

However, when the sandstorm rolled onto about ten miles away from the center of the entire desert, it did not hit anything, but it acted as if it hit a giant mountain. The sandstorm slowly dissipated into dust and instantly collapsed onto the floor.

A tall and grand sanctuary suddenly appeared in the center of the desert. The yellow sanctuary had no exterior decorations and it looked like it was made from sand, as it exuded a simple and haggard aura.

The sanctuary was very big, with dozens of thick squarish pillars spread inside. The walls on both sides had dozens of fire basins hung on it and the basins exuded an oily-green glow that only served to make the entire sanctuary appear even darker. It perfectly highlighted the lone wide chair placed at the end of the sanctuary.

What was weird was that even though the crazy wind was howling outside, it was extremely quiet inside the sanctuary and one could barely hear anything.

"Clang!"

There was a thin middle-aged man sitting on that black chair. He raised one of his skeletal hands slightly and caused the greenish-black chain wrapped around his hand to clatter.

This person's face was sunken in and his face looked extremely malnourished. His half-opened mouth exposed a row of white teeth, while he wore a white cloak. The skin he exposed was green and purplish, making him look like a greenish zombie with fangs.

On closer inspection, under the person's white cloak, there were actually several greenish-black chains the size of an arm. The chains spread out in all directions, as if covering the entire sanctuary.

At this time, the zombie-like man's originally shut eyes suddenly opened and a weird expression appeared on his pale and skeletal face.

"Someone come!"

The zombie-like man shouted, his voice hoarse and low like his throat was filled with sand as well.

The chains not too far from him instantly clattered and a muddy yellow big bag slowly puffed up from the bottom. With a distortion, it actually materialized into the image of a devilish-looking man wearing an ancient green copper armor.

That man's face was dark green, like a layer of copper had grown over his face as well. The man knelt down on the floor and said with great respect.

"Patriarch."

"In the recent millennium, were there any of my disciples that dared to use the Separating Magic Chains I personally gave them?" the zombie-like man asked directly with his hoarse voice.

"Replying to Patriarch, Lord Fang Pan, who works in the Immortal Palace, met a strong opponent three hundred years ago and used the magic chains once to exterminate the opponent. No one else used them," the copper-armored man immediately replied.

Hearing this, the zombie-like man muttered to himself, "So it's Number Seven…"

After some thinking, he spoke to the copper-armored man, "Send a message to Fang Pan and tell him that the enemy he used the magic chains against back then didn't fall. He has activated the magic in the chains again just now."

"Yes, Patriarch," the copper-armored man replied.

The zombie-like man slowly closed his eyes, adding with a stern expression, "Also, tell him to exterminate this enemy as soon as possible. If not, I will do it personally in a hundred years and take back the magic in the chains."