A Record of A Mortal's Journey to Immortality

Chapter 340: The Trap

“Even so, to protect Spiritual Beast Mountain, not to mention the other cultivators who sacrificed themselves, two core formation stage cultivators also died in that attack you orchestrated yourself. No matter how you look at it, this just doesn’t add up!” Han Li frowned slightly and spoke slowly, unwilling to believe it so easily.

“Without the deaths of core formation stage cultivators, how could the other six sects easily trust it? Besides, do you really think those who died were core formation stage cultivators?” the ‘quhun’ sneered coldly.

“From what you’re implying…” Han Li looked at the ‘quhun’ somewhat surprised.

“As far as I know, there are two or three secret techniques within the six demon sects of the demonic path that can forcibly boost a foundation establishment stage cultivator’s cultivation to approximately core formation level. Of course, each of these methods has huge drawbacks. Basically, a cultivator who uses them once is doomed to have their meridians severed and die, and their boosted cultivation lasts only a pitifully short time. However, that short time should be enough to deceive the other six sects’ surveillance. After all, a battle like that doesn’t require a long performance.”

Hearing this, Han Li fell silent for a moment. At this point, he was about thirty percent convinced.

It was easy to imagine that when the Seven Sects and cultivators from the other two countries were setting up their grand formation to confront the six demon sects of the demonic path, the demonic path, who had already seen through all the allied forces’ plans, would strike a betrayal at Spiritual Beast Mountain and easily tear apart the Seven Sects’ formation. Without the protection of the grand formation, the allied forces of the Seven Sects would be no match for the six demon sects.

“Even if what you say is true, the time for the final battle hasn’t arrived yet. If I hurry to deliver the news, we could still turn the tide. So why should I run away?” Han Li pondered for a while, then asked somewhat reluctantly.

“Do you really think the demonic path will only launch the final battle at the agreed time? You should know that according to the original plan, there was to be some kind of deception to confuse the enemy, striking the opponent with a time difference in the final battle. Although I don’t know the exact time, I estimate that within a few days, we will suddenly attack your main camp. After all, this is when you’re most relaxed before the battle, and your forces aren’t fully assembled. Do you think in the remaining time you can get the message to the battlefield and convince the higher-ups?” The corner of his mouth lifted mockingly.

Upon hearing this, Han Li’s expression changed, and a trace of worry crept into his heart.

If the Seven Sects were truly defeated, his days would be very difficult. He would either be hunted by the demonic path in Yue Country, forced to flee from country to country, or he would have to repair a teleportation formation to start a new cultivation life in some unfamiliar place.

“You seem to know the demonic path’s plans inside and out. Your true identity must be quite high. Don’t worry, I’m not interested in your specific identity. But I want to ask one more thing—after saying so much, do you have any evidence? You don’t expect me to completely believe you just by your words alone, do you?” Han Li thought for a moment and asked solemnly.

The cultivator from the Imperial Spirit Sect was taken aback by Han Li’s question, then smiled bitterly.

“I’m so close to death that I no longer even have my original body. What evidence do you think I could still keep? Actually, if you have some patience and wait a few more days, you should be able to hear some news about the big battle.” The cultivator said matter-of-factly.

Han Li sneered.

“No body, yet how did your primordial spirit escape? Since you weren’t killed on the spot back then, I don’t believe you didn’t take the magical artifact and other important things and keep them safe.” Han Li said coldly, his words sharply striking the ‘quhun’, whose bitter smile froze.