Published: August 28, 2025
Chapter 438: Ghost Mist Remains
Although Han Li practiced the path to becoming an immortal, he had absolutely no belief in the notion of the mandate of heaven.
To him, cultivating to become an immortal was merely a means to pursue eternal life.
Even if a real immortal appeared before him, while he would immediately feel a deep reverence, sincerely submitting and obeying without question was something he probably could never do.
Zi Ling and Bamboo Hat were momentarily stunned by Han Li’s blunt words, then showed a hint of awkwardness.
In truth, it wasn’t only Han Li who thought this way; most cultivators regarded the “wailing soul” matter as nothing more than a legend. It’s just that, generally speaking, no one was as direct about it as Han Li.
After all, topics about the mandate of heaven and the heavenly dao were still somewhat taboo.
At this moment, the man in the black robe, accompanied by the “wailing soul,” had already ventured deep into the ghost mist, completely disappearing from sight.
Han Li glanced at the ghost mist and smiled faintly:
“Let’s go too! Since someone is willing to help clear a path for us, we naturally shouldn’t be ungracious.”
“Friend Han, what do you mean?” The old man surnamed Ge seemed a bit puzzled by this remark.
Actually, the old man clearly understood Han Li’s meaning. Because if Han Li refused to cooperate, he himself would probably have done the same.
It was just that earlier, he had looked down on the black-robed man, but now he had to rely on him to break through this ghost mist. Facing Han Li and the others, it was a bit embarrassing to admit it outright.
So he pretended not to understand and let Han Li speak first.
Han Li gave the old man a half-smile but said nothing, instead leading the way towards the direction where the black-robed man had disappeared.
Zi Ling naturally followed without hesitation.
Seeing this, Bamboo Hat hesitated for a moment, then blushed and hurriedly followed as well.
The gray-white ghost mist, sensing the approach of living beings, surged as if alive, rolling and rushing toward the three of them.
If an ordinary mortal were wrapped in this gray-white mist, their essence and blood would be immediately drained, turning them into a withered corpse. Their soul and spirit would become part of the ghost mist, forever trapped in the path of the undead, unable to escape.
But Han Li and the others were immortal cultivators, so naturally they were not afraid of this mere ghost mist.
Light flickered around the three of them, and each displayed their own protective methods.
Bamboo Hat raised a hand, releasing a small pale red umbrella that slowly spun about a meter above his head.
A column of red, misty light enveloped the old man, and whenever the ghost mist touched this red light, it immediately emitted a sizzling sound, followed by strange blue smoke and faint wails and howls of ghosts.
The surrounding ghost mist only dared to snarl and bare its teeth outside the red light, no longer rushing forward, as if possessing some intelligence.
Zi Ling released four pearl-sized spherical magical artifacts that orbited around her body, forming a mobile barrier about a meter wide.
The barrier was pure white, crystal-clear, and cubic-shaped, forcibly repelling the ghost mist and preventing it from approaching Zi Ling by even an inch.
However, the most bizarre defense was Han Li’s.
Apart from a faint azure glow emanating from his body, he did not use any magical artifacts or treasures. Yet whenever the ghost mist approached him, several mysterious arcs of electric light struck and dissolved it into nothingness.
This strange scene naturally surprised Bamboo Hat and Zi Ling, but they wisely did not inquire.
Zi Ling, puzzled, vaguely thought of Heavenly Thunder Bamboo but was not entirely sure.
Han Li continued walking ahead as if unaware.
This was not because he wanted to be a hero. In a place so permeated with ghost energy on all sides, walking at the front or at the rear made little difference.