Published: August 28, 2025
Chapter 470: Illusory Black Palace
Han Li merely cast a slight sideways glance and then continued on his way without paying it any mind.
However, as Han Li gradually distanced himself down the corridor, the celestial music from beyond the heavens grew louder. The white cranes that had been dancing flew to both sides of the corridor, spreading their wings and letting out long cries.
After a moment, amid the celestial music, all the cranes suddenly twisted and transformed into girls dressed in various colorful palace costumes.
Each of these girls appeared to be sixteen or seventeen years old, all extraordinarily beautiful and full of youthful vitality. They swayed their slender waists, as soft as if boneless, and smiled gently at Han Li.
Their bright eyes were filled with tender affection, as if Han Li were the lover they admired above all else.
At that moment, the music changed, becoming soft and lingering, full of the joyful feelings of romance beneath the flowers and moonlight, stirring deep, hidden emotions in one's heart without notice.
Han Li’s expression stirred slightly, but then his heart turned to iron, ignoring the soft whispers of the girls on both sides, his face expressionless.
After walking several dozen paces, the voices at his ears suddenly shifted again, becoming mournful and filled with sorrow.
The girls’ expressions changed in turn, stopping the sway of their waists. Each showed a sorrowful face, transforming into endless resentment, gazing at Han Li with heartbreaking sadness, as if he had, in that moment, become the heartless betrayer who shattered their hearts—eliciting an involuntary pang of pity and love in anyone who looked upon them.
“Interesting!” Han Li smiled and, quite intrigued, began to appreciate the girls’ mournful expressions as he walked, as if watching a good show.
Han Li knew very well that since the supreme illusory realm was ranked after ghost mist and the path of ice and fire, it couldn’t be only these small tricks. There had to be other means.
Sure enough, seeing that this spectacle hadn’t caused Han Li to pause even for a moment, the celestial music began to emit seductive and winding, lascivious tones that made hearts race. At the same time, the girls outside the corridor suddenly glowed with rosy light, instantly aging seven or eight years, transforming into stunningly beautiful mature women.
These peerless beauties all had flushed cheeks, fiery eyes, constantly making provocative gestures. Step by step, they shed their light silk palace costumes, revealing nude, pale, exquisite figures—each with ample bosoms and rounded hips, full of an irresistible allure that could drive a man mad. Their ruby-red lips exhaled soft moans and gasps, even more difficult to resist than the celestial music, often stirring hidden desires deep within a man’s heart.
Han Li was startled for a moment, but after the great yin technique flashed briefly in his mind, his expression returned to normal.
Even if a real person specially cast a fox charm technique on him, he wouldn’t care. Naturally, such crude illusions held no place in his eyes.
The actions of the beautiful mature women on both sides of the corridor grew bolder. Some pressed their hands to their ample chests and coquettishly winked at Han Li. Others swayed their waists, stroking their bodies. Some even embraced each other in pairs, pretending to be lovers right in front of everyone...
Han Li watched in amazement, clicking his tongue. But protected by the great yin technique guarding his spirit, he simply regarded it as a rare and delightful encounter to enjoy.
Next, the women’s appearances changed again, transforming into various types of beauties: graceful noblewomen, passionate sirens, pure and lovely maidens, cold and proud chaste wives—all with unique charm and temperament. It was as if every peerless beauty from the mundane world was displayed outside for Han Li’s viewing.
A faint smile lingered on Han Li’s face, but his eyes were ice-cold, showing no sign of being moved.