Published: August 28, 2025
Chapter 471: Inner Hall Opens
“Little sister?” Han Li’s eyes flickered uncertainly as he looked at the young woman before him. Her face and words suddenly stirred up many buried feelings deep within his heart.
“Fourth brother, how could I be here! Didn’t I die from a serious illness years ago? I’m so scared!” White Shadow trembled lightly as she stood up, her pale face drawing close to Han Li with the fearful demeanor of a timid and delicate figure.
A strange expression appeared in Han Li’s eyes.
Just as this woman, who resembled his little sister so much, was about to take a couple more steps and throw herself onto him—
Han Li’s eyes flashed coldly. He raised his hand, and a small azure flying sword shot silently from his palm, piercing straight through the woman’s forehead in the blink of an eye.
White Shadow let out a miserable scream, then dissolved into a wisp of black smoke, vanishing without a trace.
“Even if it changed to look exactly like my little sister, she was separated from me at a young age. Not to mention my current appearance, I doubt she even remembers what I looked like when we parted. How could she possibly recognize me, her fourth brother, at a glance?” Han Li murmured softly with a hint of loneliness as he watched the black smoke disappear.
After speaking, he raised his wrist and glanced at the four Brahma Pearls embedded there.
Though he spoke with such confidence, if it hadn’t been for the sudden burning sensation from the Brahma Pearls as White Shadow approached—shattering any lingering hesitation in his heart—he might not have been so resolute in his attack. Even as the flying sword pierced through her, his heart couldn’t help but tremble slightly.
After all, even knowing that the other party was just an illusion or some ghostly transformation, he still wanted to take one more look at his little sister’s face.
Carrying a trace of inexplicable sorrow, Han Li continued forward alone in the darkness.
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One day later, in front of a towering structure resembling a giant tower, over a dozen people sat cross-legged motionless.
The tower soared up into the clouds, immense and imposing, built entirely from huge bluish-green stones.
From a distance, the tower appeared to have five levels, each level tapering slightly as it ascended. Yet each level was separated by an astonishing distance of at least a hundred zhang. The bluish-green main entrance tower alone was fifty to sixty zhang tall, truly magnificent in scale!
A faint white light veil enveloped the whole tower. Before the entrance, those tiny figures—like ants—sat with bowed heads, eyes closed in meditation. In the center of their circle stood a white teleportation formation, quietly established.
Among them were nascent soul stage cultivators from both the demonic and righteous paths, including Extreme Yin and Wan Tianming. Also present were Wu Chou, Mysterious Bone, and another late foundation formation cultivator. The only absentees were Han Li, Yuan Yao, two elders from Star Palace, and another late foundation formation cultivator.
The Extreme Yin Old Monster’s expression was calm, showing no signs of impatience. But deep down, he was a little anxious. After all, given the usual speed of cultivators passing the trial, Han Li should have appeared here by now, just like Wu Chou.
His heart couldn’t help but be unsettled.
At that moment, a white light flickered within the magic formation, and a figure appeared.
Barbarian Huzi, Extreme Yin, and others opened their eyes simultaneously, but disappointment flashed across their faces in an instant—because the figure was the black-robed, masked Yuan Yao.
Facing the stares of so many old nascent soul cultivators, the woman’s heart skipped a beat, but she forced calm and quietly stepped out of the formation.
Coincidentally, no sooner had she appeared than the teleportation formation flashed again, and Han Li’s figure materialized out of thin air.
Extreme Yin’s eyebrows twitched, a faint, casual smile flickering on his face. Barbarian Huzi and the old man in Confucian robes exchanged a knowing glance, both seeing a sense of ease in each other’s eyes.