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A Record of A Mortal's Journey to Immortality

Chapter 692: First Trial of Magical Abilities ✨

Published: September 5, 2025

Chapter 689: The First Trial of Magical Abilities

With the astonishing escape speed of Han Li and the wind-riding wheel, they soon plunged more than a hundred miles deep into the Mulan Prairie.

Han Li activated the blood-colored cloak on his body, darting forward wrapped in a blood aura as he scanned behind him with his spiritual awareness, a trace of surprise flashing across his face.

He had already unleashed the cloak’s maximum power, yet not only had he failed to shake off the pursuing strange cart, but it had actually closed the distance by a small margin. No wonder the elder Yun, with his mid nascent soul stage cultivation, turned pale when he saw this cart chasing after them.

This wind-riding wheel was indeed a top-tier flying exotic treasure. It seemed that unless he used the thunder escape technique or the blood shadow escape, he wouldn’t be able to break free.

However, since Han Li’s own nascent soul formation, he had never once fought cultivators of the same stage. Though confident in his magical abilities and magical treasures, he had no real sense of where he stood among nascent soul cultivators.

After all, cultivators at the nascent soul stage rarely engage in magical combat contests. Even in the few years since joining the Luoyun Sect, the two elders there had only shared cultivation methods with him and never truly sparred. Likewise, in Tian Tian City, the marquis of Nanlong had merely exchanged spiritual awareness sparrings with him, unable to gauge his true level.

Now, the spellmaster inside that wind-riding wheel seemed to be a good opponent to measure his cultivation against. Moreover, Han Li was quite curious about the spellmaster’s spiritual techniques and magical abilities.

If he could defeat or even kill the opponent outright, that would be best. If not, he could always escape easily with his Wind Thunder Wings.

But the battle couldn’t drag on too long, or it would risk complications. Especially since they were now deep within the Mulan Prairie, there was no reason to linger and fight.

Han Li quickly made a plan. The blood aura flashing wildly around him suddenly dimmed, replaced instead by a burst of pale azure radiance.

His figure halted as the escaping light circled around in a wide arc. Then he turned to face the pursuers.

Casting a cold glance at the pursuing white light, Han Li swished his sleeves, unleashing dozens of azure sword lights that swarmed out. After a low hum, they formed a layered, scale-like formation of azure swords in front of him, generating an imposing aura.

For his first real fight against another nascent soul cultivator, Han Li was naturally not careless. Besides unleashing all seventy-two of his green bamboo bee cloud swords, he reached for the spiritual beast pouch on his waist.

The tricolor golddevourer worms transformed into a massive insect cloud in the air. As Han Li chanted an incantation, the swarm spun and then surged directly downward.

His eyes gleamed sharply. With a wave of both hands, two azure spell formations struck the insect cloud.

Instantly, the swarm was enveloped in azure light, immersing Han Li within it.

Moments later, the tricolor insect armor materialized on Han Li’s body. Crystal-clear and ancient in texture, it shimmered with a faint azure glow.

Coincidentally, as Han Li paused, the pursuing wind-riding wheel quickly caught up. Inside, the spellmaster witnessed the startling spectacle of the insect armor forming.

The once reckless flying cart sharply reduced its speed, coming to a stop over a hundred yards away from Han Li.

Unfazed, Han Li cast a glance their way, then seized the opportunity to flip both hands. In one palm appeared a flower basket, while the other revealed a small bell.

Without hesitation, he tossed the small bell across. Silver light flashed as the bell swelled with the wind, instantly growing into a giant object several yards in size, hurtling fiercely toward the opponent.

At the same time, with a thought, Han Li’s seventy-two flying swords multiplied threefold, turning into over two hundred azure sword lights.