Published: September 8, 2025
Chapter 762: Enemy’s Scheme
Han Li sat quietly in the room, meditating. After an unknown length of time, the slight spiritual power he had expended from traveling gradually recovered to its peak state.
When he opened his eyes and examined the situation within his body, a faint smile appeared on his face.
Since reaching the tenth level of the Blue Origin Sword Technique, he had noticeably felt a significant increase in spiritual power recovery compared to before. This was indeed an unexpected delight.
Thinking this to himself, Han Li pondered for a moment, then reached into his bosom and pulled out a glossy black wooden box. On the lid were affixed several shimmering azure restriction talismans.
With a single hand, he brushed over the box’s lid. The talismans detached and transformed into several streaks of azure light that shot into his sleeve.
Han Li then tapped the box once with a finger. Instantly, the lid slid open by itself, revealing the contents inside.
Resting quietly inside was a palm-sized talisman covered with rune markings. On its surface, a faint crimson little flood dragon swam back and forth continuously.
Han Li reached out and gently beckoned to the talisman, which suddenly shot out, circled once, and lightly settled into his palm.
He had spent several days refining this talisman, failing three consecutive times before finally succeeding. Although he did not yet know its true power, he was certain this “Spiritual Summoning Talisman” was less potent than described in the refining method.
After all, three failures had drained more than half of the eighth-grade flood dragon soul’s strength, so its real effectiveness could only be tested in actual combat.
Han Li traced his finger over the colorful runes on the talisman’s surface, lost in thought. His expression fluctuated subtly.
While Han Li sat in meditation, several mysterious figures gathered around a stone table in a stone chamber located dozens of miles from the Tian Nan main camp, deep underground by twenty or thirty zhang.
There were five men and two women. Among them, one man and one woman were cloaked in black robes, their faces completely obscured.
Among the others, two were familiar to Han Li. One was the woman surnamed Le who had forced the ancient lamp during the Huanglong Mountain battle, causing him considerable trouble. The other was the middle-aged scholar surnamed Zhong, the Divine Master Zhong, who had pursued him day and night, severely injuring his vital energy.
The remaining three men consisted of a gaunt old man with black hair, a short man less than four feet tall surnamed Bi, and a brocade-clad burly man with an imposing appearance.
“Master Le, how is the preparation of the spiritual oil? You must understand, the burning time of the holy lamp directly affects the duration the sacred bird will appear in this realm. There can be no errors,” the gaunt old man asked calmly from one corner of the stone table. Despite his wrinkled face, his eyes were clear and bright.
“Divine Master Zhu, rest assured. This battle concerns the survival of my entire tribe. I have brought out every drop of lamp oil stored for over a thousand years from our clan’s reserves. It will definitely support the sacred bird throughout the fight,” replied the woman surnamed Le, her green robe contrasting with her solemn expression.
“Brother Zhong, your organized Spiritual Techniques Grand Formation should be reliable as well. Compared to the Tian Nan cultivators, our spellmasters’ magical artifacts are inferior in both quantity and quality. We must rely on the formation to suppress their attacks,” the old man turned to the middle-aged scholar.
“No problem. I didn’t study spiritual technique formations for hundreds of years in vain. I have taught them several newly improved formations. If the Tian Nan cultivators still use their old formation strength to gauge this battle, they will be in for a big surprise,” the scholar responded calmly.
“That’s settled! Brother Bi, once the chaos begins, have all the high-level spellmasters summon void spiritual beasts first. This will draw their attacks and drain the cultivators’ magical power. Sect Leader Fang, this will require your cooperation with those giant beasts,” the gaunt old man instructed the short man and then politely addressed the man in the black robe.