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A Record of A Mortal's Journey to Immortality

Chapter 787: The Young Man in the Black Robe đź–¤

Published: September 9, 2025

Chapter 784: The Young Man in the Black Robe

“But risking one’s life just for a woman—I overestimated him,” muttered the man in the black robe, then turned to glance at a nearby location.

There stood an extraordinarily crude teleportation formation. The man’s eyes flickered restlessly.

When he sensed that Han Li was only a few dozen miles away, he suddenly rose and strode toward the teleportation formation.

Moments later, amidst a flash of white light, he vanished without a trace.

Han Li also sensed the presence of the man in the black robe. Originally cautious, he was flying swiftly toward this place, but suddenly the figure disappeared entirely from his perception, leaving him stunned.

“Could it be that he used a concealment technique to hide, planning to ambush me from the side?” Han Li’s heart tightened at the thought, and he immediately heightened his vigilance.

“What is this...?”

When he cautiously approached the peak of Pillar of Heaven Mountain and saw the conspicuous small teleportation formation, his expression changed dramatically. His gaze shifted to a newly erected blue stone tablet beside the formation, on which four small characters about an inch tall were sharply carved—extremely clear.

“Past time, no waiting.”

Han Li murmured these four characters under his breath, his face darkening as he silently cursed the other party’s cunning.

Although with his expertise in magic formations, he instantly recognized that such a crude teleportation formation could not transport someone very far. But even so, if he were to teleport randomly to a place where the enemy had set an ambush, wouldn’t that be walking right into a trap?

Worse still, once he teleported, he would have no idea whether the silver-haired elder and the others could still find him.

Judging from the message on the stone tablet, the other side clearly did not want to meet him now, nor did they give him a chance to negotiate.

If he delayed too long, the other party might just give up and leave. That would be a big problem.

He dared not gamble on whether the other side would really do that.

After all, he had killed the twin companions of the Sect Master of the Yin Luo Sect, and if the visitor was indeed that demonic sect master, such an outcome was quite possible.

It seemed that if he wanted to find a way to lift the soul-sealing curse, he had no choice but to take the risk and try.

Han Li’s expression flickered for a while before he made up his mind.

He first used his spiritual awareness to scan the surrounding area, confirming that there were no other demon cultivators hiding nearby. Only then did he take out a communication talisman and quietly speak a few words. With a wave of his hand, the talisman transformed into a red light and shot back the way he came.

Then, without hesitation, Han Li took out a certain spiritual beast pouch from his waist and summoned it into midair. Three tricolor golddevourer worms swarmed out, transforming into three-colored battle armor that appeared over Han Li’s body.

He flicked his sleeve again, and a blue light shield shot out to block in front of him. His other hand flipped, and after a flash of white light, a delicate brocade handkerchief appeared in his palm.

Han Li lowered his head to look at the handkerchief, a strange expression flashing in his eyes.

This handkerchief was the protective treasure Nangong Wan had gifted him long ago.

He gently stroked the smooth surface with his finger and stood silently for a moment.

After a short pause, Han Li raised his hand and cast several layers of protective shields over himself. With a flicker, he stepped into the teleportation formation.

Taking a deep breath, Han Li raised his hand once more, imprinting a spell formation on one corner of the formation.

A brilliant white light burst forth, and Han Li disappeared without a trace within the teleportation formation.

Several thousand miles from Pillar of Heaven Mountain, in the middle of a certain lake, on a nameless islet, a white spiritual light suddenly appeared in a particular spot on the island. Han Li’s figure materialized along with it.