Published: September 9, 2025
Chapter 870: Boundless Demonic Energy
Han Li was now known by everyone in the Tian Nan immortal cultivation world. After these cultivators were startled, they all showed expressions of awe.
“If it is Senior Han, there is naturally no need to report. Senior Zhiyang has already instructed that once you arrive, passage will be granted immediately. I will now take you to Spiritual Turtle Island,” the palace-dressed woman said respectfully, not daring to show the slightest negligence.
Han Li nodded, expressionless, and said no more. The palace-dressed woman then gave a few orders to the cultivators behind her and led Han Li away with flying escape.
A dark spot in the distance gradually grew larger—it was indeed a small island, roughly twenty to thirty square kilometers in area.
“Senior Han, this is Spirit Phoenix Island, occupied by our Heartsong Sect. The Supreme True Sect’s Spiritual Turtle Island is located on a neighboring island,” the woman carefully explained, seeming aware that it was Han Li’s first time here.
Han Li glanced in the direction she indicated, but the distance was too great, and he did not immediately spot the other island. However, from another direction came the location of a huge spiritual source, and the astonishing spiritual energy fluctuations were even clearer. With such strong spiritual energy, it had to be the rumored vortex spewing vast amounts of spiritual energy.
Han Li pondered this quietly as he followed the palace-dressed woman flying onward toward the distance.
It was an hour later when they finally reached the so-called Spiritual Turtle Island.
This island was slightly larger than the previously mentioned Spirit Phoenix Island occupied by the Heartsong Sect, and from above, its outline indeed resembled a spiritual turtle.
Before reaching the island, the palace-dressed woman had already sent out a transmission talisman. So as soon as Han Li and she flew to the edge of the island, a white light came racing out to meet them.
“Fellow cultivator Zhiyang? You personally came to welcome me? I, Han, am truly unworthy!” Seeing this familiar light-speed, Han Li immediately stopped and transmitted his voice over a distance.
“Heh heh, Fellow cultivator Han is a man of his word. This humble one naturally should greet you from afar,” Master Zhiyang replied cheerfully, his voice echoing clearly.
The white light flew to just over ten zhang in front of Han Li, then the radiance dimmed to reveal the figure of a Taoist priest.
Han Li smiled slightly and cupped his hands in salute.
“Fellow cultivator, first come with me to my secluded mansion for a gathering. I have already informed Fellow cultivator Wei Wuya. The old fellow from Heartsong Sect has urgent matters and cannot come here himself,” Master Zhiyang instructed the palace-dressed woman to return, then turned to Han Li with a smile.
“Very well. I will follow your lead,” Han Li replied without objection, and the two immediately flew toward the island.
Along the way, Han Li scanned the entire island with his spiritual awareness, unconsciously furrowing his brow.
Indeed, the island had an excellent minor spiritual vein, about ten li in size. Although the number of cultivators on the island was small, each cultivation base was quite high. Surprisingly, there were no low-stage cultivators present as Han Li had expected, which left him somewhat puzzled.
Before long, under the guidance of the Taoist priest, Han Li entered a secluded mansion recently developed.
This dwelling was set in an unremarkable stone mountain but was huge and tidy.
After arriving at a hall, Han Li sat down alongside Master Zhiyang, and two Taoist attendants promptly served spiritual tea. After tasting the tea, Han Li began quietly conversing with Master Zhiyang.
This old Taoist, one of the three great cultivators, seemed unwilling to mention the reason for inviting Han Li here just yet. Instead, he calmly introduced the situation of the nearby sea regions and the sects occupying the Seven Spirit Islands, appearing somewhat detached.