Published: September 9, 2025
Chapter 874: Stone Tablet Fragments
Just like last time when entering the demonic energy, under the protection of the golden arc, Han Li quietly slid into the pitch-black Abyss.
As the thunder gradually faded, the golden light of the evil-repelling divine thunder slowly receded into the darkness, eventually disappearing without a trace.
On the sea surface, Master Zhiyang and the others were conversing.
“Brother Zhiyang! Do you really think Fellow Cultivator Han’s evil-repelling divine thunder isn’t enough for a round trip, just as he said?” Wei Wuya asked Master Zhiyang with his hands behind his back.
“What do you mean by that, Brother Wei? Do you think my earlier words were false?” The taoist’s expression darkened, clearly displeased.
“Hehe! Master, please don’t misunderstand, I mean no such thing. It’s just that Fellow Cultivator Han’s agreement seemed too readily given, so I was a bit curious and asked,” Wei Wuya smiled faintly.
“In that case, I’m not too sure either. But the deeper you go into the Abyss of demonic energy, the greater the magical power consumption. To safely make a round trip, the amount of evil-repelling divine thunder required is truly astonishing. I don’t believe Fellow Cultivator Han has that much divine thunder to command. Perhaps besides the evil-repelling divine thunder, he has some other magical ability to temporarily resist the demonic energy,” Master Zhiyang said more calmly.
“If you say so, that is very possible. After all, the immortal cultivation world is full of extraordinary secret arts! But regardless, if this calamity can be resolved smoothly, that’s a good thing,” Wei Wuya said with a smile, then glanced over at Heartsong Old Demon nearby.
The black-robed burly man stood silently with his arms crossed, staring expressionlessly at the center of the vortex.
A moment of silence fell among the three.
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At a depth of three thousand zhang in the demonic energy, a light shield flickering with golden electric light hovered motionlessly in the air.
Inside the light shield, Han Li held the Jade Slip recording the array formation’s location, his expression heavy as he studied its contents.
After a while, Han Li withdrew his spiritual awareness and glanced around.
The surrounding darkness was pitch black, seemingly at the very bottom of the Abyss, with no way to see far.
Han Li furrowed his brow, suddenly opening his mouth to shoot out a small sword about an inch long.
With a flash of golden light, the golden small sword shot out of the shield, a delicate electric arc appearing along its blade. After spiraling once, it flew above Han Li’s head, spinning rapidly within the electric light to transform into a golden light wheel about an inch wide, quite peculiar.
Han Li formed a hand seal below and pointed at the light wheel overhead. The wheel paused briefly, then transformed into a beam of golden light that shot off like an arrow.
Without hesitation, Han Li moved his body, following closely under the protection of the shield.
After flying horizontally for several hundred zhang, the golden small sword suddenly changed direction and shot sharply downward.
With a muffled “bang,” the flying sword impaled something, burying half its length and ceasing movement.
Seeing this, a flash of joy appeared on Han Li’s face as he appeared about a zhang above the sword.
Where his gaze passed, the surroundings were still dark, but the electric arcs on the small sword flickered faintly, allowing some clarity.
Han Li discovered that the place where the sword was stuck seemed to be a smooth giant stone.
After a moment of contemplation, Han Li raised both hands and pressed his palms against the shield’s wall.
Suddenly, the electric web on the light shield became dazzling and blinding, and several thick golden arcs shot out from the shield, transforming into several giant golden serpents that coiled and twisted nearby.
Within a radius of more than ten zhang, all the demonic energy was swept clean by the passage of the golden serpents.