A Record of a Mortal's Journey to Immortality: Immortal Realm
Chapter 695: (1): Saving Shi Chuankong

Chapter 695: (1): Saving Shi Chuankong

In contrast with when Shi Chuankong had tried to secure the three immortal treasures, they no longer felt as if they were enshrouded in invisible energy fluctuations. Instead, all that remained between them was an extremely faint and slightly peculiar aura.

A serious look appeared on Han Li's face as he reached out toward the golden plate, which was the nearest of the three immortal treasures to him.

This time, nothing out of the ordinary happened, and he was able to easily grab onto the golden plate.

A burst of golden light flashed past, and the golden plate vanished, having been stowed away into Han Li's storage bracelet.

As soon as the golden plate vanished, the flow of time in the palace instantly resumed.

The slowly expanding spatial rifts abruptly swelled to several times their original size in unison, and two dull thumps rang out as a large geyser of blood sprayed out of Feng Lin's neck before falling like rain, while bursts of gray mist also erupted out of the gray-robed elderly man's body.

The two of them didn't even get a chance to react before they were both devoured by the expanding spatial rifts, and everyone else hurriedly flew away from the spatial rifts in alarm.

Immortal Lord Hot Flame quickly darted away from the spatial rift that was close to him, and a hint of lingering fear welled up in his heart as he recalled that brief memory snippet from before. If Han Li hadn't stopped to help him on his way to the three immortal treasures, he would've most likely already met the same fate as Feng Lin and the gray-robed elderly man.

With the restrictive forces around Han Li's body lifted, he turned his gaze to his Mantra Treasured Axis, upon which he discovered that the three time law threads had already been incinerated into nothingness.

He immediately rushed forward once again as he attempted to grab the Miro Dhvaja, but right his hand was about to come into contact with the dvaja, a burst of powerful spatial fluctuations suddenly erupted forth.

A spatial rift that was far more fearsome than the other ones in the palace appeared without any warning behind the Miro Dhvaja and the Virata Lute, devouring half of the entire palace in an instant.

The Miro Dhvaja and the Virata Lute fell into the rift one after another, plunging into the boundless darkness.

Han Li peered into the enormous, all-engulfing spatial rift, and he could only heave a forlorn internal sigh. He didn't want to see such a powerful pair of treasures go to waste, but the risk was simply too great. With that in mind, he withdrew his Mantra Treasured Axis and sent it revolving in reverse, enhancing his own speed so that he could get away as quickly as possible.

Right at this moment, he noticed out of his peripheral vision that Shi Chuankong had put on a suit of strange black and silver armor, and the light around his body warped momentarily, following which he abruptly vanished from the spot.

In the next instant, Han Li turned to look deep into the abyssal spatial rift to discover that Shi Chuankong had reappeared next to the Virata Lute, then grabbed onto the lute, following which his body began to take on an indistinct appearance again.

He's insane!

Han Li was momentarily flabbergasted, but then paid no further heed to Shi Chuankong as he turned to fly out of the palace.

Immortal Lord Hot Flame and the others were already fleeing out of the palace, but the gray-robed skeleton was doing the opposite. He was rushing deeper into the palace, and he passed Han Li by en route to Shi Chuankong.

Immediately thereafter, a burst of radiant gray light emerged from the bone staff in his hand, and it swelled rapidly to become a white bone scythe that was over a hundred feet in length, unleashing a giant scythe projection that swept through the air toward Shi Chuankong.

Shi Chuankong had only just barely made it out of the abyssal rift, and his complexion was deathly pale, while the suit of armor that he was wearing had also become completely dull and devoid of luster, as if it had been drained of all spiritual qi. In his current state, it was impossible for him to withstand or evade the oncoming attack.

A look of resolution appeared on his face as a sharp white bone abruptly protruded out of the palm of his hand, and bright red blood that was gleaming with silver light was flowing out of the bone. He brushed the bone over the Virata Lute, then strummed his fingers firmly over the lute's strings to produce an indescribable, high-pitched sound.

Meanwhile, Han Li was just about to leap out of the palace gates when he was struck by a burst of invisible soundwaves, and he was rooted to the spot as if some type of peculiar force had latched onto him.

Immediately thereafter, he felt a burst of incredibly formidable spatial fluctuations erupt forth from behind him.

By the time he turned around, he was no longer even able to see Shi Chuankong or the gray-robed skeleton. All he could see was that the chaotic space had become even more fractures, and enormous black or gray spatial rifts and vortexes had appeared everywhere, completely tearing the entire palace apart.

Han Li's heart immediately sank upon seeing this, and it was already too late for him to burn through more of his time law threads. Inside the palace was an enormous gray vortex of mist that was over a thousand feet in size, and it was rapidly expanding, devouring him like an all-engulfing mouth.

He felt as if he had fallen into a rapidly spinning whirlpool, and as the world spun around him, he felt as if his entire body were falling apart at the seams, and even his consciousness was gradually fading.

After an indeterminate period of time, Han Li felt a burst of sharp pain spear through his mind, and only then did he regain consciousness.

He pressed his palms against the ground and struggled up into a seated position, and he discovered that his palms were pressed against some type of incredibly dry and fine powder.

He fought through the throbbing pain in his body as he brought his hand closer to his eyes for an inspection, only to discover that his vision was completely blurry, and that he was unable to focus his gaze onto the palm of his own hand at all.

He shook his head in exasperation as he channeled his Spirit Refinement Technique, and only after a long while did his vision begin to clear up.

After recovering his eyesight, he was able to see that there was a layer of gray powder over his hand, and he only had to rub his fingers together gently for this powder to stick together slightly.

His brows furrowed slightly as he dusted off his own hands, then swept his gaze over his surroundings to replace that this gray powder stretched as far as the eyes could see in all directions.

What is this place?

The memory of being sucked into the spatial vortex earlier sprang into his mind, and he didn't know what to make of this situation.

The sky up above was very dark and forbidding, and it seemed that there was a layer of incredibly dense dark clouds overhead. As a result, there wasn't much distance between the sky and the horizon, presenting the illusion that heaven and earth were only separated by about a thousand feet.

Deep within the dark clouds, Han Li could just barely make out three orbs of dim yellow light hanging high up in the sky, and they appeared to be a trio of suns.

The low-hanging sky, the gray and lifeless color tones, and the indescribable feeling hanging in the surrounding air all made him feel very uncomfortable, and an oppressive feeling welled up in his heart.

Han Li took a moment to collect himself, then inspected his own internal condition to discover that he had no injuries. However, his expression then darkened slightly as he discovered that his connection with heaven and earth seemed to have been severed, and that his body was no longer able to absorb the world's origin qi.

Could it be that my immortal acupoints have been sealed?

Han Li hurriedly closed his eyes to conduct a more thorough internal inspection, and moments later, he reopened his eyes with a combination of relief and concern on his face.

His immortal acupoints were completely fine, the problem arose from the environment that he was currently in.

This place had no world's origin qi at all. Instead, there were only wisps of baleful qi interspersed throughout the surrounding air. Back when he first regained consciousness, he had thought that it was the baleful qi in his own body that was causing trouble, but he now realized that it was actually the surrounding environment.

After a brief moment of contemplation, Han Li took a yellow pill, then slowly rose to his feet.

In any case, I have to figure out what kind of place this is.

With that in mind, he activated his Infernal Devilish Eyes while also releasing his spiritual sense to scour his surroundings.

Moments later, an intrigued look appeared on his face as he cast his gaze in a certain direction.

Due to how low the sky was hanging, all he could see was a vast expanse of murky grayness there. After a brief hesitation, Han Li rose up from the ground before flying in that direction as a streak of azure light.

After flying for close to ten kilometers, Han Li stopped in mid-air, and he could see an indistinct humanoid figure in the distance, seemingly in the process of sinking into a strange, brown area.

His brows furrowed slightly as he flew in that direction, and as he got closer, the humanoid figure became clearer to him. As it turned out, it was none other than Shi Chuankong.

At this moment, he seemed to be unconscious. His aura was extremely feeble, while his spiritual sense had all but completely faded, and he was sinking into a dark brown, bubbling swamp.