A Record of a Mortal’s Journey to Immortality - Chapter 807

Entering the Valley

Upon hearing this Ghost Spirit Sect’s Master’s words, some cultivators were overjoyed, while others were skeptical.

After all, not many people knew the details of Devilfall Valley.

“In order to reassure you, I will have my son and Elder Zhong go first. After that, you may do as you please.” With that said, Wang Tiansheng beckoned to Wang Chan and Yan Ruyan in the distance.

Wang Chan wore a silver mask and silently walked to the center of the formation with Yan Ruyan. The mid-Nascent Soul old man at the side also walked in expressionlessly.

Soon after, Wang Tiansheng issued an order, and all of the cultivators in the air pointed their formation flags downward. Multi-colored pillars of light shot out from the flags, each as thick as an arm, and struck various parts of the spell formation.

All of a sudden, the entire spell formation began to hum, and the spirit stones around it began to shine brightly. In a burst of light, the three of them suddenly disappeared from the center of the spell formation.

When the nearby cultivators saw this, they became restless.

Wang Tiansheng still ignored the others and had Wang Tiangu teleport away with seven or eight Core Formation cultivators.

This time, the other cultivators had already understood. Although the spell formation was huge, it seemed to only be able to transport three people at a time. As a result, the Ghost Spirit Sect cultivators could only leave in batches.

Seeing that the Ghost Spirit Sect had the intention of beating them to it, many of the other cultivators at the entrance of the valley were naturally tempted. However, these cultivators were all cunning and cautious. For a moment, no one dared to rashly step forward. They all wanted others to try it first. After all, the Ghost Spirit Sect’s reputation was not very good. If anything went wrong, it would be a matter of life and death.

Han Li stood up on the mound. He also had no intention of going down.

When Wang Tiansheng saw this, he sneered and looked up at the sky with his hands behind his back.

The atmosphere at the entrance of the valley suddenly became very quiet.

Amidst this awkward atmosphere, the Moulan people took action.

The dozen or so Moulan spell warriors silently walked towards the huge spell formation under the lead of the scholar surnamed Zhong and the woman surnamed Le.

A trace of black air flashed across Wang Tiansheng’s face before returning to normal.

At the side, Wei Wuya, who had been silently looking up at the sky, slowly lowered his head and calmly glanced at the incoming scholar.

The Confucian Scholar didn’t say anything. Without waiting for the group to enter the spell formation, Wei Wuya swept his sleeve and released over ten streaks of azure light into the sky.

Wang Tiansheng expressionlessly waved his hand toward the azure streaks of light, upon which the light receded and the azure streaks of light transformed into a dozen command medallions.

Although Wang Tiansheng hadn’t participated in the border battles, someone had told him the identity of Scholar Zhong. He let out a breath and slowly said, “The number is just right. Please enter, Fellow Daoists.”

The scholar nodded, and the spell warriors behind him all entered the center of the spell formation.

Immediately, the Ghost Spirit Sect cultivators in the air cast a spell and the three Moulan cultivators were teleported away.

When the scholar walked into the formation, he glanced at Wei Wuya and casually said, “The destination of this teleportation formation is random, right? If that’s the case, it’s best if the cultivators of your sect don’t encounter us.”

“How could there be such a coincidence in this world? If that’s the case, it can only be said to be fate.” The middle-aged cultivator didn’t seem to have much fear in the face of this Moulan Divine Sage.

“Fate? Hehe, if that’s the case, then so be it!” The scholar surnamed Zhong coldly laughed and disappeared along with the other two.

After hearing this last message, Wang Tiansheng looked at the empty spell formation and a trace of coldness appeared at the corner of his mouth.

At that moment, the other cultivators saw that the Moulan cultivators had also been teleported away unscathed. Finally, someone could no longer hold back and walked out. After handing over their Devilfall Medallions, they also began to leave with the assistance of the Ghost Spirit Sect disciples.

A moment later, the cultivators with the Devilfall Medallion walked out of their hiding spots.

In a short quarter of an hour, the teleportation formation began to shine with spiritual light, sending off over three hundred cultivators in succession, which accounted for nearly a quarter of the cultivators present. As for the high-grade spirit stone at the center of the formation, it was much dimmer than before, and its spiritual power was nearly exhausted.

Standing at a high place, Han Li coldly observed all of this, taking note of the cultivators who entered the valley one by one for future references.

Suddenly, Han Li’s gaze turned cold as he saw six green-robed cultivators walking towards the spell formation. The person in the lead was the Grand Elder of the Controlling Spirit Sect, Dong Mentu. Han Li did not have a good impression of this person. Although this Grand Elder of the Controlling Spirit Sect did not really have any conflict with him, Han Li had always been careful of this person because of Gu Shuangpu.

However, now that his abilities had greatly improved, there was no need for him to pay much attention to this person.

But at this moment, the five green-robed cultivators surrounding Dong Mentu trembled and turned their heads to look in Han Li’s direction.

Almost at the same time, Han Li’s second Nascent Soul, which had been mostly assimilated, suddenly became intensely unstable. If it weren’t for his quick reaction and he condensed his spiritual sense to forcefully suppress this Nascent Soul, the second Nascent Soul formed by the Wood Spirit Nascent would probably immediately leave through his aperture.

At this moment, Han Li used his spiritual sense to carefully scan the five green-robed cultivators and was shocked. These five people were all early-Nascent Soul cultivators.

“Five Elements Spirit Nascent!” Combined with the abnormality of his second Nascent Soul, Han Li guessed the origins of these five cultivators without thinking. His pupils could not help but constrict.

The strange behavior of the five green-robed cultivators was naturally noticed by Dong Mentu, who was walking in front. He hurriedly turned his head to take a look and happened to meet Han Li’s gaze.

A hint of surprise appeared on Dong Mentu’s face, but he immediately turned around as if nothing had happened and walked into the teleportation formation.

Wang Tiangu’s calm expression finally changed drastically upon seeing Dong Mentu bring five Nascent Soul cultivators with him.

Wei Wuya appraised the green-robed cultivators with a contemplative expression.

Wang Tiansheng stared at them and asked, “Brother Dong, these Fellow Daoists are quite unfamiliar. Could you introduce them to me?”

“That’s easy. I’ll introduce them to you after the trip to Devilfall Valley is over.” Dong Mentu was a crafty old fox, so he was able to deal with the matter with a few casual words.

Wang Tiansheng inwardly cursed the old ghost, but he knew that the guy wouldn’t tell him the truth, so he didn’t pursue the matter any further.

After he instructed his disciples, the six of them were teleported away in two batches. In the instant that Dong Mentu was teleported away, he inadvertently glanced at Han Li, his gaze filled with hostility.

Although his actions were extremely secretive, Han Li could clearly see it with his spiritual sense.

It seemed that Dong Mentu had sensed the Spirit Nascent in his body. This was a little troublesome. With the five-element Spirit Nascent following him, he had suddenly become terrifying. It was a pity that the Wood Spirit Nascent had yet to be completely assimilated. It seemed that Han Li would have to be careful of this person after entering the valley.

As Dong Mentu teleported away, three more cultivators walked over. When Han Li saw one of them, he was stunned and revealed a bitter smile.

This person was none other than the silver-haired old man, his Senior Brother Cheng. The other two old men also had wrinkled faces and appeared to be nearing the end of their lifespans.

Han Li sighed and watched as the three of them entered the formation and were teleported away. Then, he turned his gaze to the spirit stone in the middle of the formation. At this moment, the high-grade spirit stone appeared even dimmer.

Han Li’s eyes flashed and he no longer hesitated. He immediately rose into the air and flew towards the formation enshrouded in a ball of azure light.

A moment later, he landed in front of the formation and threw a Devilfall Medallion at Wang Tiansheng.

“Fellow Daoist Han, you’re here as expected. Fellow Daoist Han is young and has a bright future ahead of you, so there’s no need for you to take such a risk.” Wei Wuya’s figure swayed, and he suddenly appeared in front of Han Li from hundreds of feet away.

“Thank you for your kind intentions, Brother Wei. I have my own reasons for entering Devilfall Valley,” Han Li replied with a calm expression.

Wei Wuya frowned and stared at Han Li’s face for a long while before his expression gradually darkened.

“Since Fellow Daoist Han has already made up his mind, I won’t say anything else. I hope our goals are different,” Wei Wuya said before returning to his original position.

Wang Tiansheng saw that Wei Wuya was actually treating the young man in front of him so grandly and called out his surname. How could he not know who Han Li was?

His expression was calm, but his heart was astounded as he sized up Han Li.

He had heard Han Li’s name many years ago. However, at that time, Han Li’s cultivation was very shallow and his son, Wang Chan, had suffered a huge loss at Han Li’s hands before Han Li escaped.

Many years later, the person in front of him reappeared in the Heavenly South Region. He was already a Nascent Soul cultivator. Coincidentally, the Ghost Spirit Sect had once again formed a deep enmity with the young man in front of them. In the end, the other party had slipped away once again.

Several years later, Han Li had risen to fame, and his abilities had left all cultivators in awe. He had faintly become an existence second only to the three great cultivators.

When he, the master of the Ghost Spirit Sect, heard this news, it was not a happy thing. He naturally remembered Han Li’s name in his heart.

Now that he saw Han Li, he naturally wanted to figure out something.

Unfortunately, Han Li stood in the middle of the formation and immediately closed his eyes. His expression was neither warm nor cold, as if he did not want to talk to anyone. He did not reveal any flaws at all.

Seeing this, Wang Tiansheng’s heart trembled, and he became even more fearful of Han Li.

However, he casually waved his hand, and the disciples in the air began to activate the spell formation.

After a buzzing sound, Han Li disappeared in a flash of light.

…

After a slight discomfort from the teleportation, Han Li finally returned to normal and began to size up his current foothold.

This was a mostly collapsed gravel slope. It was a mess, and weeds that were half the height of a person grew everywhere. Ahead and slightly further to the left and right were low hills that rose and fell continuously. There was not a single person to be seen.

However, this wasn’t strange. Devilfall Valley was a million square kilometers. If it weren’t for the fact that they were teleported in the same batch, it would be inconceivable for them to bump into each other.

However, when Han Li turned his head and took a look, he could not help but reveal a stunned expression.