Chapter 2447: The Land of the Screaming Kill

Han Li stared at the violet-golden lightning orb for a moment, then suddenly flicked his wrist and threw it out.

With a loud boom.

As soon as the lightning orb flew several dozens of feet away, it immediately burst open into a cluster of electrical light.

Violet-golden electrical threads splattered and coiled, creating a gray-white hole in its center out of thin air. The hole was only the size of an egg, but a faint spatial fluctuation emanated from it.

"It can indeed directly shatter space. The power of this refined Evil-Smiting Divine Lightning is even greater than I initially expected," Han Li murmured, a hint of joy appearing at the corner of his mouth.

Just then, a buzzing sound suddenly came from his sleeve.

Han Li was startled at first, but then his expression tightened as he recalled something, and he instinctively flicked his sleeve.

A flash of spiritual light!

A cyan talisman flew out from his cuff. After a shake, numerous cyan characters immediately scattered from it, then spun around and arranged themselves into several densely packed lines of text.

Han Li merely focused his gaze on these cyan characters for a couple of seconds, and his expression subtly changed.

"As expected, this True Immortal has indeed set foot on Fengyuan Continent. In that case, I cannot avoid this journey. If I can suppress or expel him from the Spirit Realm without affecting humanity, that would naturally be the best option." Han Li thought silently to himself. He no longer hesitated, immediately pointed a finger into the air at the cyan characters, and quickly made a few sweeping gestures.

Instantly, the cyan characters blurred, astonishingly transforming into another block of text. They then vanished one after another into the cyan talisman, disappearing without a trace.

Seeing this, Han Li raised a hand to retrieve the talisman, then stood up and walked out of the secret chamber.

Half an hour later, in the main hall of Qingyuan Palace, Han Li was seated on the main dais, giving instructions to the assembled group.

Nangong Wan sat beside Han Li, her seemingly calm face betraying a hint of worry.

Disciple Hai Dashao, Lan Yao'er, and others stood respectfully to the side.

Even Yin Yue, who had been in seclusion, appeared below Nangong Wan, her expression remarkably calm.

"In short, this trip of mine is quite perilous. Although I am quite confident in my ability to protect myself, there are still some matters I must explain beforehand. During my absence, all specific affairs in the palace will first be handled by Wan'er, with Yuetian and the other deacons assisting her. Yin Yue is at a crucial stage in her cultivation; she only needs to focus on her secluded cultivation. Furthermore, if something truly unexpected happens to me and I cannot return to Qingyuan Palace within a short time, you all should jointly activate this talisman. I have left some additional instructions within it; you only need to follow them." Han Li concluded, flipping his palm to reveal a violet-golden talisman. Faint threads of violet-golden electrical light shimmered across its surface.

As soon as Han Li uttered the word "Go," the talisman in his hand instantly transformed into a streak of violet-golden lightning and shot towards a large beam in the main hall.

After a roar, the lightning transformed into a violet-golden spiritual inscription, deeply embedding itself several inches into the surface of the beam. Its edges were remarkably neat, as if it had always been engraved there.

Hai Dashao and the other disciples naturally had no objections.

Nangong Wan and Yin Yue exchanged glances, then both nodded silently.

Early the next morning, Han Li, alone, departed Yuanhe Island on a streak of light, speeding directly towards the direction of Tianyuan City.

Similar scenes were unfolding among some of the tribes on Fengyuan Continent.

The Mahayana cultivators, who served as pillars for their respective tribes, received similar messages. After various considerations, most chose to immediately head towards the Outer Heavens of the Crying Fiend Land.

Some Mahayana cultivators, confident in their superior strength, even felt excitement as they embarked on their journey.

After all, killing or suppressing a living immortal was not an opportunity one easily encountered. If they were lucky, they might even obtain a heaven-defying fortune from the immortal.

More than ten days later, above the underground world where the Helian Merchant Alliance headquarters was located.

Two figures hovered high in the void. The black-robed youth among them looked at the empty, deserted structures below, his expression extremely grim.

The underground world had already been swept through several times by his immense divine sense. Not to mention people, not even a single flying insect could be found, as if all living beings there had evaporated into thin air.

As for the restrictive spell formations set up in the underground world, they had long been dismantled completely. In the buildings that were once important strongholds of the alliance, not even a single spirit stone remained.

"Master, it seems the Helian Merchant Alliance members received news early and withdrew ahead of time," Yang Lu said respectfully from the side, greatly surprised by the current outcome.

Given the Helian Merchant Alliance's reputation, their withdrawal without a fight was truly unexpected.

"Hmph, they aren't foolish. They knew they couldn't possibly contend with me alone, so they fled quite quickly. Never mind, let them run. Let's go directly after those two juniors. They have the divine soul mark I planted on them; even if they run to the ends of the earth, they can't escape my control. Heh heh, if we catch them, we might even find an unexpected surprise," Ma Liang said with a cold snort after a brief thought.

"Master means..." Yang Lu suddenly had a faint realization upon hearing this.

"I don't mean anything. However, last time, someone else used these two juniors as bait, but their fate wasn't good at all. It seems someone intends to try the same trick again," Ma Liang said, a stern look flashing across his face after he yawned.

"This subordinate understands. I will act according to Master's wishes," Yang Lu replied, his hands at his side.

"Let's go. Those two juniors' cultivation isn't much, but their escape techniques are quite extraordinary. Catching them won't be as simple as you think. However, their true essence should be almost depleted; even with some spiritual medicine, they won't recover much in a short time. This time, once I catch them, they definitely won't escape," Ma Liang said grimly.

He then made a hand seal, and a seven-colored cloud mist gathered beneath him, instantly enveloping him and shooting into the sky.

Seeing this, Yang Lu also transformed into a startling rainbow and hastily pursued.

At the same time, Six-Wing and Ice Phoenix were in a Helian Merchant Alliance outpost, an unknown distance away, listening with solemn expressions as Revered Ming gave them instructions.

"Rest assured, fellow Daoists. With this Departed Wind Divine Ark and these few talismans, even if that True Immortal's divine abilities are heaven-defying, they won't be able to catch you in a short time. Our alliance's request for you is also very simple: as long as you can lead them on a good long chase and then guide them punctually to the Outer Heavens of the Crying Fiend Land three months from now, you will have performed a great service," Bi Ying said with a serious expression.

"What great service? What good is that to me? Don't forget what you promised me," Six-Wing replied coldly.

After receiving the treasures mentioned by Revered Ming, he felt quite confident about luring Ma Liang to the specified location. Otherwise, knowing he was being used as bait, he wouldn't have obediently allowed himself to be arranged by the other party.

"Haha, don't worry about that. On Han Daoist's side, I will also intercede for you, ensuring he won't cause you any trouble within a thousand years. I believe Han Daoist will grant me this much consideration. As for fellow Daoist Ice Phoenix, our alliance cannot provide all the items you requested right now, but we will certainly do our best to collect them for you afterward," Revered Ming said with a slight smile.

"As long as Senior does her best, that will suffice," Ice Phoenix replied with a wry smile.

"If Fellow Daoist Revered Ming has no other instructions, then we should depart now. Given the opponent's speed, they might find this place within a day or two," Six-Wing said, his expression softening slightly.

"In that case, fellow Daoists, please act immediately. Our alliance will also abandon this outpost," Revered Ming nodded and said solemnly.

Thus, half an hour later, a dull thud echoed in the sky outside. A misty, amber-like flying ark appeared, and after a tremor, it transformed into a cyan rainbow and tore through the air, departing.

In the time that followed, hundreds more streaks of escape light shot out from the outpost simultaneously. After circling briefly, they split into several teams and darted off in different directions.

Two days later, a mass of seven-colored clouds appeared out of thin air above the outpost. After lingering for a moment, a cold snort emanated from it, followed by a flash of silver light as a thick column of lightning shot down from within.

Amidst the roar of the lightning, the entire outpost instantly turned to ashes.

The seven-colored cloud mass then blurred and departed from the area with lightning speed.

More than half a month later, an event that shocked the entire continent occurred.

The main city of the "Xihe Tribe," renowned as the most gifted in illusion arts on Fengyuan Continent, was trapped by a dozen boundless rivers of blood. The tens of millions of Xihe Tribe members living within were all refined into blood by those rivers.

Only two Mahayana elders who had originally guarded the main city received news in advance and left a step early, thus escaping the same tragic fate.

It was only then that rumors of the blood-sacrificing fiend officially spread across Fengyuan Continent.

Many small and medium-sized tribes located near the Xihe Tribe were greatly alarmed upon receiving this news and sent people to verify the truth of these rumors.

At the same time, more than a dozen of Fengyuan Continent's strongest cultivators, utilizing teleportation arrays across the merchant alliance's territories and traveling day and night, began to arrive at the Crying Fiend Land at varying times.

"This is the Crying Fiend Land. What dense Yin fiend energy!" Han Li murmured, gazing at the boundless expanse of black-green land before him.

Given his vast experience, the dense Yin fiend energy ahead, almost visible to the naked eye, still secretly astonished him.

If an ordinary cultivator were to enter this place, the fiendish energy alone would be enough to drive them mad and kill them.

And this Crying Fiend Land was, in fact, a renowned forbidden zone in the nearby region.

After observing for a moment, just as Han Li was about to enter with a flash of escape light, his expression subtly changed. He turned his head and gazed in another direction.

A moment later, a rumbling sound suddenly came from the ground in that direction, growing louder and more intense with each thud, as if some enormous creature was rapidly approaching across the land.