Chapter 2469: True Immortal Descends Life Token

"Is that true?" The crimson midget's expression had been fluctuating erratically, but upon hearing an unknown remark from the dark-skinned youth, he blurted out the question, immediately scrutinizing Han Li with a peculiar gaze.

Han Li's eyes narrowed slightly, a hint of surprise in his heart, but he remained silent.

"I've said all I can say. Whether you believe it or not is naturally up to you, fellow Daoist." The dark-skinned youth pouted, looking nonchalant.

"Alright, I'll trust you one more time. Fellow Daoist Han, I can be your spirit servant for a period, but you must take me with you when you ascend to the Immortal Realm. As for after we return to the Immortal Realm, if you can help me retrieve my Natal Crystal Orb, I can serve as your spirit servant for another period, allowing you to command me for tens of thousands of years. The spirit servant contract must also be established using a Demonic Sky Contract." The crimson midget spoke, a red glint flashing in his eyes.

"As long as Fellow Daoist Huo is willing to have a restriction planted, then this is naturally what I wish for," Han Li replied with a smile.

Seeing that the matter was settled, Moguang stopped wasting words. He immediately opened his mouth and spat out a cloud of ink-black gas into the air.

The black gas swirled and solidified into a dark, leathery scroll, which slowly drifted down.

"I've written all the contract details on it. If there are no issues, both of you can use your essence blood to write your names or imprints, and then attach a wisp of your spiritual sense to it."

As soon as he finished speaking, the dark-skinned youth first spat a ball of essence blood onto the black scroll. It dispersed in the wind, forming a strange symbol imprinted upon it.

Next, he formed a hand seal with one hand, and a beam of bloody light shot out from his brow, vanishing into the scroll.

Han Li, with a single gesture, vaguely drew the black scroll towards him. After lowering his head and examining it carefully several times, he nodded subtly.

The content written on the contract was largely consistent with their agreement. In some places, it was even much more lenient than he had originally imagined.

Though called a contract, it was more like an alliance designed for mutual checks and balances.

However, this arrangement made Han Li feel even more at ease.

He raised a finger, forcing a drop of essence blood onto the scroll.

A faint wisp of green light shimmered faintly within this drop of essence blood. As soon as it landed on the black scroll, it immediately transformed into two golden, ancient characters: 'Han Li'.

Han Li flicked his wrist, tossing the black scroll back to Hu Xuzi.

Hu Xuzi, the Fire Spirit Beast, merely glanced at it before casually casting a spell on it as well.

With a "poof" sound.

The black scroll blurred and instantly dissipated into the void as a wisp of green smoke.

Thus, the Demonic Sky Contract was completed, seemingly with ease.

"The matters here are largely settled. Let's return to the Human Race together. I believe with the help of you two fellow Daoists, I will undoubtedly benefit immensely in the future," Han Li said, his expression relaxing slightly.

"Hehe, since we've signed the contract, we'll act according to our agreement. Wherever you go, fellow Daoist, we will naturally follow," the dark-skinned youth chuckled.

"Alright then, after handling this last matter, we'll depart immediately," Han Li nodded.

"Last matter? Are you referring to the fellow who's been hiding below, listening to us since earlier?" Hu Xuzi asked, his eyes widening.

No sooner had he spoken than a certain spot on the ground below suddenly erupted in light, and a five-colored light array appeared out of thin air.

Almost simultaneously, in the low sky beneath Han Li and the others, a ripple appeared, and a white rainbow shot out, heading directly towards the light array.

Moguang, the Outerworld Demon, seemed to have known about this long ago. He immediately calmly slapped his hand backward.

With a tremendous "boom."

The light array on the ground, enveloped by a strange power, instantly shattered and exploded into pieces.

The white rainbow immediately circled once before revealing its true form nearby: it was another "Ming Zun."

However, his aura was several times weaker than before, and the look he gave Han Li and the others was extremely grim.

"So it's Fellow Daoist Ming Zun. It seems the one who died earlier was merely one of your avatars," Han Li said calmly upon seeing Ming Zun appear, showing no surprise.

"Avatar? What avatar could deceive mighty Mahayana cultivators like yourselves? The previous Ming Zun was also me, but merely a part of me. I never imagined that after all this painstaking planning, it would all end up benefiting you, Fellow Daoist Han," Ming Zun replied slowly after his expression changed several times.

At this moment, this Ming Zun was utterly vexed!

Although he had detonated the array in the Outer Heavens, he had also suffered heavy injuries from a portion of the backlash. Otherwise, he wouldn't have arrived only now, barely catching the final scene of Han Li slaying the True Immortal Ma Liang.

This naturally astonished him greatly!

Fortunately, he had always been shrewd and calculating. Although he knew his situation was dire, he still showed no panic on his face.

"So, Fellow Daoist used a soul-splitting technique. No wonder I detected nothing amiss beforehand. However, your self-detonated array not only failed to deal with that True Immortal, but even I survived it. Given this, shouldn't you, Brother Ming, give me an explanation?" Han Li said grimly, looking at Ming Zun.

"What explanation do you desire, Fellow Daoist? Speak freely. As long as it's within my ability, I will not refuse. The reason I resorted to such a desperate measure earlier was for the sake of the entire Spirit Realm. Besides, if not for the previous detonation of the grand array, even with your unfathomable divine abilities, Fellow Daoist Han, you likely wouldn't have been able to slay this True Immortal, would you?" Ming Zun replied with a bitter smile, secretly raising most of the magic power within his body, while also gripping several hidden treasures in his sleeves.

"Rest assured, Brother Ming, I won't ask you to do the impossible. I merely want your head. No matter how eloquently you speak, the fact that you nearly made me a sacrifice for that array earlier is undeniable. After I've slain you, I'll have the people of the Spirit Realm sing praises of your 'great achievements'," Han Li said with a hint of mockery at the corner of his mouth after listening.

Upon hearing this, Ming Zun's expression changed dramatically. Without a word, he raised both hands, sending out a dozen blood-red orbs. Then, he formed a hand seal, and the sound of wind and thunder erupted beneath his feet, summoning a pair of head-sized Wind-Thunder Wheels. Simultaneously, with a "whoosh" from his back, a pair of snow-white feathered wings, tens of feet long, materialized out of thin air.

With a flash of lightning beneath his feet and a powerful flap of his wings, he blurred into an indistinct shape and vanished into the wind.

When the sound of tearing air came again, he had already appeared thousands of feet away in the void, and without looking back, he immediately fled furiously towards the horizon.

Seeing this, Han Li snorted. As he moved his arm, about to do something, Moguang suddenly preempted him, clapping his hand forward into the void. Immediately, a violent black gale erupted.

The dozen or so blood-red orbs merely flickered before being swept into the wind. Consecutive "bang" sounds then echoed.

These orbs exploded into blood-red flames within the wind, without releasing any of their power.

"Brother Han, leave this person to Fellow Daoist Huo and me. We've just signed the Demonic Sky Contract, and it's time for us to show off a little in front of you," Moguang said with a grin, retracting his arm.

"Alright, since you two fellow Daoists are so willing, I'll leave this to you. This person is also of considerable origin, so you two must still be careful," Han Li said, first surprised by the offer. After glancing at the crimson midget, who clearly looked eager to try, he changed his mind and readily agreed.

"Haha, rest assured, Fellow Daoist Han! Slaying this person, even I alone would be enough!" Hu Xuzi burst out laughing, then rolled on the ground, transforming back into a crimson strange flood dragon tens of feet long, and chased after Ming Zun, spitting clouds and mist.

The dark-skinned youth next to him gave a low chuckle, then swayed his shoulder, transforming into a black streak and shooting out.

In the blink of an eye, the three successively vanished into the distant horizon.

Han Li's eyes suddenly narrowed. He shook his sleeve, and a golden beetle about a foot long flew out.

"Jiner, you go too. Don't let them discover you," Han Li commanded.

The golden beetle nodded slightly at Han Li. Its body flashed, shrinking more than ten times, then blurred into a faint phantom, and chased after them.

Only then did Han Li show a relieved expression, retracting his gaze. After a brief deliberation, he flipped his hand, and a gleaming golden storage bracelet appeared in his palm. After sweeping his spiritual sense through it, a look of great joy involuntarily appeared on his face.

With a swirl of golden light in front of him, a dark green small bottle, a silver-white gourd, and a slightly damaged jade token materialized out of thin air.

After Han Li swept his spiritual sense over these items, he grabbed the silver-white gourd. He opened its lid, then tilted it, and two gleaming golden pills instantly rolled out.

"True Soul Pills! I didn't expect this True Immortal to have more, besides the one he consumed earlier. It's likely that the one I found on Yang Lu was also obtained from him," Han Li murmured, unable to hide his excitement.

However, he immediately waved his sleeve, and the two golden pills and the silver gourd in his hand vanished.

With another movement of his arm, Han Li picked up the dark green small bottle. After fiddling with it briefly, he put it away with a solemn expression. His gaze then shifted to the damaged jade token with several bloodstains.

"Natal token?"

"It shouldn't be the natal token of the True Immortal I slew, otherwise it would have shattered completely. But if it belongs to someone else? Carrying such a damaged natal token to the lower realms is quite strange. Could it be that the owner of this natal token is in the Spirit Realm?" Han Li said, frowning slightly after sensing the aura on the token.

"If Fellow Daoist Han wishes to know the truth, it's not too difficult. Just use a secret technique and cast a simple spell on the token, and you'll know if its owner is in this realm," Daoist Crab, who had been silent until now, suddenly spoke.