Chapter 811: Outside the Valley

In a flash of white light, a beautiful and gentle woman in a green robe sat atop a spirit beast as white as snow.

In an instant, the spirit beast arrived above the small valley with lightning speed. It immediately retracted its wings and swooped downwards. Just as it was about to plunge into the dense vines below, the woman raised her hand and cast a spell.

Suddenly, green light flashed below, and the vines vanished, revealing a layer of green light curtain.

Without hesitation, the woman in green urged her spirit beast forward. With a flash of white light, they instantly disappeared into the light curtain.

Beneath the light curtain lay a different world. Six cultivators, also clad in green robes, were seated within a five-pointed magic formation in the center of the small valley.

The formation was not large, spanning only about six or seven zhang. Five individuals sat cross-legged at its five corners, with spiritual light flickering along the formation's edges. A long-bearded old man, his eyes closed, sat in the center.

Suddenly, the old man opened his eyes and looked up at the sky.

A ball of white light slowly descended, and moments later, the woman in the green robe stood before the old man and bowed.

"Disciple greets Senior Martial Uncle," the woman in green said respectfully in a low voice. "The miasma in the mountain range has completely receded. Many cultivators have already headed to the Demonfall Valley."

"Has the Ghost Spirit Sect departed?" the long-bearded old man asked slowly, stroking his beard. "Most of the Ghost Spirit Sect has not yet set off, but a few disciples have gone ahead," the woman replied cautiously after a moment of thought.

"Hmph! Since those old fellows from the Ghost Spirit Sect haven't set off yet, there's no need for us to rush. Just keep an eye on the elders accompanying them on this trip, and nothing will go wrong. Niece Han, continue to monitor their movements. Report immediately if there's any unusual activity." The long-bearded old man instructed, his expression unchanged.

"Yes, Senior Martial Uncle. I will depart now," the woman in green replied without hesitation, accepting the order.

She then bowed to the old man again, gracefully mounted her spirit beast, and flew into the air. Soon, she ascended past the light curtain and disappeared from sight.

The old man watched the disappearing figure of the woman in green. A sharp glint flickered in his eyes, revealing a hint of contemplation, but his expression quickly returned to normal.

Meanwhile, the five male and female cultivators around the magic formation remained perfectly still, their faces devoid of expression, like wooden figures, from the moment the woman in green appeared until she departed.

The long-bearded old man seemed accustomed to this sight, showing no surprise. He closed his eyes again. On the peak of a tall mountain, a grey-robed Daoist in his fifties or sixties stood motionless on a rock. Facing the strong wind, his eyes were slightly narrowed as he gazed towards Demonfall Valley.

Behind him stood two tall figures, one red and one green, each approximately two zhang in height.

However, a closer look revealed that the two figures had green faces and tusks, utterly devoid of expression. They were, in fact, two mechanical puppets resembling malevolent ghosts.

At this moment, the Daoist looked back at the two puppets. A hint of self-satisfaction flashed across his face, and he murmured to himself.

"With the help of these two ancient puppets, comparable to Nascent Soul cultivators, I'm sure this trip to Demonfall Valley will be greatly rewarding." After speaking, the Daoist released two magical incantations.

Immediately, the two ghost puppets rapidly shrank and flew into his large sleeve. Then, the Daoist transformed into a streak of red light and soared through the air, heading directly towards Demonfall Valley.

Elsewhere, high in the sky, three long streaks of light flew side by side.

Within these streaks of light, two old men and one woman were swiftly moving towards Demonfall Valley.

If Han Li were to see these three, he would immediately be greatly astonished, as two of them were individuals he knew.

One of them, an old man with a sallow complexion dressed in yellow robes, was precisely Old Ancestor Linghu of the Yellow Maple Valley. Beside him, the pale-faced, cold-expressioned woman in white was none other than the Grand Elder of the Masked Moon Sect, Senior Sister of Nangong Wan.

The only old man Han Li didn't recognize had high eyebrows, deep-set eyes, a lion-like nose, and a large mouth, giving him a particularly unusual appearance.

The three remained silent, simply pressing on with their journey. Their streaks of light, emitting dazzling brilliance, swept across the sky, transforming into three points of light that vanished in an instant.

Similar scenes were unfolding frequently near the Myriad Mountain Range. Many cultivators were utterly confident about their trip to Demonfall Valley.

Meanwhile, Han Li had also arrived near Demonfall Valley.

On a small hill about ten li from the entrance, he calmly gazed towards Demonfall Valley, lost in thought.

Even without using his spiritual sense, he knew that within this area, spanning dozens of li, over a thousand cultivators had gathered. Among them were many hidden Nascent Soul stage old monsters. While these old monsters might not possess cultivation as profound as the Three Great Cultivators, their secret techniques and divine abilities were notoriously tricky and difficult to deal with; none of them were to be underestimated. Han Li was not arrogant enough to believe that besides the Three Great Cultivators and the Mulan Divine Masters, he had nothing to fear from anyone else. A single moment of carelessness could also cost him his life here.

As Han Li pondered, he occasionally glanced at the entrance to Demonfall Valley.

Had it not been for the initial gathering of cultivators here, Han Li would genuinely not have believed that such an ordinary mountain pass was the entrance to Demonfall Valley. However, above the entrance, grey clouds surged, and spiritual energy surged, presenting numerous strange phenomena that made anyone who saw them feel a chill in their heart.

From the outside, the entrance appeared to be only about ten zhang wide. Han Li extended his spiritual sense into the valley mouth, performing a brief reconnaissance. His spiritual sense, however, only penetrated about a hundred zhang before being blocked by an inexplicable restriction within the valley, thus preventing him from perceiving the so-called spatial rift.

Although Han Li could have relied on his powerful spiritual sense to forcibly break through, facing a perilous place like Demonfall Valley, he hesitated for a moment and prudently withdrew his spiritual sense.

Following this, Han Li sat cross-legged on the small hill and closed his eyes, entering a meditative state.

Time passed slowly. Half a day later, Han Li's spiritual sense detected an increasing number of cultivators gathering in the area. Among them were a few auras that felt faintly familiar, indicating individuals he recognized.

Han Li pondered for a moment, identifying each of these individuals, but his brow furrowed slightly. Just then, an alarmed and angry voice suddenly rang out from nearby.

"The Mulan people are here! They're Mulan Spellcasters. They truly intend to enter the valley for treasure!"

As soon as the voice fell silent, the entire entrance area immediately erupted in commotion.

Han Li's heart also chilled, and he opened his eyes to look.

In the sky not far away, a strange flying carriage was slowly approaching.

This carriage was much larger than an ordinary one, cone-shaped and over twenty zhang long. Its surface gleamed with silver light, inscribed with countless densely packed talismans. It was clearly no ordinary artifact. Inside the carriage stood over a dozen cultivators dressed in Mulan attire. Who else could they be but Mulan Spellcasters?

Seeing this, a hint of surprise appeared on Han Li's face.

Although he had previously heard rumors that the Mulan people also intended to get involved in this chaotic situation, he always thought it highly unlikely.

After all, while the Mulan people had made peace, both sides suffered significant casualties in the border war. The Mulan people had formed deep enmities with many sects. Without centuries of gradual influence, such grudges could not be easily resolved.

Under these circumstances, it was truly incredible that the Mulan people dared to venture deep into the heartland of Tiannan, aiming to enter Demonfall Valley for treasure. Weren't they afraid of being ambushed by cultivators eager for revenge?

As Han Li pondered these doubts, the massive flying carriage arrived in the air above the entrance. The faces of the people inside were now clearly visible to the naked eye.

Han Li's gaze shifted to the two leading figures, and a realization dawned on him.

Since these two were leading the group, there was indeed no need to fear ordinary cultivators seeking revenge. However, Han Li was still somewhat puzzled as to why the Mulan Three Great Cultivators would permit them to come here.

The two Spellcasters standing at the very front of the flying carriage, a man and a woman, were none other than Scholar Zhong and the woman named Yue who controlled the ancient lamp, both Mulan Divine Masters. With Scholar Zhong's late Nascent Soul stage divine abilities, he could indeed suppress any attempts at revenge from ordinary cultivators.

The flying carriage landed on a small hill not far from Han Li. The Spellcasters disembarked one by one. The woman named Yue formed a hand seal, shrinking and collecting the flying carriage. The rest of them stared intently at the entrance of Demonfall Valley, their expressions revealing surprise.

It seemed they were just as surprised as Han Li.

Just as the cultivators were observing the Mulan people's arrival with cold eyes and great hostility, streaks of light once again flashed on the distant horizon. Over a hundred fleeing lights suddenly appeared there, shooting towards this location.

"It's the Ghost Spirit Sect!" someone immediately recognized the origin of these fleeing lights and whispered.

All gazes, which had been fixed on the Mulan Spellcasters, instantly shifted towards the sky.

Han Li, meanwhile, let out a cold snort internally, his eyes flickering uncertainly.

These fleeing lights were not particularly fast; they flew unhurriedly to the sky above the valley entrance, then descended at a distance of over a hundred zhang from the entrance.

After their brilliance faded, over a hundred cultivators in black robes were revealed. They were all members of the Ghost Spirit Sect. However, the three leading cultivators standing at the forefront of the group caught Han Li's attention.

Han Li was startled to recognize the cultivator on the far left among these three: it was Wang Tiangu from the Ghost Spirit Sect.

With a stir in his heart, Han Li's gaze swept over the crowd, and indeed, he found Wang Chan and Yan Ruyan.

Wang Chan appeared to have all his limbs intact, seemingly normal. However, Yan Ruyan, standing beside him, seemed to be in poor spirits, looking a little haggard.

"Could it be that the Fiendish Yin Cleave back then didn't cause him severe injury? Or did he reattach his severed limbs, and it's just not apparent?" Han Li's mind raced, and two unconfirmed possibilities immediately surfaced.

However, given Han Li's current cultivation and reputation, Wang Chan no longer posed any threat to him. So, his gaze shifted and refocused on the other two Nascent Soul cultivators leading the group.

The cultivator in the center was a grim-faced middle-aged man dressed in voluminous black robes. His demeanor exuded an extraordinary aura of authority, indicating that he held significant power and was accustomed to giving orders.

To his right was a pale-faced old man with white hair and beard. His hawk-like eyes, however, gleamed with sharp light, and his body was imbued with a dense, malevolent aura.

Both of these individuals were Nascent Soul cultivators, but their faces were unfamiliar, suggesting they hadn't participated in the border war. However, the old man was already at the mid-Nascent Soul stage, which made Han Li look at him a few more times.

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