A Mortal's Story of Cultivation into Immortality

At this time, Han Li was already at the foot of a hill two thousand miles away. His face changed drastically, becoming a middle-aged man with a three-strand beard, and his stature was also several inches shorter.

At this moment, there was no spiritual energy in his body, and he had turned back into an ordinary body refiner. He was sitting cross-legged on a piece of bluestone with his eyes slightly closed, without any expression on his face.

After a while, Han Li suddenly opened his eyes, with a smile on his lips, and murmured:

"Finally, the last trace of fire spirit energy in the body has been dissipated. Unless they come to check in person, they will never be able to identify it."

But even so, Han Li had no intention of leaving now.

Now is the time when the limelight is on the rise, and even though he has changed his appearance and aura, he is not willing to take any risks.

So he jumped down from the bluestone, and after a few jumps, he flew towards the mountain.

Soon, he arrived at a tight cliff covered by countless vines and shrubs.

Han Li looked around for a few times, nodded with satisfaction, and then took a deep breath. His two fists suddenly glowed with golden light and he aimed at the stone wall in front of him and struck out in series.

After loud "rumbling" sounds were heard one after another, a stone cave several feet deep suddenly appeared.

As soon as his body swayed, the person suddenly flashed into it.

Then he aimed at the entrance of the hole and punched the roof with his backhand.

Suddenly a pile of gravel fell down, blocking the entrance of the cave.

The cave immediately became pitch black.

Han Li didn't care. He turned his hand and a moonstone that he had prepared appeared in his hand.

He grabbed the stone and patted it gently on the roof of the cave. Under the great force, the moonstone was easily embedded in the roof of the cave.

Under the faint glimmering light, most of the cave was suddenly clear.

Han Li found a clean place and sat down. Then he flashed his spiritual ring, took out the blood-red vial from the storage bracelet, and looked at it with strange eyes.

Except for the blood-red light that is constantly emitting from this bottle, everything else is extremely ordinary. The material is extremely smooth to the touch, and seems to be ordinary porcelain.

Han Li gently touched the vial with his fingers, muttering to himself. At the same time, all the memories of the divine blood of the Flame-Eating Spirit Clan could not help but appear in his mind.

After a while, he frowned and took out a palm-sized jasper round bowl from the storage bracelet. Then he opened the cap of the blood-red vial, pointed it at the round bowl and tilted it down gently.

Purple light circulated at the mouth of the bottle, and it took a long time before seven or eight drops of dark purple liquid were slowly poured out. When they fell into the round bowl, they all dispersed immediately, unable to merge into one.

Han Li narrowed his eyes and stared carefully for a while, then stretched out a finger and tapped lightly on one of the drops of purple liquid. As a result, at the moment when his fingers seemed to be touching but not touching, the purple liquid suddenly jumped up on its own and wrapped his fingertips in it, as if it wanted to invade.

But Han Li raised his eyebrows and flashed golden light on his fingers, cutting off the purple night from his skin. Then with a slight shake, the liquid slipped into the round bowl again.

"Yes, it is indeed the spirit blood." Han Li's eyes flashed with excitement.

Next, he poured the purple liquid into the small bottle again, and then carefully put it into the storage bracelet, while he meditated and rested quietly in the cave.

Although he now has no mana, his ability to live without food has not been lost at all, and he does not need to eat or drink at all.

Not long after, a stream of spiritual thoughts swept across the hill where Han Li was. Han Li had no aura at all, so they all swept past without noticing his presence.

In the first few days, the searches of these spiritual thoughts were unusually frequent, and I could not wait to scan them more than ten times a day.

But after half a month, it immediately became only two or three times.

And after waiting another two months, it will only happen once a day, and the spiritual energy used is obviously far less powerful than before. It is obvious that the person searching is changed.

But Han Li calmly remained hidden in the cave and did not come out.

Just like that, half a year passed by, and no spiritual thoughts appeared again.

As soon as Han Li sensed this change in the cave, he felt happy.

But after waiting for several months, one day he opened his eyes, smashed the gravel at the entrance of the cave with a punch, and slowly walked out.

He looked at everything nearby, and after seeing no unusual changes, he immediately waved his sleeves with a smile and strode straight down the mountain.

Soon, his figure disappeared without a trace in the mountain forest.

A year later, in a small city near Sunset City, a young body refiner with a strange face arrived. After he hurriedly purchased a batch of things, he walked away and disappeared without a trace.

Because nothing was recovered in the end, things about the divine blood gradually spread.

In addition, some monks and body refiners who had participated in the war between the three clans at that time gradually proved this matter, and the matter actually caused a sensation for several years.

When Huang Liang Lingjun and other Void Refining-level people took action, the thing was captured by a mere god-forming cultivator, which naturally made people marvel.

Huang Liang Lingjun was still a little unwilling. After returning to Sunset City, he continued to pursue the matter for several years, and also devoted a lot of effort to find the identity of the treasure-catching monk.

As a result, he was extremely helpless. All of the magical powers revealed by the person who captured the treasure were extraordinary, but they seemed to pop out of the stone, without any clue at all.

A year or two later, Huoliang Lingjun left Sunset City and made an appointment with Huan Tianqi to go to the wild world. No one paid attention to this topic anymore, and the matter of the divine blood just ended.

A few years later, in the heart of a tall and majestic mountain far away from the human population, in a space surrounded by pitch black ink, a figure sat quietly cross-legged inside, with the golden light on his body flashing slightly.

Next to the figure, there was a blood-red vial lying on the ground, as if it was empty.

The figure sitting cross-legged just didn't move. If it weren't for the gentle rise and fall of his chest, he would be like a clay sculpture...

For mortals in the spiritual world, more than a hundred years means that most of their lives have passed. But for those cultivators with profound magic power, it is just a moment of life.

One day more than a hundred years later, everything in the giant mountain remained the same, but a group of heavily armed knights riding giant wolves escorted several extremely beautiful beast chariots, slowly passing by the foot of the mountain.

There were three people sitting on one of the carts, an old man with gray hair, a six or seven-year-old boy with a tough head, and a delicate girl of similar age.

The old man's forehead was full of wrinkles, but the skin under his neck was as shiny and elastic as a young man's, while the pair of hands exposed outside his sleeves were as dry as an old tree withered vines.

But the strange thing is that the nails on the old man's ten fingers are not only several inches long and look extremely sharp, but also glow with a faint red light, making them look extremely mysterious.

The pair of boys and girls opposite them also stared at the red light on their nails without blinking, looking very curious.

The old man did not hide the strangeness on his nails at all, he just looked at the pair of boys and smiled without saying a word.

Suddenly, there was a sound of animal hooves outside the window, and then a man's voice suddenly sounded outside the animal cart:

"Qi Huo Lao, the people sent to clear the way have returned. All the beasts and monsters within a thousand miles of Chuanyun Mountain have been wiped out."

"Well, you did a good job. In this way, our company has opened a new trade route. In more than ten years, there won't be any big problems." The old man's expression moved, and he raised one hand and slowly opened the curtains. .

I saw a burly middle-aged knight riding a mutated giant wolf with snow-white hair, following the beast cart with a respectful look on his face.

"However, you can be sure that there is not a single monster left in this mountain. If there is a monster that is good at hiding and hides cleverly enough, it is normal for the monster disk not to be discovered." The old man glanced at the knight, and his tone suddenly changed. Become serious.

"This shouldn't happen. In addition to the monster energy disk, I also invited several immortal masters to scan the entire mountain with their spiritual thoughts. Indeed, there are no more monsters in this mountain." The knight's face changed slightly, but immediately replied affirmatively.

"Oh, in this case, it seems that there is really no problem. Although the monks invited are only in the Dan-formation stage, there are no very high-level monsters in this mountain. That's it, keep going. "The old man nodded with satisfaction, complimented casually, and wanted to lower the curtains in his hands.

But at this moment, a sudden change occurred in the sky.

Suddenly, a loud sound like earth shattering came from high in the distance, followed by continuous rumbling sounds. Suddenly, the sky nearby was filled with dark clouds, and the sound of roaring followed, and the entire sky suddenly became extremely gloomy.

The whole process of changing the sky took only a moment, and the old man didn't even have time to close the curtains.

"What is that..." The middle-aged knight stood outside the beast cart. He glanced at the top of the huge mountain and suddenly lost his voice in surprise.

The old man frowned, raised his hand and knocked three times on the carriage.

The beast cart paused and immediately stopped.

The old man pushed the car door, and he stepped out of the beast cart, appeared on the flat ground outside the car, and then looked towards the sky where the top of the giant mountain was.

As a result, his expression suddenly changed.

"Heavenly tribulation, there are monks here to deal with the celestial tribulation! It's a bit strange. This doesn't seem to be a small tribulation, but it doesn't look like a big tribulation either." The old man looked at the celestial phenomenon of electric snakes dancing wildly on the top of the mountain in confusion, and was a little dazed. .

I saw that the top of the huge mountain in the distance had become as dark as the bottom of a pot. Gold and silver arcs appeared and danced in the clouds, and the dull rumbling sound came from there. And slightly below the black clouds, waves of white misty hurricanes roared wildly, hitting the top of the mountain constantly, causing rocks to crack and trees to fly.

At this time, the entire convoy stopped, and the knights all stared dumbly at this spectacle that they might never witness in their lifetime.

However, several people in the other beast carts flew into the air, and after circling for a while, they all flew towards the old man.

(First update!)