The Golden Flame Descends

At that moment, Han Li’s face was taut with tension. His gaze was fixed unblinkingly on his opponent’s every move, his hand firmly gripping the wolf-headed jade ruyi of red and yellow. Behind him, a silver light flashed, and a pair of silver-white wings materialized on his back.

“Eightfold Golden Light Mirrors! How could he have such a heaven-defying thing?” Han Li couldn’t help but reveal a bitter smile.

The moment he recalled the origin of this artifact, his first thought was that he absolutely could not tank this attack head-on.

Only a fool would try to directly withstand a legendary treasure like that!

The “Eightfold Golden Light Mirrors” was a peerless magical treasure that had once destroyed a Star Palace Master. It had once been wielded by a cultivator whose techniques were so profound they shook the entire Chaotic Star Sea for centuries. That cultivator single-handedly fought the entire Star Palace force without losing ground, earning the undisputed title of the number one cultivator of the Star Sea in that era.

The main reason for his great fame was, of course, his own cultivation level—the “Heavenly Mirror Hermit’s” cultivation had been unmatched across the entire Star Sea at the time. But the immense power of his intrinsic magical treasure, the “Eightfold Golden Light Mirrors,” was also widely known. In its day, it was called the number one offensive magical treasure of the Star Sea.

Countless cultivators had died under its mirrors, including five or six Nascent Soul stage cultivators. This clearly demonstrated the terror of this magical treasure!

Of course, Wen Tianren’s eight mirrors were definitely not the same item that belonged to the “Heavenly Mirror Hermit” of old. They were merely imitation replicas.

After all, with Wen Tianren’s cultivation level, he couldn’t possibly have spanned a major realm to control a magical treasure of such infinite power. If he had tried to absorb that treasure into his body, he would have been torn apart by its sheer overwhelming energy.

If it had been the genuine article, Han Li would have fled without a second thought, without even entertaining the idea of a confrontation.

But even facing this drastically weakened replica, Han Li had no intention of receiving the attack head-on. After all, the reputation of the number one offensive magical treasure of the Star Sea was far too terrifying. If it came down to it, he planned to use the speed of the Wind Lightning Wings to avoid the brunt of the attack.

He still had some confidence in the lightning-dodging speed of the Wind Lightning Wings. So, although he was nervous, he did not appear flustered.

On Wen Tianren’s side, the golden light, having been reflected by the final mirror, coalesced into a golden sphere the size of a head. It floated in the air in front of his chest, flickering uncertainly, growing and shrinking, as if it were about to explode at any moment.

Without hesitation, Wen Tianren waved his hand toward the sphere. With a “whoosh,” it flew directly into his palm.

Holding the sphere with one hand, he glanced at Han Li across from him. When his gaze fell on the wings on Han Li’s back, a flash of a strange expression crossed his face, but it vanished in an instant.

Behind them, Fairy Ziling, who was standing at the back, looked at the golden horn between Wen Tianren’s brows, then at the silver wings on Han Li’s back. She felt her mouth go dry, a complex expression on her face.

This fierce battle between the two men had truly opened her eyes. It was nothing like what ordinary cultivators could achieve. And now, both sides had brought out their ultimate moves, clearly about to decide life and death.

Under this tense atmosphere, the woman held her breath, silently watching without a word.

As for which of the two she secretly hoped would win, only she herself knew that!

Wen Tianren made his move!

He suddenly rotated the golden sphere in his hand until it was horizontal across his chest. Then, with his other hand, he lightly patted it. After the two palms struck together above and below, the sphere shattered, and countless thumb-sized balls of light flew out in all directions. But, with eerie precision, not a single one missed its target as they shot into the eight small mirrors.

Immediately, the golden mirrors all blazed with light at the same time. After a brief trembling, eight thick, bowl-wide beams of golden light shot out from the mirrors.

These beams of light appeared to have traveled to Han Li’s side the very moment they left the mirrors, their speed causing even Han Li’s expression to change.

A series of “puffing” sounds came in quick succession.

The outermost layer of sword lights, conjured by the Shadow-Image Sword Technique, instantly vanished upon first contact with these beams. Even the main bodies of the Azure Bamboo Cloudswarm Swords, after being struck by this golden light, flashed with azure light and were helplessly knocked away without being able to stop the golden light in the slightest.

Behind them, the Five Elements Great Ring flickered with multicolored light and managed to hold them back for a brief moment. But then it let out a mournful cry. The multicolored light flashed wildly, and the great ring shattered and broke apart before Han Li’s very eyes, turning into countless motes of powder.

A look of shock appeared on Han Li’s face, along with a pang of regret in his heart.

This Five Elements Ring wasn’t very useful against cultivators of high cultivation, but it was incredibly effective against low-level cultivators. It was a very handy tool. Truly a pity!

He watched as these extraordinarily sharp golden beams broke through the great ring and were just about to reach the final layer of the light shield.

Han Li let out a soft sigh. A clap of thunder sounded behind him, and with a slight flap of his Wind Lightning Wings, his figure vanished from the spot. The eight beams of light pierced through the place where he had been standing!

The next moment, Han Li suddenly appeared in another part of the sky, several dozen zhang away. The sound of thunder rang out again, and his figure vanished once more.

Seeing this, Wen Tianren was momentarily stunned. Then, his expression changed as he seemed to remember something. A red light flashed beneath him, and with a “swoosh,” he shot backwards, fleeing to another spot not far away.

The instant he left his original position, Han Li appeared precisely where he had been. A flash of azure sword light flickered on one of his hands, and a hint of surprise appeared on his face. Then, without any courtesy, he vanished again in a “rumbling” flash of silver light.

This time, Wen Tianren did not flee. Instead, a golden light shot out from the golden horn between his brows. The eight small mirrors simultaneously flew up into the air, facing downward. The golden light flew into one of them, and all eight let out a low hum together. Then, countless beams of golden light poured out from the mirrors in a blanket, raining down in all directions around him.

As a result, Han Li’s figure emerged about ten zhang behind Wen Tianren. Immediately, countless beams of golden light swept upwards, trapping Han Li firmly within them.

Han Li’s expression changed drastically. He hurriedly urged the Wind Lightning Wings behind him, but his body, trapped in the golden light, felt as if it were frozen solid, completely unable to move an inch.

Without hesitation, Han Li waved both hands. Two flying swords shot out from his palms, hacking and slashing wildly at the surrounding golden light. The golden light remained completely unmoved.

Han Li’s heart sank. He quickly opened his mouth again, and a thick, finger-sized golden arc of lightning shot out. The surrounding golden light flashed faintly, and then continued on as if nothing had happened.

Just then, the golden light interwove with the protective shield of red and yellow light around him. The shield began to tremble violently, as if it were about to be pierced through by this golden light.

Han Li’s face turned pale. He waved the ruyi in his hand, pouring his spiritual power into it. The originally red and yellow protective shield blazed with light. Then, its color began to change. After a few moments, it transformed into a brilliant silver-white hue. Immediately, that golden light could no longer advance a single inch.

Seeing this, Wen Tianren did not look surprised. Instead, a cruel expression flickered across his face. He made a hand seal with both hands, and the eight small mirrors suddenly shot up towards the top of Han Li’s head. Golden light burst forth, transforming into eight clumps of golden flames above Han Li.

At this point, a solemn expression appeared on Wen Tianren’s face. His hands kept forming various extremely complex hand seals, and a low chanting sound emerged from his mouth.

Then, he opened his mouth and spat out several clumps of his essence blood in succession. With each spurt, his face grew a shade paler. After he spat out eight mouthfuls of essence blood that all flew into the golden flames, his face had become deathly pale, without a trace of blood.

But the eight clumps of golden flames immediately erupted in a blaze of fire, their power doubling in an instant.

“You can consider yourself fortunate to die under the legendary Golden Light Divine Flames. With your level of magical power, surviving an hour or two within these divine flames would count as a great skill on your part,” Wen Tianren said coldly, looking at Han Li in the light shield with a sinister voice.

Then, without further delay, he pointed a finger at the air above. The eight clumps of golden flames above Han Li’s head fell one after another.

In an instant, Han Li was engulfed in the raging golden fire.

Wen Tianren’s form flickered, transforming into a beam of golden light that flew to a spot above the flames. He sat down cross-legged.

Then, he formed an exceedingly strange hand seal. A faint, almost invisible strand of golden thread shot out from the golden horn between his brows, flying directly into the golden flames below. It connected with the golden light surrounding Han Li, and he slowly closed his eyes.

Inside the flames, Han Li had become calm again. He stared at the golden light around his body and the golden flames surrounding the light, his expression a mask of intense concentration.

The moment these golden flames appeared, the spiritual power within his body began to drain from him at five or six times its previous rate. If not for that, the silver light shield would have become unstable and seemed on the verge of collapsing.

It seemed his opponent was trying to drain his spiritual power dry with these golden flames, and then burn him alive to ashes.

If he hadn’t taken the time while overseas to deduce the method for strengthening the wolf-headed ruyi’s shield, he would probably have lost his life in an instant.

The power of these Golden Light Divine Flames also seemed quite extraordinary. Although they were inferior to the Qianlan Ice Flame, and far less powerful than the Asura Holy Flame, they were probably not beneath Extreme Yin’s Capital Corpse Fire. Han Li analyzed the power of the flames in his mind.