Compared to when Shi Chuankong had taken the treasures before, the three immortal artifacts no longer possessed that seamless quality shrouded in invisible fluctuations. All that remained between them was a faint, almost imperceptible, peculiar aura.

Han Li's gaze narrowed slightly as he reached out with one hand, grabbing toward the golden compass closest to him.

This time, there were no unusual occurrences. Han Li easily took the Zhenyan Sect's treasure into his hand.

After a flash of golden light, the golden compass vanished, taken into Han Li's storage bracelet.

As soon as this object disappeared, time, which had been suspended in the hall, resumed its flow.

The space fissures that had been slowly expanding now suddenly surged, each growing several times larger.

Two soft "poof" sounds echoed, and large sprays of blood erupted from Feng Lin's neck, raining down everywhere. At the same time, Gui Tian's body also emitted "hissing" sounds, and plumes of gray smoke billowed out.

Neither of them had time to understand what was happening before their figures were swallowed by the expanding space fissures.

The others were all shocked and quickly moved to avoid the area.

Immortal Venerable Rehuo steered clear of the space fissures near him, feeling lingering fear as he recalled his brief memory loss. If Han Li hadn't helped, his situation would likely have been no better than theirs.

Han Li suddenly felt a loosening around him. When he looked at the Zhenyan Treasure Wheel again, the three time crystal threads had been completely consumed.

He flashed forward again, raising his palm to grab toward the Miro Treasure Canopy.

"Boom!"

But just as his hand was about to touch the canopy, a violent spatial fluctuation erupted.

A black rift far more terrifying than the previous space fissures stretched out from behind the Miro Treasure Canopy and the Rota Lute, swallowing half the hall.

The Miro Treasure Canopy and the Rota Lute also fell into it, plunging into the deep darkness.

Han Li sighed in his heart as he gazed at the enormous space fissure that resembled an abyssal cliff. Although reluctant, he didn't want to risk his life. He took the Zhenyan Treasure Wheel into his body and frantically reversed it, preparing to flee.

However, out of the corner of his eye, he saw that Shi Chuankong was covered in a set of silver-black armor. His body was surrounded by a blurry light, and he vanished in a flash.

Sensing something, Han Li turned to look into the abyssal rift and saw a blurred shadow suddenly appear next to the Rota Lute. It was Shi Chuankong.

With a wave of his hand, he grabbed the silver lute, and his figure became blurry again.

"Madman..."

Han Li cursed inwardly, ignoring him as he turned to flee out of the hall.

Ahead of him, Immortal Venerable Rehuo and Su Liu were already fleeing from the hall. Only a white bone skeleton covered in a gray robe moved against the flow, passing Han Li and heading straight for Shi Chuankong.

The skeleton, referred to as "Mr. Gu" by the other gray immortals, shone a bright gray light from his bone staff. It suddenly swelled into a bone scythe dozens of feet long, carving a huge scythe shadow in the void toward Shi Chuankong.

Shi Chuankong had barely escaped the abyssal rift, his face pale. The silver-black armor around him seemed to have exhausted its spiritual energy, and its light was extremely dim. He had no chance of resisting this attack, let alone dodging it.

A determined look appeared on his face. A section of white bone protruded from the center of his palm, and a large amount of silvery-red blood flowed out. He smeared it on the Rota Lute, then lightly hooked his fingers and plucked heavily on the strings.

"Zheng..."

An indescribably sharp sound rang out.

Han Li was about to leap out of the hall when he suddenly felt as if he had been struck by an invisible sound wave. He was held in place by a strange force.

Then, he felt an extremely strong spatial fluctuation coming from behind him.

When he turned to look, he couldn't see Shi Chuankong and Mr. Gu. He could only see that the already chaotic void had become even more fragmented. Huge vortexes, some pitch-black and others filled with gray mist, emerged from all directions, completely tearing the hall apart.

Han Li felt bitter in his heart. He wanted to burn time crystal threads again, but it was already too late. One of the gray mist vortexes, hundreds of feet in diameter, rapidly expanded and devoured him like a gigantic, sky-swallowing mouth.

He felt as if he had fallen into a rapidly spinning vortex. He was dizzy and disoriented, his whole body felt like it was falling apart, and even his consciousness gradually dissipated.

After an unknown amount of time, Han Li woke up from a haze with a sharp pain in his mind.

He supported himself with his hands and barely sat up, only to find the ground beneath him dry and rough, covered with fine dust.

Enduring the soreness of his body, Han Li raised his hand to his eyes to examine it, but his vision was blurry and he couldn't focus on his palm.

He shook his head heavily and secretly circulated the Refining Spirit Art. After a while, his consciousness gradually cleared.

When his vision returned to normal, he saw that his hand was covered in a layer of grayish-white dust. When he rubbed his fingers together, the dust stuck together slightly.

He frowned, brushed the dust from his palm, and turned to scan his surroundings. As far as his eyes could see, the ground was covered with grayish-white dust, stretching to the horizon.

Where is this place?

The scene of being sucked into the spatial vortex flooded his mind, and Han Li couldn't help but feel bewildered.

The sky, which met the horizon, looked gloomy. It seemed to be covered with a thick layer of lead-gray clouds, pressing the skyline so low that it gave the illusion that there were only a hundred feet between heaven and earth.

Deep in the clouds, three dim yellow lights hung high, looking like three suns.

The low sky, the grayish-white tones, and the indescribable smell in the air made him feel very uncomfortable, and a feeling of oppression arose in his heart.

After sitting quietly for a moment, Han Li examined his condition and found that he had no injuries. But then his expression suddenly turned somewhat unsightly.

He found that the feeling of harmony with the world that he had always maintained had disappeared, and his body could no longer absorb spiritual energy from heaven and earth.

Could it be that the spiritual apertures in his body were closed? Han Li was startled and quickly closed his eyes to examine himself carefully.

After a moment, he slowly opened his eyes, feeling relieved but also grave. There was nothing wrong with his spiritual apertures. The problem was the environment he was in.

There was no spiritual energy left in the heaven and earth around him. Instead, wisps of baleful aura were mixed in the air. When he had first woken up, he thought it was the baleful aura in his own body causing trouble, but now he understood that it was the work of this heaven and earth.

Han Li retracted his gaze and took out a golden elixir, swallowing it before slowly standing up.

"No matter what, I have to figure out where this is..." he muttered to himself, his eyes already gleaming, and his spiritual sense suddenly expanded, probing in all directions.

"Huh..." After a moment, he made a soft sound and looked in one direction.

Because the sky was so low, he could only see a grayish-white scene. After thinking for a moment, a light flashed on his body, and he rose into the air, flying in that direction.

After flying about ten miles, Han Li hovered in the high altitude, and a blurry figure appeared at the end of his line of sight, seemingly trapped in a strange, brownish-gray area.

He frowned and flew toward it. The closer he got, the clearer the figure became. It was a handsome man with purple robes and snow-white curly hair. It was Shi Chuankong.

At this moment, he seemed to be in a coma, his aura was very weak, and there was no fluctuation in his spiritual sense. His body was sinking into a swamp bubbling with dark brown bubbles.

Han Li glanced around and realized that the concentration of baleful aura in this swamp was several times higher than in the air. As it pulled Shi Chuankong's body into the depths of the swamp, it was also madly invading his body.

If it weren't for a purple jade pendant hanging from his waist, which was protecting its owner with its own spirituality without being urged by anyone, his body would probably have been completely destroyed by the baleful aura.

However, the purple jade pendant was, after all, an inanimate object. Without the support of mana, it could not be maintained for long. The spiritual light emitted from its surface had become very faint, and it would be exhausted in less than a moment. At that time, it would no longer be able to protect Shi Chuankong.

Before that, his body would completely sink into the swamp, and he would disappear from this world.

Han Li's impression of Shi Chuankong was so-so, and he even wanted to deliberately alienate him. On the one hand, he didn't want the other party to discover his true identity, and on the other hand, he felt that this person's identity was secretive and could not be deeply associated with.

But if he had any hostility towards him, it was out of the question.

So, after hesitating for a moment, Han Li still rolled up his sleeves and waved a piece of cyan light to wrap his body, trying to pull it out of the swamp.

However, when he pulled it, he immediately realized that there was a strong force holding Shi Chuankong's body back, pulling him down towards the swamp.

Han Li was startled and his eyes shone with purple light. He quickly concentrated and looked down at Shi Chuankong's body.

When he used his spiritual sense to probe just now, he only noticed that there were faint spiritual power fluctuations and a relatively strong baleful aura here, but he did not notice any monsters lurking there again.

Under the gaze of the Nine Nether Devil Eyes, Han Li's eyes suddenly flashed, and he flew straight up into the high altitude like electricity.

Just as he flew into the high altitude, the ground beneath him trembled violently. The brownish-gray swamp heaved violently, and huge bubbles kept popping up, rising upwards.

Immediately afterwards, Han Li saw the ground beneath him split apart, turning into nearly a hundred areas of ten feet in size, like black lotus petals, layer upon layer, rising towards the center and closing together.

If Han Li hadn't noticed the abnormality in advance and escaped, he would probably have been swallowed by it at this moment.

However, although he avoided it, Shi Chuankong was trapped in it and was about to be completely submerged by the swamp.

"What the hell is this..." Han Li cursed inwardly, and a sword light had already lit up in his hand.

With a wave of his arm, a sharp cyan sword energy, wrapped in strands of golden lightning, vertically slashed towards the strange swamp below.

"Zizlala..."

After a burst of golden light, there were bursts of "gugugu" sounds from the dark brown swamp, and then, with a "boom", it burst open.

Han Li reversed the true wheel in his body and flashed continuously, constantly shuttling through the fragments of the exploding swamp. After arriving next to Shi Chuankong, he grabbed the front of his clothes and retreated violently.

When he flew a hundred feet away, Han Li suddenly felt a burning pain on his arm. When he moved his eyes to look, he found that there were actually more than a dozen black tentacles as thick as little fingers connected to Shi Chuankong's back. Hundreds of black crystal threads as thin as hair had been split from them, and many had climbed onto his arm.

Along with the appearance of the burning pain, Han Li also felt a powerful, invasive baleful aura that was pouring into his body madly along those tiny wounds.

He frowned tightly and with a thought, a silver light lit up on his shoulder, and a silver flame villain flashed out from it. It slashed down along his arm and landed on those black crystal threads.

As soon as it came into contact with the black crystal threads, it opened its mouth and suddenly spat out. A blazing silver flame lit up in the depths of its throat, and the rolling flames poured out, spreading along the crystal threads all the way to the black tentacles on Shi Chuankong's body, burning fiercely.

Along with the spread of a somewhat pungent smell, the black tentacles immediately separated from Shi Chuankong's body and fell towards the swamp below.

"Burn them all..." Han Li shouted in a low voice.

The silver flame villain immediately leaped into the air, spread its arms in mid-air, and immediately transformed into a huge silver flame firebird, swooping down towards the ground and crashing into it with a bang.

The silver crimson flames immediately spread, engulfing an area of hundreds of feet.

Han Li hovered in the high altitude and saw that the ground below was shaking violently. It actually began to collapse little by little, eventually forming a huge sinkhole hundreds of feet in size.

The silver flame firebird successfully retreated and flew back, transforming back into the silver flame villain and landing on Han Li's shoulder. Its small face was slightly wrinkled, and it showed none of the joy of a triumphant return.

"You don't like the environment here?" Han Li turned his head and glanced at it, tentatively asking.

The silver flame villain hurriedly nodded emphatically.

"I don't like it either. Let's go back to my body first, we'll leave here." Han Li smiled and said.

The silver flame villain immediately flashed and disappeared from Han Li's shoulder.

Han Li put away the Green Bamboo Bee Cloud Swords, glanced down at Shi Chuankong, who was being held in his hand, and realized that the back of his neck was dark black, obviously he had already been invaded by the baleful aura.

He frowned tightly, found a direction and flew away, away from here.

Han Li turned on the Nine Nether Devil Eyes throughout the whole process and found a relatively safe gray-white rubble beach and flew down.

After landing, he turned Shi Chuankong's body upside down. After checking, he found that the baleful aura on his body had accumulated a lot. In addition, he seemed to have suffered a lot of injuries in the Zhenyan Sect ruins before, and he could not wake up on his own at all at this moment.

If this situation was allowed to continue, even if he did not continue to absorb the baleful aura, his life might not be in danger, but his body would definitely be difficult to preserve, and his path of cultivation would be at an end.

"That's all... let's help people to the end, and send the Buddha to the west. As for whether you can wake up and recover, it depends on your own good fortune." Han Li's eyes narrowed slightly, and he murmured.

After saying that, he turned his wrist, and a dragon-eye-sized, ink-like elixir appeared in his palm, emitting a faint spicy smell. It was the "Suppressing Baleful Pill" he had refined before.

This pill was not easy to refine, and its effect on dispelling the baleful aura was extremely strong. Unfortunately, it was a stopgap measure for Han Li and had always been used as a means to control the backlash of the baleful aura. A lot had been consumed, and now there were only two left, including this one.

After thinking for a while, Han Li picked up the pill and stuffed it into Shi Chuankong's mouth, raised his hand and pressed it on his throat, guiding the pill into his abdomen.

"Uh..." Shi Chuankong's eyebrows were furrowed into a knot, his face was full of pain, and a difficult sound came from his throat.

There were bursts of "hissing" sounds from the wounds on his back, and wisps of black baleful aura rose from them.

Han Li watched for a while and walked to the side and sat down cross-legged.

He first checked the injuries on his arm and found that there was nothing serious. Then, he took out an immortal essence stone and held it in his palm, absorbing the immortal spiritual power contained within it.

Being in this area, he could not restore immortal spiritual power by absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, so he could only replenish it in this way.

……

Time passed bit by bit, and the sky quickly became dim. Gray-white mist began to permeate the surroundings, and the baleful aura contained in it began to become heavier.

Han Li slowly opened his eyes, glanced around, and took out formation disks and flags to set up around him.

After embedding the spirit stones, a layer of pale golden hemispherical light curtain appeared out of thin air, covering the two of them.

Han Li glanced at Shi Chuankong and found that he was still in a coma and did not seem to be waking up at all. Only the tightly furrowed brows were slightly relaxed, and he did not seem to be as painful as he was at the beginning.

However, at the wound on his back, wisps of black smoke were still rising, constantly dissipating around.

Han Li retracted his gaze and looked towards the high altitude, feeling something in his heart. He saw that the heavy dark clouds appeared even thicker under the night, like the sky covering the top, and the feeling of oppression was even greater than during the day.

Deep in the dark clouds, a string of hazy light was shining, cold and secluded, without much brilliance, and there were actually six full moons.