Han Li opened his eyes and withdrew his divine sense from the storage magical artifact.

In fact, the Soul Birthing Flower he had prepared was already ten thousand years old. The final step of condensing the soul split only took less than an incense stick's time to complete successfully, and it was almost perfect, controllable at will.

The reason he had to wait for more than an hour was partly to cover his tracks, and partly because he wanted the other party to waste some more means. After all, the energy spent on condensing the Earthly Avatar these days was not small, just enough to recover a little.

Fortunately, he didn't show up in advance, otherwise, if he had taken that Blood Astral Yin Lightning attack unprepared, he would have suffered a lot.

Now that he had cultivated the Earthly Avatar, he had more important things to do. Those four Ancestral Gods were just minor characters, and it didn't matter if they escaped.

Thinking this, Han Li waved his hand to collect the array equipment on the ground, then rushed out of the sea and flew towards Wumeng Island.

Several days later, early in the morning.

Wumeng Island, shrouded in the glow of the morning sun, seemed to be plated with a layer of bright gold leaf, and the entire island exuded a kind of warm and soft light.

In front of the Ancestral God statues all over the island, many islanders had already gathered, each with a solemn expression, a face full of piety, hands clasped in front of their chests in a gesture of prayer, and constantly chanting prayers in their mouths.

Luo Feng, dressed in a green scholar's robe, was standing in the central square of the island, looking up at the newly renovated Ancestral God statue.

He did not perform the ritual of worship and prayer like the other islanders behind him, but his hands were hanging down at his sides, as if his whole person was lost in thought.

Just then, a streak of escaping light suddenly shot from a distance above the crowd's heads, landing beside him.

"Senior Liu!" Luo Feng immediately bowed to the person and said loudly.

The person was naturally Han Li, who had just cultivated the Earthly Avatar and returned to Wumeng Island.

When the other Wumeng Island people saw this, they also stopped the prayer ceremony and respectfully saluted Han Li.

"Follow me."

Han Li said indifferently, and his figure rose again into the sky, flying towards his courtyard.

Luo Feng was slightly stunned, and immediately followed with a flash of escaping light.

The two figures, one after the other, arrived in the courtyard's patio.

After Han Li sat down at the stone table in the patio, he waved to Luo Feng, signaling him to sit opposite him, and then said straightforwardly:

"Clan Leader Luo Feng, there is something I have been hiding from you, but now it is no longer necessary, so I will tell you now. The Ancestral God Luo Meng of your Wumeng Island has actually fallen for thousands of years."

"Actually, even if Senior didn't say it, I had already guessed it. The other elders on the island actually have some idea in their hearts, but everyone is tacitly aware of it for the sake of maintaining stability. It's just... I hope Senior Liu can continue to protect our Wumeng Island in the future, I am deeply grateful." Luo Feng's face turned slightly pale when he heard this, and then he said with a bitter smile.

"You can rest assured about this, I will never break my promise since I have promised you. Now that I have successfully refined the Earthly Avatar, and have also found a high-level Earth Immortal cultivation technique, next, I need you to build a statue of the Avatar on the island for me, and start collecting the power of faith." Han Li said slowly with a calm expression.

"Senior, please rest assured, I will handle it as soon as possible." Luo Feng was slightly surprised when he heard this, and then clasped his fists in response.

"Here are some magical treasures and books for you to take and use to cultivate the talented descendants on the island. This is the foundation for Wumeng Island to prosper in the future."

After Han Li said this, he flicked his sleeves, and a storage bracelet flew out and came in front of Luo Feng.

The latter took it in his hand and glanced at it, and his face suddenly showed a look of shock. The quantity and value of the items placed in this storage bracelet far exceeded his imagination.

It can be said that the books, magic treasures, elixirs, and spiritual materials hidden in this storage bracelet alone far exceeded the accumulation of their Wumeng Island for tens of thousands of years.

What he didn't know was that these were just a small part of the spoils Han Li had obtained from his trip to Red Moon Island. After all, the lifelong accumulation of any True Immortal Realm expert, even if it was just a rogue immortal, was by no means a small number.

"Senior Liu's great kindness, Wumeng Island will never forget..." Luo Feng held the storage bracelet in both hands, trembling slightly, and finally prostrated on the ground, saying sincerely.

"There is no need to be like this, I am going to prepare to retreat for a while. If there is nothing important, don't come to me." Han Li waved his hand and said.

"Yes."

Luo Feng responded solemnly, withdrew from the small courtyard, and left to carry out his orders.

Half a month later, all the original statues on the entire Wumeng Island had been demolished, replaced by new statues, which stood more densely in various parts of the island.

The newly built statues still had three points of similarity in appearance to the original Ancestral God statues, but what they represented was no longer the same person.

Every morning and evening, a large number of islanders would gather under these statues belonging to Han Li, and the sound of prayers would resound as in the past.

On this day, a loud "boom" suddenly came from the sky above Wumeng Island, and a dazzling silver light fell straight down from the night sky, like a silver river falling, smashing into the courtyard on the island.

Seven or eight silver banners stood around the courtyard, shining brightly, and the whole was shrouded in a layer of hazy silver mist.

At this moment, Han Li, dressed in green, was sitting cross-legged in the open space in the courtyard, and his Earthly Avatar was also sitting solemnly opposite him.

"Let's begin." Han Li's eyes flickered slightly, and he said.

After saying that, he closed his eyes, and his divine sense sank into his dantian.

Inside the dantian, the golden Nascent Soul little person was still tightly closed, and there was no painful expression on his face.

Around it, there was also a layer of bright crystal light wrapped around it, which was the power of divine sense that Han Li had left behind in order to shield those black chains.

As his thoughts moved, the crystal light on the surface of the Nascent Soul suddenly brightened, and it flowed back like water, flowing back into his sea of consciousness.

Immediately afterwards, a black light flashed on the surface of his Nascent Soul, and nine black chains emerged, and a large amount of black mist rose around them.

Inside the courtyard, starlight was shining brightly, and seven dazzling blue lights lit up on Han Li's chest and abdomen. Seeing this, the Earthly Avatar sitting opposite him immediately pinched a magic formula with one hand and pointed at his dantian with his fingers.

As his fingers fell, Han Li immediately felt a heat in his dantian, and a warm and majestic torrent of magic power, like the Yangtze River, surged in and continuously rushed into his body.

At the same time, the power of stars in his body also began to operate rapidly, turning into silver filaments, wandering in his limbs and hundreds of meridians.

As Han Li pinched the magic formula in his hand, these two forces finally merged without any hindrance in the dantian, and then turned into strands of bright silver filaments like lightning, rushing straight towards the Nascent Soul.

Unlike the previous situation, the number of silver filaments this time was hundreds of times greater than before, and even the aura on them was hundreds of times stronger than before.

Han Li even felt strands of previously non-existent power of law from the original aura.

A loud "boom" exploded in Han Li's dantian like thunder.

The silver filaments that rushed over immediately crashed into the dense black mist with the force of ten thousand jun, like cavalry chiseling an array on the battlefield.

Immediately afterwards, there was a burst of "crackling" sounds in Han Li's dantian.

The black mist was directly torn apart and soon dissipated, revealing the black chains hidden inside.

The silver filaments did not stop there, but continued to pounce up.

This time, Han Li was not in a hurry, and did not disperse the filaments on all the chains, but selected one of them, and wrapped all the silver filaments around it.

"Sizz sizz sizz"

A sound like a red-hot iron being thrown into a bucket of water sounded, and black smoke immediately rose from the black chains. Under the violent trembling, the black light on the surface immediately faded quickly.

At the same time, countless tiny black runes also emerged from the black chains, trying to replenish the black light on the surface of the chains that had been violently consumed.

Among the silver filaments, there was also a layer of water-blue light exuding the aura of law, lingering up and merging with the black runes, making its repair effect on the chains minimal, far less rapid and significant than last time.

Seeing this, Han Li urged his mind, and the Refining God Art immediately began to operate.

In his sea of consciousness, the majestic power of divine sense, which had been ready to go, immediately turned into strands of divine sense crystal filaments, and almost in an instant, came to his dantian.

Under the urging of Han Li's mind, strands of crystal divine sense filaments intertwined and condensed, turning into a crystal clear divine sense giant axe, leaping up and slashing towards the black light-dimmed chain.

If the previous silver crystal filaments were the heavily armored cavalry chiseling the array, then the divine sense giant axe at this time was undoubtedly the heavily armored infantry breaking the array, giving the enemy a fatal blow in the weak spot opened up by the cavalry.

There was only a sharp sound of "铮", and the black chain shook violently, and the crystal giant axe flew back.

A metallic sound with a very strong penetrating power rang out from Han Li's dantian, but it went straight to his sea of consciousness, causing his divine sense to sting.

However, he could not care about this at the moment, but instead focused all his attention on the chain in the dantian.

In the middle of the chain, where the giant axe had struck, there was a clear mark of a chopping.

Seeing this, Han Li's confidence greatly increased, and he ignored the sharp pain that stung his divine sense, and continued to chop the chain with the giant axe.

"铮... 铮..."

One, two, three...

When Han Li's seventh axe struck, a muffled sound of "bang" came, and the black chain broke directly, turning into a piece of black crystal light.

A strange scene appeared!

These crystal lights did not dissipate, but flowed to the remaining eight chains, and merged into them with a flash.

As soon as the black crystal light disappeared, the eight chains immediately lit up, the black runes on the surface suddenly increased, and the black light became more solid.

Han Li was slightly stunned, and then smiled bitterly.

If every time a chain broke, it would merge into other chains, it would mean that the chains would become stronger and harder to cut off as they went on.