"It wouldn't do to delay! Soon, the spectral beings will once again ensnare us." Han Li suppressed a spark of excitement and spoke calmly. The two women, Yuan Yao and Yan Li, offered no objections and immediately took the remaining spectral troops, riding their incantation light to depart. On the way, Yuan Yao and Yan Li merged their flight lights into one, each holding hands and chanting incantations. As their bodies shimmered with alternating white and black luminous glows, each of them exhaled a white and a black orb, respectively. The orbs spun smoothly and then fused into a single, well-defined, fist-sized eye, clearly marked by contrasting colors. Meanwhile, Yuan Yao and Yan Li closed their beautiful eyes and, with precise movements, guided the white and black eye to sweep across the surroundings before swiftly turning and leading Han Li toward a specific direction. Witnessing such an unusual magical technique, Han Li remained somewhat skeptical, yet had no choice but to follow them. "Han brother, the ghost arts secret technique we're employing can indeed carry us out of the current mist, but once we're on the move, we cannot alter our course at all. Otherwise, all our efforts would be wasted." Suddenly, Yanli reminded him with a clear statement. "Who is Han Li, indeed? With just a glance at this young lady's face, he immediately sensed a few thoughts stirring within her mind, and spoke calmly. "How could my younger sister think such a thing! Though I haven't been particularly close to Brother Han, I've heard my sister mention over and over again about Brother Han's remarkable feats—how he effortlessly defeated peers of the same stage in the human realm." The beautiful lady smiled gently. Han Li was somewhat surprised and glanced at Yuan Yao. To his surprise, however, the young lady lowered her gaze, a subtle blush appearing on her porcelain-like cheeks. Han Li fell silent. "Master Han, you must be quite confident in your abilities—perhaps even surpassing a Xuangui-level existence?" The lady's eyes flickered slightly as she added. "As long as I don't encounter a Xuangui-level late stage, I still have the strength to stand my ground," Han Li replied calmly, no longer hesitant to be modest. "Hm! I truly wonder how Master Han has cultivated such extraordinary abilities. When I first met him and my sister, Brother Han was still only a Qi-level cultivator." Now he has already reached a level comparable to a Transcendent Immortal. When you think about it carefully, it truly feels like a dream come true. "Yan Li marvelled, her voice filled with wonder. "Why is Miss Yan so melancholy?" Han Li glanced at her with a slight sideways glance. "Nothing in particular. We've been practicing the Yin-Yang Cycle Technique together. Whether this is a blessing or a curse, or what our future path will be, remains entirely unclear. Could it be that we'll eventually transform completely into ghostly beings, like the Ghost Nanny, and pursue the path of celestial ghosts?" Yan Li sighed. At the same time, Yuan Yao, listening to this, also looked downcast. Han Li, however, furrowed his brows, pondered for a moment, then said: "Though I'm not deeply familiar with ghostly cultivation techniques, I know that even in the Spirit Realm, people without spiritual roots can develop them. As long as one is not a true ghost-bodied being, with the countless miraculous cultivation methods and secret arts available in the Spirit Realm, there should surely be ways to restore one's human form." "Is that truly possible?" "Can the Spirit Realm really find ways to "In an instant, Yuan Yao and Yan Li almost spoke in unison, their faces glowing with joy. "Your Yin-Yang Cycle Technique may be strange, but it is far from irreversible. Based on my judgment, it should be able to dissipate the Yin Qi within you both, restoring your human forms. However, I expect your cultivation levels to suffer, and you might even endure considerable hardships. Still, the specific methods—best explored thoroughly once you return to the human realm," said Han Li with evident intention. "As long as we can regain our human forms, even if we have to bear some hardships and lose a bit of cultivation, what's the matter?" Yuan Yao replied without hesitation. Yan Li nodded vigorously in agreement. Han Li smiled slightly, intending to add more, when suddenly his expression darkened. With a flash of light, he transformed into a streak of jade-green light and vanished into the mist ahead. The two women were momentarily stunned, exchanging glances. Only in a few breaths did a wailing sound burst forth from the mist ahead, followed by a surge of fifteen gray, hazy shadows rising skyward, creating a vibrant clash of sword-like energies—yet these sounds quickly faded away. A flash of insight, and then Qinghong shot forth again from the mist, spiraling once before arriving beside the two women, revealing Han Li's form. "Let's go," Han Li said, his expression unchanged, speaking calmly and matter-of-factly. "Just ordinary spirits!" "Ordinary spirits!" Yanli and Yuan Yao found themselves at a loss. Though they hadn't personally witnessed the spirits battling within the mist, the surge of fifteen such shadows had been remarkably intense—far beyond what ordinary spirits could emit. Yet Han Li's composed demeanor gave them genuine reassurance. From then on, the two women focused their full attention on their black and white eyes, steadily charting the correct path and continuously flying forward. Thus, every spirit they encountered along the way was swiftly and completely eliminated by Han Li's powerful techniques. Even encountered several small battle groups where deep-earth demons and other spirits were fighting together, and were swiftly eliminated by Han Li's sudden, unexpected strikes, clearing a path through the blocking spirits. The two women and the remaining spirit troops passed by, roaring ahead. The deep-earth demons who had initially expected reinforcements now stared blankly, then resumed their fierce struggles against the other spirits. Whether it was due to good fortune on Han Li's part or simply because their route coincided with the most loosely guarded area, they encountered no particularly formidable fierce spirits along the way, nor any large-scale battle groups, allowing them to weave through winding paths and journey far beyond their starting point. After several hours, the mist gradually thinned, and the frequency of encounters with spirits decreased. Seeing this, Han Li and his companions naturally felt relieved and delighted—knowing they had not taken a wrong turn, and had now reached the edge of the mist. When Han Li had just defeated several waves of ghost creatures, driving the two women and a group of ghost soldiers forward toward the outer perimeter, he suddenly paused his flight, his expression shifting, and fixed his gaze ahead. "What is it, Han brother? Have you discovered something?" Yuan Yao's heart quickened, and she couldn't help but ask. Yan Li also turned with a look of surprise. Regrettably, her spiritual awareness was limited and could only reach a short distance. "It seems we still have a few minor obstacles before we can make it out," Han Li said calmly, without any change in expression. At that moment, suddenly from the thin mist in the distance, came a series of bright, cheerful laughter—soft, feminine, and lively! The laughter grew stronger and, in a moment, reached the vicinity, echoing continuously in all directions. Initially, Yan Li and Yuan Yao paid little attention. After all, they were themselves half-ghosts, and ordinary ghost techniques meant to seize souls should hardly affect them at all. Yet, even though the laughter only lasted for a brief moment, both women suddenly felt a profound sense of weakness, their consciousness wavering, and their eyelids growing as heavy as a Yuan Yao reacted swiftly. After a low exclamation in her mind, she managed to preserve a thread of clarity and attempted to cast a spell to counter the drowsiness. But as soon as she began to mobilize her internal yin energy, she felt a sudden chill, her heart racing with alarm. To her astonishment, her yin energy had vanished entirely—there was not a single trace of it! "What on earth is going on?" Though she knew the condition of her body was undoubtedly linked to the woman's laughter, once the wave of drowsiness surged upon her, Yuan Yao could no longer hold on. Her eyes narrowed, and she was on the verge of rolling over and collapsing. The graceful figure beside her swayed unsteadily, no better off than Yuan Yao. Some of the yin jia xuan gui had already dropped from the sky, throwing down their weapons in panic. "Hmm!" A soft, clear sigh suddenly broke the silence. Though the sound was gentle, it reached Yuan Yao's ears with remarkable clarity, and a subtle prickling sensation briefly pierced her consciousness. She shivered violently, the drowsiness instantly lifting from her body, and her internal yin energy surged once more. Yuan Yao escaped unharmed, and with sheer delight, summoned her inner qi without hesitation. A gray glow rippled across her body, instantly enveloping her completely. She turned her head slightly and saw that the beauty now also radiated a shimmering gray light—indeed, the dozen or so Xuan Gui that had fallen were suddenly re-lifted and hovering once more. Yuan Yao exhaled deeply, then turned her gaze to the young man who had remained suspended beside her, steady as a mountain. Clearly, it was Han Li who had saved them all from imminent peril. At that moment, Han Li maintained a composed expression, indifferent to the ghostly laughter around him. Yet suddenly, a flash of blue light passed through his eyes. With a swift motion of his sleeve, he sent a golden blade of light spiraling toward a spot in the surrounding void. "Pffft!" As the golden light passed, a faint white silhouette emerged from the void. The figure slightly distorted, and though the swordlight passed through it, it remained untouched—strangely, unharmed at all. Han Li's expression brightened. A massive black hand and a pale white palm flashed out, pressing swiftly against the ethereal white figure in the air! Instantly, a hazy, shimmering glow and a surge of five-colored flames materialized above the white figure, then spiraled downward. Under the vast expanse of this gray mist and vibrant hues, the figure was enveloped as if caught within an impenetrable celestial lattice, completely cut off from escape. Yuan Yao and Yan Li, witnessing this, could not help but smile with relief. They had seen Han Li demonstrate these two divine techniques on numerous occasions, and previously, many of the spectral beings had been vanquished by them. Yet, a surprise unfolded beyond their expectations! The white figure emitted a soft, low chuckle, then shifted its form—first transforming into four, then into eight—so swiftly that within moments, the space around it was filled with countless faint white silhouettes, continuously dividing and multiplying, as though endless. These figures swiftly outpaced the reach of the gray glow and the five-colored flames. Yuan Yao and Yan Li exchanged glances, their faces now filled with astonishment.