Chapter 820

The green liquid turned into a jade-like green bead and slowly slid down along the veins on the leaf. Finally, it gathered on the rhizome and gradually seeped into it.

Han Li straightened his body and put away the little green bottle. The slightly curled leaf returned to its original state as Han Li left.

The tender green tree bud didn't change at all. Occasionally, a breeze would blow and the two leaves would tremble slightly. After that, it was as if nothing had happened.

Han Li wasn't in a hurry. He stared at the small tree bud without moving. His eyes flickered slightly. No one knew what he was thinking.

Time passed bit by bit. Han Li's expression didn't change at all. He maintained a calm expression.

After some time, Han Li's expression changed slightly.

There was a sudden flash of light on the leaf. A strange pattern lit up on the leaf. Then, it gradually spread and covered the entire tree bud in the blink of an eye.

This pattern wasn't the same as the veins on the young leaf, but it looked quite familiar.

After looking for a while, Han Li suddenly clapped his hands and murmured, "Why is it so similar to the time dao pattern?"

However, this pattern only lasted for a few breaths. Soon, the pattern on the leaf disappeared.

However, Han Li frowned. His eyes flickered slightly as if he was thinking about something.

This Twin Life Tree was planted by Truth Sect's Old Ancestor Mi Luo's eldest disciple, Mu Yan. Could it be that when he was cultivating it, he also used some method to endow this tree with the power of the law of time? Or, this Twin Life Tree originally contained the law of time?

What was going on about this tree going through the calamity of Evil Decay?

Or was it just a false rumor?

After thinking for a long time, Han Li couldn't come up with an accurate conclusion. He could only shake his head and give up.

No matter what, it was always a good thing that the Twin Life Tree was reborn.

In the following time, Han Li stayed in the garden for half a day. After checking the growth of many other spirit herbs, he left the garden. After stepping out of the silver light gate, he directly returned to the bamboo house by the pond.

The Weeping Soul Beast had been asleep for a long time, and it showed no signs of waking up. Instead of going up to the second floor, he sat down on one of the buildings.

After meditating for a moment, Han Li flipped his palm and took out a high-grade Purple Sun Warm Jade, holding it in his hand.

He slowly transferred his celestial spiritual energy into the warm jade, and the jade body immediately lit up with a misty purple light. After it shone, the entire first floor of the bamboo building was dyed purple.

Han Li felt his entire body warm up, and an extremely comfortable feeling emerged from the depths of his sea of consciousness, intoxicating him to the point where he didn't want to wake up.

After a long time, he slowly opened his eyes and retracted the celestial spiritual energy back into his body. The Violet Sun Warm Jade also returned to its original state.

"This item is indeed extraordinary. It has such a strong effect on the soul. No wonder the people in Black Ferret City were willing to take risks for this item. If this item can be used to assist in the cultivation of the Refined Spirit Art, perhaps it will be twice the result with half the effort." Han Li's face revealed a hint of surprise as he muttered to himself.

As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his hand and tossed the Purple Sun Warm Jade into the air, hovering above his head.

Han Li immediately formed a technique with both of his hands and silently chanted the chant for the fifth level of the Refined Spirit Art.

From between his eyebrows, a crystal light slowly came out. Like a spirit snake, it twisted in the air a few times. Then, as if it had found its prey, it suddenly jumped up and plunged into the Violet Sun Warm Jade.

The jade shuddered slightly, and the purple light on its surface lit up again. However, it wasn't as dazzling as before. Instead, it only lit up an area with a radius of just over 10 inches, obscuring the space above Han Li's head.

Within the purple light, there seemed to be a hazy purple mist. It also seemed like there were specks of crystal light. It looked like a purple nebula, appearing rather dreamy.

As the purple nebula covered Han Li's head, his expression immediately became relaxed. Waves of inconspicuous Divine Sense rippled around his head like water ripples, becoming larger and larger.

Time flowed like water, and in the blink of an eye, another five years had passed.

In the Yellow Millet Region, in the midst of a rolling green mountain range, there was a small mountain town that was almost isolated from the rest of the world.

At dusk, smoke began to rise from the roofs of every house in the town. Farmers who returned late were leading a horned black cow back from outside the town. They were walking past the wooden signboard at the end of the street.

On the bluestone paved street in the center of the town, many two-headed, four-armed devilish children were chasing and playing with each other. A few sturdy devilish women were standing not far away, chatting with each other while glancing at their children from time to time.

If they fell or bumped, they couldn't help but complain and help them up.

Among the children, a rather quick-witted little fellow was just about to quietly jump onto the body of another companion who was a few years older than him when he suddenly saw two figures walking into the town under the archway outside the town under the setting sun.

The town was not big, and the people living here were of the same race, so the child recognized the two strangers at a glance. He didn't feel afraid, but curiously looked at the two people.

Both of them only had one head and two arms, and they didn't look like the people in their town at all. They weren't very likable, but the clothes they were wearing were really nice, with all kinds of patterns that he had never seen before.

Among the two people, an ordinary-looking Youth, saw the child was looking at him, and then grinned at him. The other white-haired man was silent and expressionless.

The two were Han Li and Shi Chuankong who came here from the Deep Hill Region.

Seeing that his peeping was discovered, the child immediately looked away, but soon couldn't help but look back.

Han Li, who was dressed in a green robe, saw this, and the smile in his eyes became more intense. Didn't the fool who saw his Third Uncle for the first time also look like this Demon Race child?

"Brother Shi, I thought that the people of the Demon Race were born to be cultivators, I didn't expect that there are people like ordinary people.

This mountain village town is hidden in the Baxia Mountain Range, it really feels like a paradise. "Han Li withdrew his gaze and said.

"The people of the Holy Region are born with strong physique, and the most ordinary people have an average lifespan of three to four hundred years.

But there are not many people who have the qualifications to cultivate. Unless everyone can practice the path of body refining, not everyone can and is willing to cultivate. "Shi Chuankong glanced at the people in the town and said.

"Indeed.

But what race are the people in this town? Looking at their bloodline aura, they don't seem to be weak, and they don't look like ordinary Demon Race. "Han Li nodded and said.

"In the Holy Region, apart from some of the higher races, some of the lower races don't care about bloodline, so there are a lot of cases of promiscuous marriages. In the case of impure bloodline, it is sometimes difficult to distinguish which race they belong to.

The people in this town seem to have pure bloodline, but I haven't seen them anywhere else in the Holy Region, so I can't tell for a while. "Shi Chuankong frowned and said.

While talking, the two had passed through the frolicking children, and under the curious gaze of the women and farmers, they came to a small tea stall in the center of the town and sat down.

The owner of the tea stall was a hunchbacked old man with disheveled hair. After giving the two a pot of tea, he turned around and went back to the house, without saying a word to Han Li and the others.

"Now that the refining of the Dao soldier is about to reach the final stage, there's really no other way, so we can only delay here for a while." Han Li took a sip of the tea in the black pottery bowl, and unexpectedly felt that it was sweet, and said.

"It's okay, it's not a rush to go back, it's better to take a break from time to time.

Although the spiritual Qi of Heaven and Earth in this Baxia Mountain Range is ordinary, the Demon Qi is much thinner than other places, so it's suitable for Brother Li to refine the Dao soldier here. "Shi Chuankong glanced at the black pottery bowl, but did not drink it. He waved his hand and said.

Hearing this, Han Li was about to speak when he suddenly felt the ground in front of him shaking. He quickly stood up and picked up the teapot on the table and his own bowl.

Shi Chuankong's teapot fell to the ground with a bang, and the tea spilled all over the ground.

Before the two could figure out what was going on, they heard the children running on the street excitedly shouting, "They're running up the mountain, they're running up the mountain! Grandpa Mountain God is moving!"

The two looked at the women over there. They were all as steady as Mount Tai, as if this was a common occurrence. They did not show the slightest bit of fear, and their bodies did not even sway.

The violent shaking of the earth lasted for more than ten breaths of time before it finally stopped.

Han Li sat back down and placed the teapot and bowl back on the table.

The bench that Shi Chuankong had been sitting on was soaked by the tea, so he changed his position and sat on the left side of Han Li.

"Was that an earthquake?" Han Li was a bit puzzled.

"I didn't sense any strange fluctuations, so it should be an earthquake." Shi Chuankong nodded and said.

Before the two of them could finish their conversation, another violent tremor came from the ground.

This time, Han Li didn't get up. Instead, he pressed down on the corner of the table with both hands. The wooden table, which had been creaking as if it was about to fall apart, once again stabilized. Even the tea in the teacup didn't have the slightest ripple.

Such repeated earthquakes happened more than ten times before it finally stopped.

At this time, the sky had already darkened. The hunchbacked old man carried a dim yellow lantern and hung it under the low eaves. Then, he bent over to pick up the broken teacup.

By the time the old hunchback straightened up, the two guests had already disappeared. Only a thumb-sized black magic stone was left on the table.

The old man looked left and right, and when he didn't see the two people, he grabbed the magic stone on the table and put it into the pocket of his clothes.

On the mountain road outside the small town, Han Li and Shi Chuankong's expressions were a bit stiff, and their footsteps were even more hurried.

"Brother Li, are you sure you didn't see wrongly?" Shi Chuankong didn't say anything, but instead asked through voice transmission.