I long to return home!

Then, under the fierce attack of Xue Wu's Soul Banner's Myriad Souls Transformed into Sword, Xiao Han showed signs of defeat. His body flew backward and crashed directly into a floating meteorite.

After swallowing a pill, Xue Wu, holding the Soul Banner, approached the man in blue. His gaze was sharp and piercing, like a knife. As he formed hand seals, the Soul Banner emitted a thick, inky black aura that swirled around it. In an instant, three chains, like dragons emerging from the sea, surged menacingly towards Xiao Han's location.

The chains pierced through the mountain-sized meteorite like sharp arrows, sending up clouds of dust as rocks flew everywhere. However, when the dust settled, Xiao Han was seen tightly gripping three chains with one hand, coughing lightly, spitting out a mouthful of blood, but his complexion had clearly improved.

"The primordial spirit and physical body working together in battle—such a divine power is truly unheard of and unseen! Even those of the same realm, or those slightly higher, are no match for you. Today, I've truly had my eyes opened!" Spitting out another mouthful of blood, Xiao Han's face inappropriately revealed a cold smile. A fleeting glint of light flashed from his sleeve, and a small jade-white bottle appeared before him.

The moment the jade bottle was opened, a sweet fragrance accompanied by rich spiritual energy reached Xue Wu's nose, and in an instant, his expression changed drastically.

The Ten Thousand Year Spirit Liquid, as the name suggests, is a spiritual liquid that has been accumulated for ten thousand years. Its rich spiritual liquid can restore a cultivator's spiritual power instantly with just one drop!

At this moment, Xiao Han held a jade bottle filled with ten-thousand-year-old spiritual liquid.

Not good! Xue Wu's pupils contracted sharply, and he immediately activated the Soul Banner, while the man in blue rushed out to kill him.

But the die was cast, and without a trace of cherishing the ten-thousand-year-old spiritual liquid, Xiao Han bit into the jade bottle and swallowed it whole. His spiritual power surged wildly from his body, and the aftershocks slashed out in all directions like blades.

"I have plenty of this Ten-Thousand-Year Spirit Liquid!" Xiao Han's eyes flashed with coldness, and with a single strike of his restored spiritual power, he sent the man in blue spitting out golden blood.

With a sudden jerk of his hand gripping the chain, a powerful force pulled Xue Wu away unprepared. Caught off guard, Xue Wu's spiritual energy shield was pierced through with a single blow, leaving a deep fist mark on his chest.

Even the Yin-Yang Sword Formation that came straight at them could not be broken by its burning spiritual power.

"Besides that ancient sword, that black banner, and even the black and white flying swords that are aimed at a Nascent Soul cultivator, show me all your other magical treasures." Xiao Han dusted off the dust on his shoulders, his gaze disdainfully shifting from Xue Wu to the blue-robed man beside him, and said in a contemptuous tone.

Xue Wu still possesses many magical treasures, but most of them are Golden Core stage treasures, and he also has a few Nascent Soul stage treasures. However, facing the enemy before him, it would be better to unleash a spell.

Even though the Void God King left behind a large number of rare treasures, few of them were actually usable. They were mostly unfinished magical artifacts that could not be used without being refined.

Xiao Han's cold laughter rang out again, showing no sign of stopping. Just then, a burst of spiritual light appeared around the man in blue, forming a faint bluish-green glow. Under Xiao Han's gaze, a jade furnace with wisps of bluish smoke was revealed.

Xue Wu stared blankly at the man in blue's actions. Judging from his eyes, he was clearly surprised and unaware of this matter.

"Life is but a dream, the Dream Furnace." The man in blue robes had a golden halo in his eyes as his hands moved gracefully beside the Dream Furnace in front of him. As the blue smoke enveloped his body, Xiao Han was unknowingly surrounded by the blue smoke, and the scene before his eyes changed, appearing in a world of mountains and rivers.

"An illusion?" Xiao Han frowned slightly, sensing the landscape before him with his divine sense.

Until the blue mist and clouds of the mountain and water world appeared in the sky, cranes swam freely in the air, and fish leaped in the pond, the mist and clouds gathered and then peeled away, finally revealing a magnificent scene of the sun and moon shining together in Xiao Han's astonished pupils.

As Xiao Han gazed upon this magnificent sight, his consciousness gradually went numb. Unconsciously, he allowed the azure smoke and clouds to seep into his body. In the blink of an eye, a giant hand with several patterns shone down from the sky, as if it were the law of the gods, a divine punishment descending.

With a single palm strike, the heavens and earth were covered, and the world of mountains and rivers was shattered by the blow, eventually turning into azure smoke and clouds that slowly dissipated.

However, all of this happened in the outside world in just a moment. He watched helplessly as the palm strike containing the law destroyed his body and soul, while blood flowed from his seven orifices and his consciousness suffered irreversible damage.

"What a fine magic weapon! It surpasses all the magic weapons I have seen in my ten thousand years. Even my Dao heart, which has been stable for ten thousand years, cannot stabilize my mind. Perhaps you are the best choice." Xiao Han tightly gripped his head, the intense pain feeling as if his brains were being squeezed and burst.

"I was worried that if I used all my power, I would be suppressed by the Heavenly Dao's restrictions, but now I have no time to worry about that!" Xiao Han's aura suddenly changed, his spiritual power turned into spiritual liquid, and his realm became ethereal and elusive, making it impossible for Xue Wu to grasp.

A swarm of insects danced wildly, and eight beams of spiritual light appeared around him as he made hand seals, transforming into sharp blades!

"Eight Tribulations Slash!"

Eight powerful spiritual energies slashed out in the starry sky, each strike tearing the starry sky apart and leaving visible marks on the flesh.

The three slashes were aimed at the man in blue first, but he was able to deflect them with the Floating Dream Furnace and the Boundless Blade in his hands.

The other five slashes were directed at the heavily injured Xue Wu. He had no powerful magic weapons in his hands, and the low-level magic weapons he casually summoned were enough to shatter the magic weapons before they even touched the blades of energy.

Blood Demon Protection.

Blood energy surged from his body, forming a ferocious blood magic image behind him, which spread its arms to block the energy blade.

Unfortunately, fate was against them. Five blades of energy came one after another like a storm. The Blood Magic Form shattered and dissipated like porcelain when the second blade of energy struck.

Four sharp slashes struck Xue Wu's body in succession, slicing through the dragon scales clinging to his skin. Even with his strong physique, he could not escape such a fierce attack and was left covered in wounds.

The raging aura, like a venomous snake, eroded his flesh, preventing his wounds from healing quickly. A torrent of blood gushed from the wounds like a burst dam, scattering across the vast starry sky. Xue Wu suddenly felt his body lighten, as if losing its support, and involuntarily plummeted downwards. His consciousness began to blur, and the soul banner in his hand fell like a kite with a broken string. The aura of death returned to his ears, whispering chillingly.

At this moment, the man in blue felt something, and his body became ethereal and elusive, like a wisp of smoke, as if it would dissipate into nothingness with a gentle breath.

The man in blue frowned, a hint of hesitation in his eyes. He looked at Xue Wu, whose aura was barely perceptible, and remained silent for a moment. Before Xiao Han could attack, his figure transformed into a golden light and sped away, merging with Xue Wu.

The primordial spirit and the physical body are perfectly integrated; the physical body is the primordial spirit, and the two are united as one, as if created by nature.