Who Brought Him into the Cultivation World?

Watching as about ten Ghostly Shadows were on the verge of stealing peaches successfully, it would ultimately be in vain.

Because a violent, scorching heat suddenly swept through the entire scene.

”He’s on fire.”

A cultivator exclaimed in shock.

”No, he’s about to self-detonate.”

A cultivator cried out in fear.

Seventeen cultivators reacted swiftly, immediately retreating and dispersing. The intense wave spread instantly, fire serpents danced, and flames roared like waves, clearing everything around Han Yu in just a few breaths’ time.

The group of cultivators were left with lingering fear, each in shock and dread. If they were one step slower, wouldn’t they have perished together with this madman?

They weren’t inexperienced, but they had never encountered such a reckless cultivator, who played with self-detonation at any moment.

Such a maniac!

With such a grand display, everyone thought Han Yu must be dead beyond doubt. Yet as the sea of fire dissipated, and Han Yu’s figure reappeared, the crowd gaped in disbelief.

How... could this be?

Wasn’t that a self-detonation? How is he still perfectly fine and alive?

Han Yu was heartbroken as he tossed aside the charred corpse in his hand. This unlucky fellow had unfortunately been blown to pieces by the self-detonation out of his furious rage.

Thirty years’ worth of Qi Fortune, thirty years!

Losing it for nothing, how could he not feel heartache.

”Instead of worrying about those thirty years of Qi Fortune, you’d better think about whether you can take on seventeen at once.”

The Artifact Spirit lamented in the Sea of Consciousness.

The seventeen cultivators of the Yama Hall were indeed frightened by Han Yu; such a robust physical body was unheard of.

What shocked them more was that their mission was to head to the Central Continent, so how did they suddenly get ambushed here?

”Attack with full force!”

A cultivator growled through gritted teeth.

They had witnessed the terror of Han Yu, and the next moment, no one dared to hold back. Hailstones danced across the sky, freezing an entire area into an icy land.

The cold invaded as bone-chilling frost continuously assailed Han Yu.

There were also petals that fell like raindrops, spreading out to form a net that enveloped Han Yu.

Amidst the Ghostly Shadows, countless shadows stretched out to cling to his limbs.

More abilities were being unleashed, yet Han Yu suddenly transformed into a Cyan Dragon, splitting into eighteen pieces to flee in all directions.

Yes, Han Yu was preparing to make a run for it.

This move astounded the crowd; they were just about to unleash their strength! And you just ran like that?

Don’t you have any awareness as a strong one, at least take a hit!

But Han Yu simply wouldn’t.

”You’re just going to escape like this?”

The Artifact Spirit couldn’t help but ask; with Han Yu’s personality, he didn’t seem like someone who would flee so easily!

”Nonsense, they’re all bizarre abilities.”

Even as he said this, Han Yu’s speed wasn’t fast, clearly waiting for them to give chase, as if he had ”playing hard to get” written on his face.

Indeed, the seventeen had no intention of letting him go, leaving only two to deal with Liu Zongyuan, while the remaining fifteen immediately transformed into streams of light to pursue the Cyan Dragon.

”This is the end.”

Watching the retreating figures of numerous cultivators, Liu Zongyuan not only felt no joy but his expression was exceedingly gloomy.

That guy Han Yu had deserted him again, running away alone, just like last time, here he goes again.

After all, he once saved him from the hands of the Soul Split Technique, couldn’t he at least show some loyalty, at least take me with you when escaping!

The two remaining cultivators were clearly eager to reunite with their companions, planning to strike him down right upon arrival.

Countless Ghost Shadows surged from one of the cultivators, continually encroaching upon Liu Zongyuan, restraining his limbs, and some even grabbed his neck, starting to pull hard.

Liu Zongyuan wanted to break free, but as soon as the Milky Way appeared, it was immediately blocked by the petals rain, and as a result, the spiritual power that autonomously detached from his body due to a side effect was unfortunately smashed onto himself.

I...

Liu Zongyuan particularly wanted to curse, every critical moment, the side effects would slip, just had to add insult to injury, giving him no peace.

”These techniques of the Celestial Dao Sect?”

The Ghost Shadow cultivator laughed at him, recognizing the cultivation technique of the Celestial Dao Sect.

The other petal cultivator couldn’t help but laugh out loud; these two responsible for the ambush were quirky, one exploding at any moment, the other hitting himself.

”Had I known that the cultivators here were so humorous, I would’ve come down to play, too.”

Liu Zongyuan wore a face of dejection, feeling greatly insulted.

Gradually, not only were the tugs growing stronger, but the petal rain was also falling upon him.

He was no Han Yu; the petals might only confine Han Yu but were deadly to him, suffocating him at this very moment.

Liu Zongyuan thought he was doomed, but with a thunderous boom, the petals that wrapped him loosened instantly, and upon looking up, wide-eyed, the once-smirking cultivator’s face turned liver-red.

Han Yu hadn’t left; using a familiar trick, he slipped away from the Cyan Dragon under the cover of the mist to return.

Upon returning to the Deserted Island, he witnessed Liu Zongyuan, the unfortunate fellow, being tormented by the two cultivators.

He quietly snuck down, and the petal cultivator seemed unaware until the reaction came, by then, his companion across had an expression of awe,

A suddenly appearing Cyan Dragon swallowed the cultivator with one bite, startling the Ghost Shadow cultivator.

Ghost Shadow Bind!

Countless Ghost Shadows closed in on the Cyan Dragon, finally tangling it. Once ensnared, the Cyan Dragon opened its huge mouth, releasing another smaller Cyan Dragon, the cultivator bound it again.

The small Cyan Dragon was tied up, opened its mouth again, releasing yet another tiny Cyan Dragon, the Ghost Shadows bound it again, the Cyan Dragon opened its mouth again...

What was supposed to be an intense battle turned inexplicably comical, like nesting dolls, the Ghost Shadow cultivator broke out in cold sweat, lamenting internally as he realized this.

When will this end?

The end came, after nesting seven or eight times, the Cyan Dragon was gone, leaving just a tiny White Dragon, and as the White Dragon opened its mouth once again, Han Yu’s grinning face emerged.

Ghost Shadow Bind!

As the cultivator was about to make a move, unfortunately, it was too late, for Han Yu was even faster, delivering a slap that nearly twisted his head, and the person was smashed deep into the island like a cannonball.

Liu Zongyuan was thoroughly convinced, with such a strong and cunning guy, these people were unlikely to fare well.

”These guys are really weak at dealing with surprise attacks.”

Han Yu seemed to have discovered a weakness of the Yama Hall cultivators. Once their abilities had no opportunity to be activated, they were just ordinary Divine Platform Realm cultivators,

Liu Zongyuan’s expression was odd; he felt the other was stating the obvious. With Han Yu’s stealthy technique, no one could respond to any ambush.

Not just a mere Divine Platform Realm cultivator, he felt even Xin Zui could be attempted to ambush.

Han Yu believed he’d discovered a treasure, gleefully grabbing the petal cultivator, then flew towards the new deep pit they’d made.

What followed was unsurprisingly a cultivator’s purgatory, the two unlucky newcomers were as if they’d seen a ghost, in utter shock, and then watched helplessly as a certain figure with murderous intent advanced on them one cut after another...