This man was none other than Han Li, the junior brother who had joined him in studying under Doctor Mo at the Seven Xuan Sect all those years ago.
The wind and sand still howled, rolling up wave upon wave of yellow dust and staining heaven and earth with chaos. Zhang Tie stood rooted to the spot, while the storm raging within his sea of consciousness was far more turbulent than the desert before him.
The scene of the retrospective vision had not stopped because of his shock. It continued unfolding.
In the image, Han Li suddenly flipped his right hand, and a tiny bottle about three inches tall, emerald-green and lustrous, appeared out of thin air in his palm.
The crystal grain that had caused the earlier phenomenon now flew back like a swallow returning to its nest, tracing an almost imperceptible streak of light before precisely entering the tiny bottle's mouth and vanishing. Then, a sudden change occurred!
Centered on Han Li, the space within several hundred zhang seemed to be stirred by an invisible giant hand. Countless tiny yet dazzling golden motes of spiritual light surged madly from every direction as though answering a supreme summons, gathering into visible streams of golden light. With soft buzzing hums, they rushed one after another toward the tiny green bottle.
The bottle was like a bottomless abyss, swallowing every last bit of the immense golden spiritual light without discrimination. Its emerald hue seemed to grow even deeper as a result.
Only then did Zhang Tie seem to be doused with a bucket of icy water, snapping awake from his overwhelming shock.
Almost instinctively, he cut off the flow of his magic power, and the spiritual light around his fingertips immediately dimmed.
As his magic power ceased, the scene before him