Three months passed in the blink of an eye.
In the deepest reaches of the Shattered Star Sea lay a deathly stretch of ocean shrouded in eternal gray mist, where space twisted and shattered-the Eye of the Star Vortex. This was the heart of the great whirlpool. Countless spatial rifts flickered into existence and vanished like black lightning, while savage torrents of energy tore everything apart. Ordinary cultivators who came within a hundred li would have their souls scattered.
At that moment, Han Li sat cross-legged in the shadow of a relatively stable fragment of floating land at the edge of the Star Vortex, his aura almost seamlessly blended with the violent surroundings. After months of stealthy travel and arduous cultivation, aided by the Ten-Thousand-Year Earthheart Nectar, his injuries had healed by eighty percent. His cultivation had subtly advanced, and his understanding of the Azure Water True Art had deepened. His gaze pierced layer upon layer of mist toward the twisted light in the deepest part of the Star Vortex. There lay the entrance to the Profound Water True Hall.
The Star Vortex shattered the void and embraced eternity; the True Hall hid its shadow and held the netherworld in check. According to Yuan Yao's information and his own perceptions, the tide message celestial phenomenon would occur at midnight tonight!
A faint pulse came from the Mother-and-Child Voice-Transmission Conch in his robe. Yuan Yao was in position. Han Li drew a deep breath, azure light flickering in his Profound Yin Spirit Eye as he carefully surveyed his surroundings. Sure enough, he sensed several extraordinarily well-concealed yet powerful auras lying in wait in hidden corners around the Star Vortex's perimeter! There was the radiant, righteous aura peculiar to Star Palace cultivators, the sky-piercing demonic aura of mighty Demon Tribe cultivators, and