Western Great Jin, the Yin Luo Sect's Headquarters Altar.
A thick layer of blood-colored mist shrouded this place year-round, reducing visibility to less than a thousand feet. The air reeked of nauseating blood and rot, while stark white bones and dried blood crusts littered the ground. The entire region seemed to have been gouged out of the deepest hell, deathly silent and oppressive.
A streak of azure light tore through the outer blood-colored mist like a blade ripping through a crimson curtain, meeting no resistance as it shot straight toward the Yin Luo Sect's mountain gate.
The light faded, revealing Han Li's altered, unremarkable face. He stood in midair with his hands behind his back, his azure robes snapping in the wind. His aura appeared utterly ordinary, yet it faintly melded with heaven and earth, as though he alone ruled this stretch of space.
"Who dares trespass at the Yin Luo Sect's mountain gate?!"
A fierce shout came from below. At the mountain gate, two gray-robed Yin Luo Sect disciples at the core formation middle stage commanded a pair of ink-black refined corpses, barring Han Li's path.
Han Li did not even lift his eyelids. He merely held two fingers together like a sword and lightly traced a line through the air.
"Great Evolutionary Sword Art: Star-Pointing."
Two strands of Chaos Sword Qi, so fine they were almost invisible, struck first despite being launched later, landing with unerring precision between the brows of the two Yin Luo Sect disciples and their two refined corpses!
Pop! Pop!
Two soft sounds rang out, like bubbles bursting. Before the two core formation disciples or their refined corpses could even scream, tiny bloody holes appeared between their brows. They toppled stiffly to the ground, dead.
"Who's there?!"
"Enemy attack!"
The alarm within the Yin