A Record of a Mortal’s Journey to Immortality

Chapter 13: The vision begins

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Knowing that Han Li was injured on his foot, Zhang Tie personally brought the food to his room, preparing to eat with him.

Seeing him clumsily in his room, moving the chairs and tossing the table for a long time, Han Li couldn't help being amused when he finally got everything ready for dinner, but more importantly, he was a little moved.

After the two sat down at the table, they began to stuff food into their mouths while chatting about the gossip inside the door, and exchanged each other's practice experience from time to time.

When talking about the other party's "Elephant Armor Skill", Zhang Tie rolled his eyes depressedly.

Zhang Tie's current attitude towards the "Elephant Armor Skill" has turned pale. Although he has only practiced the first level, he has already been tortured by Doctor Mo and complained to the sky. Not only did he have to soak some unpleasant medicinal juice at regular intervals, but he also had to be beaten with Doctor Mo's wooden stick from time to time, saying that it was to temper his muscles and bones.

These rough practice methods made him unable to sleep peacefully every night for a period of time. Because his whole body was red and swollen, whenever he touched the wooden bed, he grinned in pain.

It was a nightmare for him.

As for Han Li's nameless formulas, Zhang Tie envied him from the bottom of his heart. He felt that every day, as long as he meditated and recited scriptures like a monk, Han Li could only be speechless after hearing these words.

Han Li could still understand Zhang Tie's fear of the later stages of the "Elephant Armor Technique". Who knows, when he has to experience torture that is several times more severe than before, he will feel restless and have trouble sleeping and eating.

Zhang Tie was able to persevere until now without giving up, which has already made Han Li greatly admired.

If it were him, he would never practice this kind of self-torturing martial arts, even if he could become a first-class master overnight, he would have the same idea.

While the two were talking, dinner was almost finished. After Zhang Tie hurriedly cleaned up the dishes, he got up and said goodbye. Before leaving, he was asked to rest early to heal his injured foot.

Han Li stood at the door, watched the other party leave, and then hurried back into the house, closing the doors and windows tightly, leaving only one skylight open for ventilation. Only then did he take out the bottle from the bag and study it again.

After all, Han Li was only a ten-year-old child, and after tossing around for a while, seeing that he had no clue, he became a little tired. In addition, there was still an injury on the foot, and he was a little tired, so he leaned against the bed with the bottle in his hand, and fell asleep drowsily.

After an unknown amount of time, Han Li, who was sleeping soundly, suddenly felt a icy sensation coming from one hand.

Han Li shuddered shiveringly, barely opened his heavy eyelids, and stared at his hand in a daze.

Suddenly, he sat up immediately, his mouth was wide open, and he didn't even notice that the saliva flowed from one side of the mouth. He no longer felt sleepy at all, and was completely shocked by the sight in front of him.

Streaks of white light visible to the naked eye fell from the sky through the only open skylight in the room, and all of them gathered on the bottle in his hand, forming white spots the size of rice grains, covering the whole bottle with a thin layer of light. Surrounded by white light.

This white light is very soft, not dazzling at all, and that cold feeling comes from this faint white light.

Han Li swallowed a mouthful of icy saliva before he woke up suddenly. He threw the bottle in his hand aside as if it was hot, and he scrambled to hide on the other side. After observing vigilantly for a while, he found that there seemed to be no danger, so he approached cautiously again.

Surrounded by white light, the bottle looks extraordinarily beautiful and attractive, and also has a bit of mystery.

Han Li hesitated for a moment, poked the bottle lightly a few times with his fingers, and saw that there was no response, so he carefully picked up the bottle again. Putting it on the table again, I lay down nearby, excitedly observing this strange sight I had never seen before.

Without blinking, Han Li stared intently at the bottle in the white light for more than a quarter of an hour, finally allowing him to discover some of the mysteries in it.

This bottle is penetrating through the surface of the bottle, constantly absorbing the white light spots wandering nearby. No, it's not absorption, but these light spots are desperately squeezing into the bottle, one by one scrambling to be the first, as if they are alive.

Han Li was a little curious, and lightly touched one of them with the tip of his finger.

Cool! Other than that, there is nothing special about it.

Han Li raised his head to look, and saw strands of white light continuously falling through the skylight, showing no signs of stopping.

Han Li looked at the closed doors and windows, and then at the open skylight above.

With an idea, he gently pushed the door open, and peeked out.

Fortunately, it was late at night, except for a few cuckoos of autumn insects, it was quiet outside, and there was no one around.

Han Li retracted his head, turned around and grabbed the vial, put it into the leather bag, and ran out quickly. He ran until he reached a secluded, empty place with no one there, and then stopped.

I glanced around with my eyes to make sure that no one else was here. Only then carefully took out the bottle again, and gently placed it on the ground.

The light spot near the bottle disappeared without a trace after it was put into the leather bag, but Han Li was not worried.

Sure enough, after a while, strands of light gathered from all directions, much more than in the room. Then countless white light spots densely appeared around the small bottle, forming a huge light cluster the size of a washbasin.