Inside a secret chamber in the courtyard that Han Li was staying, the ground and the table were littered with scrunched-up balls of paper, presenting a rather messy sight.

On these scrunched up pieces of paper were all types of complex and profound array runes, and Han Li was seated beside the table, in the process of rapidly inscribing runes down onto more pieces of paper.

Moments later, he raised his head and heaved a long sigh as he set down the brush in his hand.

Recently, he had been racking his brains, tapping into all of his memories and expertise in the art of arrays in an attempt to remove the chains of laws on his nascent soul, but unfortunately, he hadn't made any substantial progress.

Even though he had designed several restrictions that looked as if they could remove those chains of laws, they were only feasible in theory, and after careful consideration, none of them were deemed to be viable in practice.

The biggest problem was that he knew far too little about the eight chains of laws that his nascent soul was bound by. If he could find out what type of power of laws was imbued within these chains, perhaps there would be a sliver of hope.

Right at this moment, a streak of white light flew in from outside before transforming into a voice transmission talisman.

Han Li drew the voice transmission talisman...