(All of you with monthly passes—please vote! Though our updates aren't as frequent as others', Forget-Speech has been diligently writing chapter by chapter. We'd really like to get some support too!) Inside the grand hall of the Earth-Level Stone Hall, the booming sounds never ceased. The disciples of Yan Yue Sect were still struggling, using their magical tools to strike at a massive stone pit several zhang deep. Yet no matter what tool they used, the impact only shattered pieces of stone a few inches in size—each blow only adding to their growing sense of despair. After several hours, all the male and female disciples sat motionless on the ground, staring silently at the deep pit, their expressions lifeless. By now, they no longer believed that their senior master could be rescued. Everyone began to worry about the dire consequences if the master were lost, and started to think about their own futures. At that moment, a tremendous roar came from outside the stone hall, followed by a strong tremor in the ground—seeming as though an earthquake had struck outside. The disciples were momentarily startled. "What on earth is going on?" The disciples stared at each other, two male disciples immediately hastened out of the stone pavilion to investigate. "Master!" Soon, their excited voices echoed from outside the pavilion, so loud that even those still inside the hall could hear them clearly. Startled and exchanging surprised glances, the others quickly surged out in a rush. At about ten zhang from the pavilion entrance, a large hole, about one zhang in diameter, had appeared. Standing near the opening was a stunning young woman in a flowing white robe—her appearance exactly matching the elder female master of the Yanyue Sect. At this moment, the master was calmly gazing toward the distance, her expression utterly composed and detached. She paid no attention whatsoever to the two male disciples now standing behind her. This sudden shift left the disciples initially thrilled, then instantly as if a cold stream had been poured over them—awake and alert. Could it be that this master intended to hold the incident of disrupting the seal against them? Upon thinking of this, all the disciples turned to look at the female disciple among the two young beauties, causing her to suddenly realize her situation, her face turning pale and her heart racing with fear. The white-clad woman gazed ahead for a full minute before slowly turning back to gaze at the disciples behind her, and issued a cold command: "Set out!" To escape from the underground marsh, the woman who had a fated union with her employed a secret technique, temporarily transferring the restrained spell power to Han Li, enabling him to leap from the eleventh stage to the peak of the Qi Condensation stage. Together, one of them used the Red Phoenix Ring while the other activated the Golden Light Brick Seal, and thus they managed to carve out a tunnel directly connecting the underground to the surface. Throughout this journey, every time Han Li's spell power waned, the woman silently channeled her own power to him. When they finally emerged from the depths, although Han Li's Golden Light Brick Seal had been completely drained and reduced to mere scraps, the young woman had expended the accumulated strength of over two decades—clearly bearing significant losses! Indeed, this woman's *Cycle of Rebirth Technique* is truly remarkable. During her cycle, she can transfer the restrained spell power to another man, yet she cannot herself lift the restriction or pass it on to a woman. Moreover, the amount of power transferred is limited by the recipient's own stage of cultivation. Han Li, being only at the Qi Condensation stage, could only receive a foundational amount of spiritual energy—no more than the first thirteen layers of his basic cultivation techniques—making it impossible for him to advance into the Foundation Establishment stage. It was only when he finally broke through the last barrier at the earth's surface that he had just received the woman's spiritual energy. Thus, at present, he still retains that lingering sense of the thirteen layers, allowing him to savor this unusual experience for a while longer. "Nan Gong Wan," Han Li silently murmured in his heart—this was precisely the name he had asked for when he parted from her. Yet, despite his longing, the woman's reluctance to share her name left him somewhat saddened. He knew well that, whether he remained at the Qi Condensation stage or progressed to Foundation Establishment, their lives and positions within the immortal realm were worlds apart. Therefore, he could only accept, with a bitter sense of resignation, her seemingly indifferent demeanor at the time of their parting. Han Li had a clear self-awareness—he knew he had a solid chance of reaching the Foundation Stage, but for the Dan Stage, he could only look up in admiration. With such a vast Huangfeng Valley, housing over ten thousand cultivators, only a handful had reached the Dan Stage. This reality left Han Li, who knew his own aptitude was not particularly strong, utterly without confidence. Seven Dan-stage cultivators finally struggled to open the entrance, then calmly gazed at the dark passage, waiting in silence for the first one to step out. Clearly, this time the spell to lift the seal was much easier than it had been five days ago. Once the passage appeared, the seven immediately withdrew their treasures, and surprisingly, the passage remained stable and unbroken, steadily leading straight to the inner sanctum. The other dozen or so Jian-Stage leaders behind them, however, each appeared slightly tense—after all, this directly affected the next allocation of Jian-Stage pills, which was closely tied to their own responsibilities. Meanwhile, Master Qiong from Yan Yue Sect had appeared silently on a nearby large stone, smiling warmly and observing the group with keen interest. He clearly cared deeply about this latest bet. Finally, after half an hour of waiting, a middle-aged Taoist stepped out with a composed demeanor. His Taoist robes were dusty, with several noticeable tears and streaks of blood, clearly indicating that he had fought hard to make it through. After the middle-aged Taoist emerged, he bowed respectfully to the Dan-stage Taoist of Qingxu Sect and then settled quietly beside him, sitting in meditation. The Dan-stage Taoist smiled gently at the middle-aged Taoist, nodding slightly in approval. Li Shizhu remained calm and expressionless, but Qiong, the old master, rolled his eyes and emitted a discontented hum. Subsequently, disciples from Hua Dao Workshop—the gentle man, the plain-looking Zhong Wu from Lingshou Mountain, the blue-robed young man from Tianque Fort, and the Chen siblings from Huangfeng Valley—each bearing varying degrees of injuries, filed out of the passage one after another. Each approached the senior figures of their respective sects, looked weary, and then sat down to rest in meditation. After another meal's time, a large number of disciples emerged. These were different from the earlier solitary figures—they came in pairs or small groups of three. Their expressions varied widely: some were enthusiastic and joyful, others looked deeply discouraged, while others appeared merely relieved and fortunate. These individuals, together with several who had emerged earlier, now totaled over twenty disciples from the seven sects. Yet still no representative from Yanyue Sect had appeared, which caused the members of the other six sects to express surprise. However, the Yanyue Sect elders, including the Old Master Qiong and the Lady Nishang, remained composed, displaying an air of confident assurance. At that moment, Han Li glanced at the situation outside the corridor and slowly walked to his sect's position, sitting down in the same order as the others. It happened to be that the Chen siblings were right beside him. Among the survivors who had emerged from the sealed realm, the Huang Feng Valley sect had the highest number—among the six sects! Besides the Chen siblings, there was another elder and a young disciple. With Han Li joining them, a total of five emerged—far exceeding the three or four from other sects, and even surpassing the mere two from the Giant Sword Sect. This success brought a visible smile to Li Shizhu's face, who now radiated warmth and delight. The Chen siblings and the other two disciples, upon seeing Han Li, a disciple of the eleventh rank, who had emerged from the sealed realm completely unharmed, were momentarily astonished. But soon, as if recalling something, they exchanged a look of disdain and glanced at Han Li with disapproval, then turned away and paid no further attention to him. Clearly, they all believed Han Li to be timid, having merely hidden away without participating in a single confrontation, and thus surely having gained nothing. As the time for the channel's closure drew nearer, the appearance of one representative from Yanyue Sect caused the old master Qiong and Lady Nixiang to grow increasingly restless, their expressions clearly marked with concern. This development brought quiet relief to Li Shizhu and the Daoist standing beside him—clearly, the members of Yanyue Sect had indeed encountered difficulties. Han Li, observing all this, furrowed his brow, feeling somewhat surprised. He had escaped the underground marsh alongside Nan Gong Wan, so why had Yanyue Sect's representatives not yet arrived? His concern for the young woman grew stronger. (Recommended: Your friend's book "Wandering Through the World" (Book No. 179020), with over 500,000 public copies—please take a look!)