No one else mentioned it, yet Xuan Gu, whose separation had only recently occurred, sat alone in a corner of the hall, coldly gazing at him, her eyes revealing unmistakable surprise. At the same time, two figures stood on another jade pillar—among them, the young female cultivator, with a clear and refined appearance, stared at Han Li in astonishment, her face filled with bewilderment. She was none other than Zi Ling, the purple spirit maiden from Miao Yin Sect, and beside her stood a man in a flowing green robe, composed and graceful in demeanor. Noticing the unusual expression on Zi Ling’s face, the man turned and studied Han Li carefully from head to toe. Seeing that Han Li appeared young and fresh-faced, a flash of cold light passed through his eyes, and he asked her a question. To which Zi Ling smiled gently, exchanged a few words with him, clearly explaining Han Li’s identity. Han Li frowned slightly, paid no attention to the actions of the two figures, and instead turned his gaze coldly toward another direction. The gaze from here clearly carried an unwelcoming tone, which made Han Li somewhat puzzled. Upon closer inspection, he found an elder glaring at him with evident anger. Han Li was taken aback and immediately recognized the man—realizing that trouble had arrived. The elder was none other than the Miao Elder from the Six-Connected Hall. Back then, when the incident involving the Infant Carp Beast arose, the Miao Elder and the elder named Gu had intended to eliminate Han Li to silence him. Unforeseen, Han Li had managed to turn the situation around by leveraging the severe depletion of the Miao Elder's vital energy and the effectiveness of the array's restrictions, ultimately defeating them. Even after so many years, this Miao Elder still remembered him—clearly indicating a deep personal bond between him and the Gu Elder who had been killed. Though Han Li had muttered a few thoughts to himself, he now regarded the matter as less pressing. A brief glance at the other cultivators revealed that among them, he knew none. After a moment's hesitation, he finally stepped through the blue glow and entered the hall. Then, he casually selected a lone jade pillar with no one else present and settled himself cross-legged, just like the others. Only after doing so did he formally take a close look at the unfamiliar cultivators. Since his awareness was also affected by the seals within the hall, he could not gauge the actual levels of the other cultivators. He only knew that most of them were likely at the Jiadian stage or above—perhaps even more. The Jianji cultivators might be the exception, and it was possible that there were even several Yuanying-period elders among them. With this in mind, although he remained still in his seated position, he carefully observed each of the others. After a while, he finally noticed something unusual and identified two cultivators who were almost certainly at the Yuanying stage. One was an elderly scholar with a yellow robe and white eyebrows, his face lean and refined. He leisurely rested one hand behind his back while gently holding a worn bamboo scroll in the other, reading it intently and occasionally nodding or shaking his head with a bookish air. Another figure was a middle-aged, elegant woman dressed in clean white robes, untouched by dust. Her face was beautiful, yet she exuded a piercing coldness that seemed to seep into one’s bones, making her appear as if one should keep well away. At present, this composed, frosty woman was calmly wiping a long, black sword sheathed in its scabbard. From the moment Han Li appeared outside the hall until he entered, she had not once glanced at him—her demeanor radiated an unmistakable grace and superiority. While other cultivators also displayed calmness and extreme detachment, in comparison to these two, their composure seemed somewhat artificial. Moreover, most of the other cultivators cast their eyes upon these two with a subtle sense of reverence—something that was absent among the others. This alone confirmed Han Li that both of them were surely senior cultivators at the Yuan Ying stage. Of course, Han Li also knew that among the others, there were certainly a few exceptional individuals who should not be underestimated. The most evident example was the Xuan Gu Bone Master. Regarding the senior immortal, he seemed no more than a late stage of Jie Dan. Yet when it came to actual combat, a Jie Dan late-stage cultivator far fell short of him—almost on par with a Yuan Yin stage cultivator. Who knew there might be several such players among the others, pretending to be ordinary while actually being formidable? Han Li kept murmuring to himself, yet seemed to have forgotten that extinguishing a peer-level cultivator himself hadn’t been particularly taxing. Regardless, after a series of calculations, Han Li grew increasingly cautious, frequently pondering the true intentions behind these gathered individuals. It wouldn’t be merely for some dull cultivator gathering, would it? After all, both the fragmented silk scroll and this floating, ethereal Heavenly Hall exuded such mystery, drawing even Yuan Yin cultivators. Clearly, something significant was about to unfold here. Yet, unfortunately, Han Li remained entirely unaware of what it was. Otherwise, he could quietly plan out his subsequent actions, avoiding the risk of unexpected dangers or emergencies that might leave him in a disadvantageous position. For now, he could only go with the flow. As Han Li was pondering this, a soft voice from the Xuan Gu Shangren suddenly reached his ears. "Young man, I didn't expect you to also possess the Fragments of the Void Sky Map. How about we collaborate on this treasure-seeking mission?" "Treasure-seeking?" Hearing these two words, Han Li felt a surge of joy—knowing that this time he had indeed come to the right place. Yet, he maintained his composed expression and calmly replied, "Could you please tell me how you envision our collaboration?" Upon hearing that Han Li wasn't immediately rejecting the idea, the young man formed from the Xuan Gu Shangren felt a renewed sense of confidence. Just as he was about to transmit a more detailed discussion, footsteps echoed from the entrance hall, and then two figures entered the hall with grandeur. As Han Li and the Xuan Gu Shangren recognized these two visitors, they both suddenly grew visibly alarmed. Han Li was a bit better, though his face had turned pale. As for Xuan Gu Shan-ren, his entire countenance had twisted into a state of bloodthirsty frenzy. Yet fortunately, he was deeply composed! This expression flashed across his face only briefly before he quickly regained his normal composure. The two who had just entered the hall had not noticed any unusual signs in Xuan Gu Shan-ren. However, Han Li watched them closely and silently sighed with growing concern. One of them, in fact, was Wu Chou, the young master of Ji Yin Island. The other, though unfamiliar to Han Li—a middle-aged cultivator with a pale complexion and long, slender eyes—Han Li had a strong intuition about his identity, and regretted having come here even more. At that moment, the middle-aged cultivator led Wu Chou into the hall, surveyed the room with a cold, steady gaze, and then paused on the face of a yellow-faced cultivator, where he coldly chuckled several times. The yellow-faced cultivator turned ashen, his body slightly trembling. But then he remembered something else, straightened up instantly, and stood fully upright once more. "Good! Excellent!" the middle-aged man said with a cold chuckle, his eyes flashing with frost as he turned his gaze steadily toward Han Li. As soon as the man's eyes settled on Han Li, Han Li felt as though he were being watched by a venomous snake, his hairs standing on end. Though he maintained a composed expression, his heart was deeply uneasy. Yet suddenly, Han Li was startled. For upon clearly seeing Han Li's face, the middle-aged man's face revealed a subtle, unmistakable expression of surprise—though he quickly regained his composure, Han Li had already noticed it clearly. Now Han Li found himself puzzled, his doubts deepening. The Xuan Gu Shangren observed this scene and was equally taken aback. After a moment's pause, he blinked several times and then lowered his head, beginning to ponder thoughtfully. At that moment, the middle-aged man had spotted the elderly scholar and the middle-aged beauty, paused slightly, then withdrew the frosty glint in his eyes, and bowed politely to them with a smile: "I didn't expect both Qing from Nan He Island and Wen Lady from Bai Bi Mountain to have arrived as well. I must say, I'm truly honored!" "What could be considered an oversight? Qing's family is far from as grand as Wu's, and I'm merely here hoping to make a chance encounter. After all, this gathering happens only once every three hundred years. Moreover, I've heard that Maonu's beard has also received a partial map of the Void Sky from someone else—perhaps he'll be coming soon too. Then, perhaps we these old timers can finally gather again." The elder gently set down the bamboo scroll, speaking with a half-smile that carried a hint of reserve. "Will Maonu also be coming?" The middle-aged man's expression changed noticeably, as though deeply respectful of this person. "Yes! It seems he's approaching the end of his lifespan and has come to the Void Sky Hall specifically to collect longevity fruits to prepare several immortal pills." "I hope to live for another fifty or sixty years," the elder said with a flourish, as though laced with a touch of cold irony. The poised, composed woman, meanwhile, kept her head down, steadily polishing her sword, paying no attention to the two's conversation. Han Li, upon listening to their exchange, could not help but take a deep breath of cool air. Though the dialogue was brief, it revealed a wealth of valuable information. Indeed, the middle-aged man was truly the Jade-Extremity Master who had once taken up residence within the Wuchou body. From their words, it seemed another senior cultivator at the Yuan Ying stage was also expected to arrive. It was truly astonishing that the Xitian Hall possessed elixirs capable of extending life spans—how could that be? That explained why even senior Yuan Ying cultivators had come all the way to make the journey. (As we've now reached the **section, we're carefully crafting the details and outlining the overall structure. Consequently, the update pace may slow down slightly over the coming days. I sincerely apologize for this delay. Today, we'll only have one update. Please rest well!)