Zi Ling, the immortal maiden, also caught the meaning in Han Li's words. Her face flushed slightly, and the old man gazed silently at the white bones scattered beneath him, his eyes flickering with thoughts he could not quite express. Meanwhile, Han Li, as if unaware of their presence, glanced around calmly, continuing his composed analysis: "Since even cultivators at the mid-stage of approaching Dan stage have perished here, it clearly indicates that this fierce spirit's cultivation is absolutely formidable. Even if it hasn't yet reached the level of Ghost King, it is surely very close. I wonder if Miss Zhi Ling and Master Ge have prepared yourselves mentally for the possibility of being completely extinguished here. If you two wish to return immediately, you need not face such a peril. As for me, however, I must still take this risk!" Han Li's voice remained calm, yet upon hearing this, both of them exchanged puzzled glances. After a while, Zhi Ling, after thoughtful consideration, finally declared with determination: "Master Han! If I am unable to achieve the Dan stage in this lifetime, and thus forever fall into the realm of ghosts, then I shall accept that fate. I shall not return." Her voice was firm and resolute, clearly indicating that she had made up her mind. Yet upon hearing her, Han Li could only shake his head in quiet resignation and turn back to look at the elder. Ge Li's face remained uncertain, shifting between expressions of doubt and hesitation. After a while, he sighed and said, "Actually, I came here merely hoping to harvest some Lifespan Fruits—nothing of vital importance that I absolutely had to secure. Given the current peril ahead, I think it best to return along the same path. After all, a peaceful transformation into immortality is far preferable to an eternal fate in the realm of ghosts." With these words, he glanced at them with a touch of humility. Then, bowing slightly to both of them, he raised his sleeve and, without further hesitation, vanished into the mist along the original route. Han Li stood motionless on the spot, gazing silently in the direction where the elder had disappeared, remaining silent for a long time. Zǐ Líng, the Immortal Maiden, looked visibly disappointed. With one less Dan-stage cultivator joining their journey, the dangers within the ghost mist now seemed even greater. "Master Han, shall we be moving now?" Zi Ling, the immortal maiden, glanced around at the gloomy, dense mist and managed a forced smile as she spoke to Han Li. Though she had sounded resolute just moments before, she herself was uncertain whether this choice of clan was truly correct or not—she wasn’t sure even now. Her heart fluttered with indecision. Han Li responded with a simple, calm "hm," then lowered his gaze to the skeletal remains. Suddenly, with a single hand motion, the "Fire-Repelling Immortal Robe" shot upward, materializing in his hands before he calmly stored it in his storage scroll. Zi Ling was momentarily surprised, opening her pink lips to speak, but after a moment's thought, decided against it. Then, Han Li's next action sent her even more aback. With a flick of his finger, a streak of jade-green swordlight launched forth, striking the ground and carving out a deep pit several zhang wide. Then, with a gentle sweep of his sleeve, he gently placed the entire skeleton along with the remnants of the magical artifacts into the pit, covering them completely. At this point, Zilin the Immortal Maiden looked utterly puzzled. "Does it seem strange to you that I've acted in a rather unusual way?" Han Li suddenly turned to her, speaking calmly. "A little, yes," Zilin hesitated before admitting the truth. Han Li smiled gently at this. "I've kept it hidden simply because, as fellow cultivators, I don't know which day I might end up as just a pile of white bones. Since I've met you, I thought it only right to lend a hand—so that you won't be left to rot in the wilderness. I hope, when I meet my end, someone will come to gather my bones and carry on my path. As for this precious robe, I naturally took it because the deceased would have no use for it. Burial deep underground would be a great waste. I've taken it, quite simply, as a token of gratitude for the service of gathering my bones." Han Li said slowly. After hearing this, the astonishment on Zilin's face gradually faded, and she began to ponder. At that moment, Han Li stepped forward and began to walk ahead. Zi Ling, seeing this, glanced at the fresh mound of earth recently buried there, sighed softly, and then slowly followed along. "Master Zi Ling, how much do you know about the origins of the Xutian Hall? Could you share a bit about the Xutian Hall with me?" Since there were only the two of them, Han Li simply waited a moment, walking side by side with the young lady, displaying a relaxed and leisurely demeanor. Zi Ling observed Han Li's composed expression and found herself feeling a mix of emotions. It was truly unexpected that someone at just the initial stage of Jie Dan could remain so calm and composed in such a perilous situation. Yet this also gave her great reassurance—this clearly indicated that he had some solid backing. Upon hearing Han Li's question, she paused slightly before responding gracefully: "The Xutian Hall has existed in the Luanxing Sea for an indeterminate period of time. We only know that every three hundred years, it descends from beyond the heavens to settle in any corner of the Luanxing Sea, often in remote, sparsely populated regions." The hall houses a vast array of treasures, whether it be elixirs, ancient artifacts, or cultivation techniques—making it a natural destination for such items. Therefore, it is likely that the ancient cultivators of the primordial era deliberately constructed this hidden pavilion for some unknown reason. Each time the pavilion is opened, numerous high-level cultivators come to explore its riches. Yet she felt slightly disappointed. Han Li remained unchanged in expression, giving her a sense of profound mystery. "Even if there are more treasures within the Xitian Pavilion, after all these years of repeated openings, shouldn't there be only a few left?" Han Li asked casually once more. "That's not entirely clear. However, the Pavilion has only been opened a limited number of times, and each treasure is hidden with great secrecy—securing one is no easy task. There should still be quite a few! It's said that most visitors manage to find one or two, which would already be considered fortunate. It's quite common for cultivators to return empty-handed with only ordinary medicinal herbs. This depends entirely on each individual's fortune. Otherwise, the treasures of this Pavilion would have long since been swept away by the Yuan Ying stage cultivators." Zi Ling, the Purple Spirit, spoke with some hesitation. Han Li nodded thoughtfully, then paused, and slightly quickened his pace. Next, the two followed the trail left by the black-robed figure for a full meal's worth of time, with no unexpected events occurring. This gave Lady Zilin a slight sense of reassurance. Perhaps the vengeful spirit had gone off to intercept other cultivators on different paths, thus not being here. Her hopes now soared! However, just as this thought formed in Lady Zilin's mind, Han Li frowned and halted his steps again. "What's wrong?" she suddenly exclaimed, startled, and immediately stood still as well, her voice tinged with unease. She cast her divine awareness around, but found nothing. "The black-robed figure must have encountered the demonic spirit and is now engaged in battle with it," Han Li said, his eyes flashing with intensity and his tone growing colder. "Then what should we do? Should we go up and assist, or should we take the opportunity to proceed around?" Lady Zilin hesitated, clearly uncertain. Han Li glanced at her, sensing that she likely still favored the latter option—seeking to make a timely escape. This approach cannot be considered wrong. If this weren't a realm shrouded in ghostly mist, Han Li would have immediately taken this course without hesitation. But now—Han Li shook his head, sighed softly, and then strode forward resolutely. Zi Ling, the immortal maiden, was momentarily startled. Yet after a brief thought, she stomped her jade foot and followed closely behind. After pursuing her for several dozen paces, she began to hear the crackling of spells and a faint, delicate weeping sound—soft, clear, and low, like that of a woman's voice, sharp yet slightly broken, as though it were about to dissolve. The sound was so persistent and delicate that it made her feel restless and uneasy. She had only heard a brief moment of it, yet her spirit was already stirred, and she felt as though she might want to dance and gesture wildly. This startled Zi Ling deeply. She quickly employed her meditation technique to stabilize her spirit, then dared to wipe a cold sweat and lift her gaze. At that moment, she had already lost sight of Han Li's back. Hesitating, she finally resolved herself, and then advanced slowly with a serious expression. To her surprise, after stepping only a short distance further, she found Han Li standing with his hands behind his back, his expression serious and composed. This sight filled her with joy, and she hurried over to him. However, before she could reach him, the sound of ghostly wailing suddenly intensified, causing her to feel dizzy and disoriented, her hands and feet beginning to dance wildly—she could not control them at all. Her face turned pale with shock and fear.