Han Li followed behind the officials of Nanlong, finally breaking free from the vast wind array stretching for dozens of miles. Throughout the journey, not a single cultivator appeared to obstruct their path—this proved to be a remarkable coincidence. At the time, when he had first emerged from the restriction, he had noticed an unusual phenomenon. Indeed, it was quite fortuitous. Originally, due to his awareness being unable to penetrate the swirling sand and wind, he had resorted to channeling his spiritual energy into his eyes, attempting the divinely clear vision technique of his spiritual eyes. After all, he had already used the clear-spirit water to cleanse his eyes multiple times. Now, it was finally time to see the results. To his great surprise, the originally hazy wind and sand had been effortlessly clarified and transparent under the gaze of his spiritual eyes. He was thrilled by this development. Yet, shortly thereafter, he grew puzzled. Within the distant wind and sand, he noticed a round, dark silhouette, spanning over ten zhang in diameter. As he was startled, the spiritual energy in his eyes dimmed, and the silhouette vanished entirely. What the naked eye could see was still a sea of wind and sand. Han Li was taken aback, then used his spiritual vision to examine again—only to find the shadow still in the same place, as if it had never been there at all. This time, however, Han Li strengthened the spiritual energy within his eyes, and the shadow gradually became clearer, revealing faint movements that seemed to suggest the presence of several human figures. Upon further infusion of spiritual energy, the clarity remained unchanged—this appeared to be the limit of his spiritual vision. Yet now, Han Li understood clearly that someone had been casting a spell, concealing themselves nearby to observe them. Though he did not yet know the nature of this astonishing ability—capable of deceiving even a Yuan婴-stage cultivator—he knew without a doubt that only a legal cultivator could have achieved such a feat. It seemed the other party also recognized the strength of their group and did not wish to engage directly, choosing instead to remain quietly observant. Thus, Han Li did not reveal their presence, but merely pretended not to notice and continued on his way. He likely believed these individuals lacked the courage to step forward and obstruct them again. As soon as they broke free from the yellow sand wind array, Han Li and the others immediately activated their flight spells, transforming into a series of brilliant streaks of light, rushing forward at full speed through the air. They knew that although they had evaded the vanguard of the legal cultivators, the main force would soon arrive. If they failed to escape this stretch of arid plain within a short time, their lives would truly be in jeopardy. Whether faced with individual high-ranking cultivators from the legal army or a mass assault by countless legal cultivators, they would surely be overwhelmed. Thus, Nan Long Hou and the others said nothing, merely focusing on accelerating their flight. With their profound cultivation levels, they managed to gradually increase their speed, and within just half a day, they began to catch sight of a faint green hue on the distant ground—finally reaching the edge of the Mulan Grassland. "Well, finally we can breathe a sigh of relief," Nan Long Hou, leading the way, exhaled deeply and smiled slightly, then slowed down his flight speed. Having continuously expended so much spiritual energy over such a long period, he was even beginning to feel the strain. Others were no better off, their flight speed gradually slowing down. "Indeed. We've arrived safely without any incident. Even if the Mulan people regret their decision, they'll never be able to catch up with us," said the dark-faced Han character, clearly believing they had now escaped danger. "Never let our guard down! There are many accomplished spiritual masters among us, each possessing astonishing abilities. We—ah!" The white-robed elder had just spoken two sentences when he suddenly paused, his expression turning puzzled as he glanced back behind. Han Li noticed this and felt a spark of insight, about to speak when, from a distant point behind, a sharp, piercing roar began to rise faintly. In an instant, the unusual cry grew threefold in intensity. Everyone now reacted instantly, their faces pale, all turning to look back. Lo and behold, a shimmer of white light flickered on the distant horizon, and a seemingly modest luminous sphere surged toward them at a speed that left the onlookers astounded. How astonishingly swift it was! "Three days from now, we'll meet again here." Nanlong Marquis hurriedly said this, then immediately pulled out several identical jade scrolls from his sleeve, tossing one to each person. In the brief pause, the Wind-riding car had already become clearly visible in the distance. "All of you, go your ways. We shall meet again in three days." Without further delay, Nanlong Marquis enveloped himself in golden light and shot off diagonally. The white-robed elder, however, turned gloomy and vanished into a streak of white light, heading in a direction opposite to that of the Marquis. After receiving their scrolls, no one lingered—everyone promptly activated their secret techniques and dispersed. The man with a stern face burst forth with several feet of pale yellow spiritual flames, plunged downward toward the ground, and disappeared entirely, having employed the earth-transcendence technique. The elderly woman, meanwhile, had her silver light shimmering, and a bright silver crane hairpin appeared in her hands. A surge of spiritual energy struck the treasure, and instantly, a white-feathered spiritual crane appeared, enveloped in a veil of white mist. With a swift movement, the elderly woman steadied herself on the crane's back, trembling slightly. After a long call, the crane and the woman soared together to a distance of over a hundred paces. Meanwhile, the cold-faced cultivator of the You family radiated a brilliant silver glow, then, after pressing two hand seals, fused with some other artifact and transformed into a silver dragon that surged upward, breaking through the clouds and vanishing into the mist. Wang Tiangu, Wang Chan, and Yan Ruoyan, meanwhile, employed an unknown secret technique of the Gui Ling Sect, merging into a thick, dark streak of light and flying off together. In an instant, they had become a single dark dot, their speed of flight nothing short of astonishing. Han Li did not lag behind either. Almost as soon as he received the jade scroll from Nan Long Hou, a flash of red light appeared, and a crimson cloak materialized around him. Once he had chosen a direction, he immediately poured a large amount of spiritual energy into the cloak. The hum resonated from the cloak, and a brilliant crimson glow surged forth. Han Li transformed into a swirling mass of blood light, shooting forward with such speed that he did not lag behind anyone else at all. Even then, he paused briefly to glance back at the wind-chariot chasing after him. Though the vehicle was still some distance away, Han Li’s sharp awareness allowed him to clearly perceive its details within mere eyeblinks. How truly strange this artifact was! It resembled a clean, square-bodied beast-chariot, yet lacked any spiritual creature pulling it, nor did it have wheels beneath. Instead, dark red wooden wings—each about seven to eight zhang in length—extended from either side of the vehicle’s walls. Symbols shimmered along the wings, with vibrant, five-colored glimmers flowing continuously. Upon closer inspection, Han Li was astonished to discover that the entire wind-chariot was composed of an unknown type of animal bone, finely crafted and intricately assembled, exuding a subtle aura of ferocity and menace. Due to the bright white light diffusing through, he could only make out the general outlines of several figures seated inside. Moreover, since he had never faced off against any of the Fashis before, Han Li was hesitant to easily extend his divine awareness into the Wind-riding Carriage, instead turning his attention to once again activating his crimson cloak and heading directly south toward the Mulan Grasslands. In a short while, the nine-member group, including Han Li, had already flown over ten miles. The Wind-riding Carriage, however, reached the spot where Han Li and his companions had parted ways, prompting Han Li to glance back at it once more. Suddenly, the carriage halted, and after a few flashes of white light, four figures of varying attire stepped out—one male, one female, and two males. The four Fashis gathered together, discussed briefly, then divided into four groups, each setting off to pursue the southern members of the party. Meanwhile, no one pursued Han Li’s direction. Seeing this, Han Li felt reassured and was about to exhale a long breath of relief when, suddenly, he thought again and quietly exclaimed, “Not good!” At the same time, the windmill that had momentarily stopped suddenly flashed with brilliant white light several times, then surged toward Han Li. The sharp, piercing roar sounded like a brain-draining symphony, making Han Li's complexion pale amidst the blood glow. Yet Han Li merely snorted, his body radiating an increasingly brilliant and dazzling light. His speed of flight instantly improved by one-third, and the crimson cloak he wore began to emit a deep, resonant hum. Two luminous spheres now formed—one glowing with blood red light at the front, the other with white light trailing behind—separated by over ten miles, began to move in a pursuit and escape rhythm. Though the windmill's speed was indeed remarkable, Han Li's crimson cloak was no less impressive. The two thus found themselves in a stalemate, unable to close the gap any further. A short while later, they entered the vast grassland one after the other, and soon after, the two light spheres vanished from view at the edge of the grassland, vanishing into the deeper reaches of the plain.