Hearing the Master of the Gui Ling Sect's words, several cultivators felt greatly reassured, for indeed few had any detailed knowledge about the Fumao Valley. "To ease the minds of all of you, I will send my son and Elder Zhong ahead. Then you may proceed at your own convenience," Wang Tiansheng said, waving toward Wang Chan and Yan Ruyan in the distance. Wang Chan, wearing a silver mask, and Yan Ruyan, said nothing, quietly walked from outside the array to its center, where an elder in mid Yuan stage also moved in silently and without expression. Then, with a single command from Wang Tiansheng, the cultivators in the air simultaneously lowered their array flags slightly, causing vibrant beams of colored light—thick as arms—to shoot downward and strike various points of the array. Immediately, the entire array began to resonate, with the stones glowing brightly. Amidst the shimmering light, the three figures suddenly vanished from the center of the array. Seeing this, the cultivators nearby, who had been watching closely, were stirred into a commotion. Wang Tiansheng still paid no attention to others, and once again sent Wang Tiangu with seven or eight Jin Dan cultivators to be transported in succession. This time, the other cultivators had clearly understood the method: although the array appeared so vast, it seemed capable of transporting only three people at a time. Thus, the Gui Ling Sect cultivators could only proceed in batches. Seeing that the Gui Ling Sect cultivators clearly intended to move ahead, many of the others at the valley entrance grew eager. Yet, each of these seasoned and cautious cultivators hesitated, unwilling to make a hasty move. They all wanted to see if others would take the initiative first, for the Gui Ling Sect's reputation was not exactly stellar—should anything go wrong, it could mean the difference between life and death. Han Li stood up and stepped onto the mound, remaining steadfast and refusing to descend. Wang Tiansheng, observing this, let out a cold laugh, arched his hands behind his back, and gazed upward, his figure motionless in the air. The atmosphere at the valley entrance instantly became subtle and still. Amid this somewhat awkward atmosphere, the Mulan people took action. A group of more than a dozen Mulan fashis, led silently by the Zhong-family scholar and the Le-family lady, moved steadily toward the great array without a word. A fleeting streak of blackness passed over Wang Tiansheng's face, then settled back into its usual calm. Meanwhile, Wei Wuyacha, who had been gazing upward in silence, slowly lowered his head and calmly glanced at the scholar approaching him. The scholar said nothing, and before the group had fully entered the array, he swept his robe aside, causing a surge of ten or so streaks of jade-green light to shoot upward. Wang Tiansheng, expression neutral, gestured with a hand, and the light faded, transforming into ten or so tokens that settled into his hands. "Well done—exactly the right number," Wang Tiansheng said, though he had not personally participated in the border campaigns. "Please enter, friend." Having been informed of the scholar's identity, he exhaled gently and spoke calmly. The Zhong-family scholar nodded, and the fashis behind him shifted slightly, all entering the central area of the array. At once, the ghostly cultivators from the Ghost Spirit Sect cast spells, and three by three, the Mu Lan people were transported away. "Is the transport array sending people to random locations? If so, then I'd advise your cultivators to avoid encountering us." As the scholar stepped into the array, he glanced at Wei Wuyi and said it casually. "Indeed, how extraordinary! If that's truly the case, then it must simply be fate." Facing this Mu Lan master, the middle-aged cultivator seemed remarkably unfazed. "Fate? Hah! Well, if that's truly the case, then perhaps we can call it that!" The Zhong surname scholar chuckled, and with a flash of white light, he and the two beside him vanished. Hearing this final remark, Wang Tiansheng looked at the now empty array, a cold determination spreading across his lips. Now, as the other cultivators saw the Mu Lan people safely transported, someone finally stepped forward, exchanged their Fallen Demon Mandate, and began to be transported away with the assistance of the Ghost Spirit Sect disciples. A moment later, the cultivators holding the Fallen Demon Mandate stepped out of their hidden positions. Within just half an hour, the transmission array flashed with vibrant light, having successively sent away over three hundred people—nearly one-quarter of the cultivators present. The high-level spiritual stone at the center of the array, however, had grown noticeably dimmer, its spiritual energy nearly depleted. At that very moment, the five green-robed cultivators簇拥ing Dongmen Tu experienced a sudden jolt, simultaneously turning their heads toward the direction of Han Li. Meanwhile, Han Li's originally harmonized second prenatal spirit, which had been gradually integrating, suddenly became unstable. Had it not been for his quick reflexes, he would have immediately focused his inner awareness, firmly stabilizing the spirit. Otherwise, the second prenatal spirit formed from the Zhi-Mu Ling Ying would have likely broken free and separated from its body. Only then did Han Li carefully scan the five green-robed cultivators with his inner awareness, only to be stunned. To his surprise, all five of them were cultivators at the initial stage of prenatal stage. "Five elemental spirit infants!" Han Li instantly deduced their origin, combining this with the unusual behavior of his own second prenatal spirit, his eyes narrowing slightly. The unusual presence of the five green-robed cultivators naturally caught the attention of Dongmen Tu, who had stepped forward. He quickly turned his head, just in time to meet Han Li's gaze. Dongmen Tu's face registered a brief expression of surprise, before he calmly turned back and walked into the teleportation array. Wang Tiangu, who had hitherto maintained a composed demeanor, finally grew visibly agitated upon seeing Dong Men Tu bring five Yuan-Infant cultivators with him. Wei Wuyi observed the several green-robed cultivators and also displayed a thoughtful expression. "Brother Dong, these fellow cultivators are rather unfamiliar to me. Could you kindly introduce them to me?" Wang Tiansheng fixed his gaze on them and asked solemnly. "This is quite straightforward. After our journey to the Valley of the Fallen Demon, I will personally introduce them to you." Dong Men Tu, old and shrewd, had easily deflected the matter with a light, effortless reply. In Wang Tiansheng's heart, he naturally muttered a quiet curse—"old fool"—yet he knew Dong Men Tu would not be forthcoming with the truth. Thus, he decided not to press the matter further. He then instructed his disciples and, in two separate batches, transported the six of them away. At the very moment of their departure, Dong Men Tu unconsciously glanced at Han Li, his eyes filled with ill will. Though his gesture was extremely subtle, Han Li perceived it clearly through his spiritual awareness. It seemed that Dongmen Tu had sensed the spiritual infant within himself, which now posed a serious challenge. With his five-element spiritual infants accompanying him, he had suddenly become formidable. Yet, the primordial wood spiritual infant still hadn't been fully assimilated yet... Thus, after entering the valley, he would need to remain especially vigilant regarding this individual. A moment later, they arrived before the spell array, and Han Li raised his hand, tossing the piece of magic talisman he held toward Wang Tiansheng in the air. "Friend Han, you've indeed come. You're so young and full of promise—why take such risks?" Wei Wuyi shifted slightly, suddenly appearing before Han Li from dozens of paces away, speaking gently to urge him back. "Thank you, Brother Wei. As for the Valley of the Fallen Demon, I have my own reasons for insisting on entering." Han Li replied calmly and evenly. Wei Wuyi furrowed his brows, studying Han Li's face for a long while, his expression gradually darkening. "Since Friend Han has made up his mind, I shall say no more. I hope our intentions are not the same." Wei Wuyi finally said, then shifted his stance and returned to his original position. Wang Tiansheng, seeing how seriously Wei Wuyi treated this young man and even calling out his given name, immediately recognized who Han Li was. His face showed no surprise, yet his mind was deeply astonished as he studied Han Li carefully. He had heard of Han Li's name many years ago. At that time, however, Han Li's cultivation level was still quite low, and his son, Wang Chan, had suffered a major defeat at Han Li's hands, even escaping unscathed. Years later, when Han Li reappeared in the southern lands, he had already attained the stage of Yuan Ying cultivator. Coincidentally, the Gui Ling Sect had once again found itself in deep conflict with this young man, only for Han Li to slip away once more. Several years passed, and Han Li's reputation grew steadily, his feats leaving all cultivators in awe. He had begun to emerge as a force second only to the three foremost cultivators. When the Gui Ling Sect's abbot heard of this, he could hardly be pleased. Han Li's name had naturally remained firmly etched in his memory. Now, upon seeing Han Li face to face, he naturally wished to uncover some deeper significance in his presence. Unfortunately, as Han Li stepped into the center of the spell array, he immediately closed his eyes, maintaining a calm and indifferent expression—seeming completely uninterested in anyone around him, with no visible signs of weakness. Seeing this, Wang Tiansheng was struck with alarm and grew even more wary of Han Li. Yet on the surface, he casually waved his hand, and the disciples in the air began to activate the spell array. A hum followed, and Han Li vanished into a shimmering glow of light. ...After a brief period of mild disorientation following the teleportation, Han Li finally regained his composure and began to examine his current surroundings. It was a rocky slope that had collapsed in large sections, scattered and chaotic, covered with wild grass growing up to a man’s height. A few distance away in front and to the sides lay low, rolling hills that stretched continuously. No figures were visible. This was not surprising at all—Zui Mo Valley spanned a distance of over a hundred thousand li. If they hadn’t been transported together, it would have been remarkable indeed to have encountered one another. But when Han Li turned his head slightly to glance at his surroundings, a look of astonishment appeared on his face.