When the Zhong-family scholar and the Le-family lady were discussing the eerie aspects of the Fallen Demon Valley, nothing remarkable happened during the remaining journey. After several hours, Han Li smoothly arrived at the entrance of the inner valley's cave. He once again produced the Er-Yi Ring, and under its protection, entered the passage within the cave. Passing through the several-mile-long tunnel did not take long, and soon Han Li emerged from the section of the tunnel illuminated by the North Polar Yuan Guang light, now seeing a slightly whitened cave entrance. He felt a quiet sense of relief and hurried forward. A moment later, Han Li was struck by a sudden sight—his view revealed the mountain cliff of the outer valley once again. He looked up at the dim sky, which, though still somewhat uncomfortable, was clearly much better than the pervasive blood-red glow that had dominated the inner valley. With a brief sweep of his awareness, he found no unusual occurrences and noticed that no other cultivators had observed the scene. Only then did Han Li ease his breath, and his gaze shifted to the mountain wall at the cave entrance. With a simple, decisive motion, a streak of azure spell shot forth and, after a flash of light, vanished into the stone wall. Then, without a word, Han Li formed two hand seals and murmured a low, steady incantation. A strange sight unfolded! The seemingly ordinary mountain wall suddenly shimmered with a layer of pale, misty light, completely enveloping the entire surface. Then, in a sudden surge, clusters of golden, gold-devouring insects surged out from the light, followed by a cascade of silver crystalline blocks of varying sizes—some as large as a fist, others only as big as a bean. In a moment, a small pile had gathered on the ground before Han Li. Each crystal gleamed like silver, yet semi-transparent. These were the refined crystalline formations of the Jang Yin Sand, after its original mineral essence had been perfected. At first, Han Li's expression remained calm as the crystals fell. But as the number on the ground reached over a dozen, his eyes grew filled with admiration. "Han Li!" The Qi-silver sand vein here is far more abundant than we originally anticipated. It seems my several mechanized puppets, which I've been developing, can all be crafted using this material." Suddenly, a voice of profound excitement from the Great Derivation Sovereign resonated in Master Han's mind, full of heartfelt enthusiasm. "Indeed. I hadn't expected such an abundance of Qi-silver sand veins here either. This harvest is truly remarkable!" After the last group of gold-devouring insects had deposited their stored Qi-silver sand crystals, Han glanced at the small pile of shimmering silver on the ground and responded with equal delight. With a simple sweep of his robe, a wave of emerald light surged forth, clearing the ground completely. All the Qi-silver sand crystals were instantly gathered and stored within his storage scrolls through a swift spell. Then, with a sharp cry, the golden insect cloud hovering at low altitude surged downward in a rush, pouring entirely into his spiritual scroll. After completing all this, Han Li simply slapped his palm against the storage bag, and a translucent orb the size of a thumb appeared in his hand. As he opened his mouth, a surge of green spiritual energy immediately sprayed onto the orb. The originally clear and sparkling sphere shimmered with light, and soon a green spot the size of a soybean floated within it. Han Li stared at the orb in his hand for a while, his brows slightly furrowed, then raised his head and glanced around, orienting himself. Only then did he begin to radiate a luminous glow, suddenly transforming into a streak of jade-green light and soaring upward, heading in a certain direction. Although in motion, Han Li always held the orb in one hand, pausing to check on it periodically and adjusting his flight path accordingly. As a result, his speed was not particularly swift, and he flew steadily and unhurriedly throughout the journey. After flying several miles, passing through a stretch of wild, open land, Han Li suddenly murmured softly in surprise, halting his flight instantly. Then Han Li's figure grew heavier, and he descended downward, enveloped in the shimmering light. When he reached a height of thirty or so zhang above the barren ground, he paused once more. He glanced downward. Yet if a group of cultivators worked together and specifically set traps targeting him, the danger would certainly be significant. While such a scenario was certainly unlikely, given Han Li's cautious nature, he nonetheless raised his vigilance slightly along the way. Half a day later, he encountered no ambushes, but instead discovered two more unfortunate cultivators who had perished beneath the cracks of the invisible spatial rift. When Han Li saw their fragmented, incomplete bodies, he could only shake his head in bewilderment. Following the guiding light within the sphere, Han Li finally arrived above a dense, lush forest. Gazing down at the endless expanse of emerald green and the towering, ancient trees, Han Li paused in contemplation. Suddenly, he clenched his hands tightly around the sphere, pressing down with force—his fingers flashed with a vibrant blue glow, and a crisp, clear sound of rupture followed. The seemingly transparent sphere was crushed under his powerful grip, shattering completely into nothing. The point of azure light within the sphere did not fade; instead, it gently floated before Han Li, freed from its restraint. "Go!" Han Li murmured, extending a finger and lightly touching the light. Instantly, the pea-sized azure dot began to move in a certain direction. Han Li followed closely, never straying more than a step behind. After a full minute, the light changed course, drifting diagonally downward. Han Li's eyes flashed with sharp insight as he descended with it. When they reached the ground, the light circled a towering ancient tree several times before vanishing instantly into the trunk. Han Li swiftly flew to the tree's side, settling his feet as the light faded. After a brief inspection of the tree, he raised his hand and delivered a solid palm strike to its trunk. A deep "thud" echoed, and where his palm landed, a flash of green light emerged—revealing a faintly emerald scroll floating out of the tree. Han Li swiftly used his two fingers to pinch the scroll, securing it in his hand. Gazing at the scroll between his fingers, a faint, gentle smile appeared on his face. Then, with a gentle flick of his fingers, "pffft"—the scroll ignited on its own and shot forward as a beam of red light. This time, Han Li remained motionless, crossing his legs and settling into a meditative posture, slowly closing his eyes to restore some of the spiritual energy expended during the journey. Not long afterward, the red beam landed in a quiet, unremarkable corner of the dense forest. A moment later, a brilliant arc of light suddenly surged upward from that spot, racing straight toward Han Li's position. As the light arc approached his meditative seat, Han Li sensed it and gradually opened his eyes, calmly gazing in its direction. After a brief interval, the arc reached him and circled once above his head, as if verifying his identity, before descending toward him. The brilliant rainbow vanished the moment it touched the ground, revealing a beautiful young woman in a white dress, resembling a celestial maiden from heaven. Han Li's gaze naturally settled upon her. "Miss Zilin, you've arrived quite swiftly!" Han Li's expression remained calm. "Swiftly? I've been waiting for you here for several days. A few, even seven or eight groups of cultivators have searched this forest during that time, and their visits have become increasingly frequent. If Master Han doesn't come, I fear I may not be able to stay in the forest any longer." Miss Zilin's voice was pleasant, yet carried a hint of lingering melancholy as she gracefully approached. Upon hearing this, Han Li smiled slightly, glanced at her porcelain-like face, and then continued, "It's surprising that Miss Zilin has revealed her true form. I had assumed you had disguised yourself." "When I first entered the valley, I indeed did not reveal my true appearance." Yet the treasures used to conceal their true appearance seemed to have been constrained within the Valley of the Falling Demons, gradually losing their effectiveness. Now they could no longer serve as a veil, and they had to reveal their true forms. Could it be that Brother Han finds my appearance plain, lacking in grace, and thus not to your liking?" Zilin smiled gently, her voice bright and pleasant. "Everything will be at my brother's command! I've already placed the unique mark of our Miao Yin Sect on that disciple of the Gui Ling Sect a month ago. This mark isn't formed by magical energy—it's left by a special, colorless, odorless fragrance. The fragrance's range is limited, and its effect fades within two months. However, it's now proving extremely effective for tracking the Gui Ling Sect's movements." Zi Ling spoke politely, yet a hint of cunning flashed in her eyes. "Daojun, thank you for your attention. Let's set out. First, we catch up with the Gui Ling Sect's people, then we proceed to locate the remaining marks they've left. Once that's done, the Ling Zhu Fruit will be securely ours." Han Li didn't hesitate, nodded gently, and then slowly rose to his feet.