"Hmph! Wei, why ask such questions as if you already knew the answer? A young man of his age has already reached the mid Yuan Ying stage and possesses several powerful divine abilities. Once he advances to the late Yuan Ying stage, where will we, the rest of us, find a place to stand in the southern heavens?" The cloaked man spoke coldly. "How could it be that the powerful forces Fei brother has so diligently nurtured and built up are all ultimately seized by him alone? If my friend is willing to join forces with me, I might even be willing to make some concessions on certain matters," said the Héhuā Elder Magician, narrowing his eyes. "I have no interest in getting involved in such matters! Moreover, doesn't Héhuā brother think that it's now a bit too late to be making such plans? If my friend had been willing to pay a substantial price when the person in question was still at the Yuan Ying initial stage, I would have certainly considered it. But now, the person's cultivation level hasn't yet reached ours, and their divine powers are no weaker than ours. I have no desire to form a rival of equal standing, nor do I wish to bring endless misfortunes upon our sect. Héhuā friend, don't forget that beings of our level are extremely difficult to completely eliminate—no matter how well-prepared the plans, there's always a chance they might fall short. Of course, if the same array that we used against the ancient magician could be assembled, that would be a different matter altogether. But as I see it, my Instead, it only provoked his resentment. After all, even if this person truly achieved unification of the southern lands, it wouldn't last long. Don't forget the fate of the Yuan-Shen stage cultivator who once dominated the entire southern region. Wei Wuyi said this with a cold smile. Héhuān the Elder Mage was momentarily stunned by these words, then fell into thoughtful silence—whether or not he had truly absorbed Wei Wuyi's remarks remained unclear. At that moment, Han Li and Zhiyang the Sage had already descended deep into the vortex, reaching several thousand zhang below. Under the intense pressure of the spiritual energy, they could not instantly reach the bottom and had to descend slowly. Han Li had already summoned his blue light shield, forming a protective layer of blue light that enveloped his entire body. Meanwhile, thirty-plus golden flying swords transformed into swift, swirling sword shadows, rotating rapidly around him as he steadily sank downward. As for the Zhiyang Elder standing beside him, his display was even more impressive—he had maintained throughout the entire journey, a shimmering white sword flowing like a streak of brilliant rainbow, spiraling and circling around his body, effortlessly piercing through layer after layer of white spiritual energy, and descending side by side with Han Li. Han Li was deeply impressed by this. These late Yuan婴 immortals truly were no ordinary beings. With this thought, Han Li cast his divine awareness downward once more. Yet, just after penetrating a distance of over ten zhang, his awareness was immediately reflected back, achieving no effect at all. His Qingming Spiritual Eye could penetrate further—reaching up to thirty or forty zhang—but the view remained hazy and white. However, the occasional spiraling currents of spiritual energy, which could not escape the reach of the Eye, were all spotted and skillfully avoided by Han Li in advance. Han Li’s consistent ability to anticipate and evade these concealed spirals naturally caught the attention of the Zhiyang Elder standing beside him. The Daoist, marveling silently, found himself even more determined to win over Han Li. As for Han Li's eventual attainment of late Yuan-Ying stage and his unification of the major factions, the elder Daoist had absolutely no concerns. He was certain he had not made a mistake—Han Li was a dedicated cultivator, solely focused on pursuing the Celestial Way. Once something didn't directly concern him, he would simply remain quietly devoted to cultivation, never undertaking such laborious endeavors. Otherwise, with Han Li's extraordinary abilities, not only would he easily control Luoyun Sect, but even govern the entire Xiqiu Kingdom would be a mere matter of ease. Indeed, according to the inside reports from the Zhengdao Alliance's agents within Xiqiu, throughout both Han Li's early Yuan-Ying and his mid-stage advancement, there had been no such signs of ambition. Thus, the elder Daoist felt even more at ease. After a meal, Han Li estimated he had descended roughly ten thousand zhang deep, and he glanced upward to survey the sky. Above, the atmosphere remained hazy and ethereal, the spiritual energy effectively isolating his view, obscuring what lay beyond. Yet the immense pressure emanating from the surrounding flying swords suggested that to reach such depth, he would truly need at least a mid-Immortal Elixir stage of cultivation. Had it not been for the fact that his Qingyuan Sword Technique inherently granted him significantly greater spiritual energy compared to peers of the same stage, he might have been struggling even now. Han Li stared at the luminous screen, murmuring. "Indeed, the magical qi below is so dense that it has formed a deep, expansive abyss—its depth and breadth are entirely unknown. Not to mention, Master, I have long believed my cultivation method possesses a certain protective and purifying nature, and I myself have personally experienced entering such a realm once. However, even after penetrating just a hundred zhang, I immediately realized I could not remain any longer and had to retreat. The nature and volume of this magical qi are far beyond what ordinary cultivators can endure. Even a magical cultivator proficient in ancient magical techniques may experience a surge in their cultivation level, yet inevitably, the overwhelming presence of the magical qi will gradually impair their mental faculties, leading to a loss of consciousness." Master Yang had anticipated that Han Li would say exactly this, so he was not at all surprised. Han Li cut straight to the point, his body swaying slightly before he materialized right before the luminous screen, mere inches away. With a gentle point of his foot, a blade-length streak of jade-green sword energy shot forth from beneath, piercing through the screen and vanishing instantly into the magical aura. Han Li was momentarily taken aback, slightly surprised—but quickly realized that the screen was only effective against magical energy, thus saving him the effort of employing a secret technique to break through it. With this realization, a series of thunderous sounds erupted among the golden sword shadows encircling him. Waves of golden electric arcs leapt from the flying sword, forming a vast net that hovered around Han Li. His mastery of the Divine Exorcising Thunder had reached an unparalleled level. With a simple hand gesture, he caused the electric net to rapidly contract and reshape, instantly pressing it against the luminous shield, creating a massive, spherical network of electricity. The flying swords, upon a mere shift of his consciousness, shrank to mere inches in size and flowed one after another into the sleeve, being stored within his body. Only then did Han Li's form sink silently into the luminous barrier, entering the magical aura without any obstruction. A thunderous roar suddenly erupted as he stepped into the lower realm—the dark magical aura surged forth in waves. Yet, amid the thunderous sound, the black magic was dispersed, though a continuous stream of it kept advancing, pressing forward in succession. Han Li did not immediately act, merely standing still and watching as clusters of magical energy were first shattered by golden arcs, then reformed and surged toward the protective shield. Frowning slightly, he assessed the rate at which the divine, pestilential lightning was being consumed, gaining a clearer sense of the situation. After a moment's thought, he finally took flight toward the deeper reaches of the magical aura. At this point, Han Li dared not extend his consciousness beyond the shield—given the dense concentration of magic here, he feared the very essence of the magical aura might even taint or corrupt the purity of a cultivator's awareness. He absolutely didn't want to make a blunder that would doom him. Right now, his only hope lay in Qingming Lingyan. But in this ink-black expanse of magical aura, even Lingyan could only see a few dozen paces ahead—beyond that, everything remained blurred, and his movements were painfully slow. Yet, not having gone far, after flying only two hundred paces, Han Li halted mid-flight and paused to survey his surroundings. A moment later, he simply turned and retraced his steps without hesitation. Thus, Han Li retrieved the golden arc and, after releasing the group of flying swords once more, the two ascended upward. … "By Han's Divine Exorcising Thunder, shouldn't there be no difficulty in the magical mist?" As soon as Han Li and the Taoist had just emerged from the vortex, and as their forms began to manifest outside the swirling currents, Wei Wuyacha calmly asked. "It seems to me that I can venture down and try. However, before making a commitment, I'd like to consult with the other Taoists regarding the exact location where they intend to bury the array disk. Should the depth of the magical mist be too great, I fear my Divine Exorcising Thunder may not be able to sustain such an exertion." Han Li paused only slightly before replying decisively. "The specific location—we will discuss it upon returning to our abode. The array disk is still in the hands of those master array artisans. We should first retrieve it and then carefully plan the matter before truly sending Han to the lower levels. After all, this array disk is no ordinary creation and must not be compromised." The old Taoist magic demon spoke with quiet composure.