When the two elders emerged from the extraordinarily long passage, Han Li was already floating in the high sky beyond the passage, gazing upward at the summit of the canyon. At that moment, the two elders realized that once outside, the distant, rumbling sound had grown noticeably fainter. If it weren't for the three of them being Yuan-Enlightened cultivators with senses far beyond ordinary people, they would have simply taken it for a gentle breeze. "It seems to be coming from above, and it's quite distant," said the elder with the surname Fu, frowning after listening carefully. "Had it not been for the sealing spell that has created a closed space here, the echo would have been so powerful that we wouldn't have been able to hear it at all. Since we're unfamiliar with everything here, why not go and take a look first? It would be better than just wandering around blindly. Of course, we should use our concealment techniques as we proceed, so as not to be spotted by others early on." Han Li turned to glance at the two elders and offered his suggestion. The two elders with the surname Fu naturally agreed without hesitation. Both immediately agreed with a nod. The elder pressed her palms together in a seal, and suddenly a vast expanse of green light surged from her body. As the light gradually faded, it dimmed into a softer glow. Her form then blurred, eventually transforming into a faint, translucent green silhouette. Unless one came close and looked carefully, one would hardly notice her presence. Of course, this is due to the mountain's strong suppression of spiritual awareness. Outside this mountain, such a concealment technique would be significantly less effective against fellow cultivators of the same level. White Yao Yi raised her jade hand, and between her fingers, a flash of cold light shimmered, revealing a clear, crystalline token, as if forged from ice. With a single gesture, she raised the token, and at the same time, a pleasant incantation flowed from her lips. Instantly, a cascade of silvery mist erupted from the token, swiftly enveloping her graceful form. A brief flash of light later, White Yao Yi’s figure dissolved into pure formlessness. Witnessing both of them casting spells to conceal their movements, Han Li smiled without any further action—only a subtle shimmer of spiritual light passed over his body, and then his breath completely Old Master He, whose surname was Fei, stood before Han Li, sensing only through his consciousness, as if there were no one in front of him at all. Both elders were startled by this. At that moment, Han Li calmly drew out a concealed scroll, affixed it to his body with a simple gesture, and instantly his form became faint and ethereal. "Let's go!" Han Li murmured, and the three of them rose into the air. In this mysterious and unfamiliar land, neither of them could fly swiftly—moving only slightly faster than their light-footed techniques, they pursued the sound of the booming noise. As they flew onward, the land they passed through was lush and vibrant, rich with spiritual energy. Almost every location was an ideal place for cultivation in the mortal realm—so much so that countless immortal sects would have vied for such spots had they been located elsewhere. Yet here, such places were abundant and commonplace. Half an hour later, Han Li and his companions encountered no surprises and showed no signs of excitement. The entire journey was lifeless, devoid of any living creatures, leaving them uneasy and deeply pressed. "Fellow Han, have you noticed this? The spiritual energy here is so excellent, yet over such a long distance, we've seen not a single spiritual herb or tree—only ordinary flora. This seems rather unusual." Bai Yao Yi hesitated before speaking. "I've also observed this. While the spiritual energy here is indeed good, it becomes even more abundant as we ascend. This is actually similar to the outerworld's spiritual mountains. I suspect the original cultivators of this mountain deliberately chose to grow spiritual herbs at higher elevations, believing that the mountain's environment would be more conducive to their growth." Han Li showed no surprise, merely speaking calmly. "Even more abundant than here!" Bai Yao Yi was genuinely startled. After all, the spiritual energy here had already made her feel it was an exceptional place for cultivation. "Fellow Han, if the summit of this mountain truly offers an even better spiritual sanctuary, perhaps we don't need to rush to leave." "Why not settle here for a while to cultivate?" Hearing this, the elder named Fu was somewhat moved. "Fu brother, surely you don't consider this place just an ordinary spiritual mountain. With such abundant spiritual energy, if it can support peaceful cultivation, how could the original cultivators have abandoned it? Moreover, the entire mountain is enclosed by intricate seals—this clearly indicates something unusual. If we can leave, I wouldn't stay a moment longer." Han Li chuckled dryly. Upon hearing this, the elder Fu's face changed several times, and finally he sighed with a gentle smile. "Han brother is quite right. Indeed, this place is far from ideal for quiet cultivation. I must admit, I've been a bit distracted by the abundance of spiritual energy here, and thus have been somewhat oblivious." "That's understandable, Fu brother. Not only have you thought of this, but even I, just now, had the same thought. After all, having such a place to cultivate means we can save considerable time on meditation." Bai Yao Yi expressed her regret as well. Han Li smiled slightly, just about to say something when, by chance, his gaze swept downward and his face suddenly tightened, causing his flight light to stop instantly. His pupils flashed with a blue glow as he fixed his attention on one side. The elder and Bai Yao Yi were slightly puzzled, following Han Li's line of sight. A few paces away, white mist swirled and blurred the view. However, this kind of mountain mist had been seen many times during their journey, and neither they nor the others had noticed anything unusual. It was also unlikely that they would have to delve into the mist each time to investigate. "Let's go check that area," Han Li said, his eyes flashing. Then, his flight light suddenly changed direction and surged straight toward the white mist. The elder and Bai Yao Yi were curious, yet they knew Han Li wouldn't act without reason, so they followed without hesitation. When they too stepped into the mist, they were momentarily stunned. There, within the mist, a broad stone staircase stretched clearly from the mountain's summit to its base, extending far beyond sight. By the steps veiled in mist stood a white, hazy stone stele, towering over ten zhang in height and three zhang in width. Han Li stood before it, arms folded behind his back, gazing intently at something inscribed upon it. "Have you noticed anything, Han brother?" the elder inquired curiously after stepping down from the platform. "Finally, I understand the name of this mountain. Please, both of you come closer. The stele clearly records the origin of this mountain." Han Li turned to face them, speaking solemnly, his expression serious. "Oh! I'll take a look!" The elder perked up immediately and hurried over. Bai Yao Yi also moved gracefully to join them. Upon a quick glance at the stele, both of them immediately grasped its meaning. For the stele bore only two ancient characters, written in flowing, majestic calligraphy—two large, golden characters. "Kunwu!" The elder exclaimed upon seeing the characters, then gasped in surprise. "Is this indeed the Kunwu Mountain as mentioned in the legends?" Bai Yaoyi stared, one hand covering her delicate lips, her eyes wide with astonishment. "Indeed, it must be Kunwu Mountain. In ancient times, this mountain was renowned as a celestial abode, a gathering place for elite cultivators where they practiced their arts. The sheer size and the dense aura of this mountain confirm it beyond doubt. Yet, according to the legends, didn't this mountain either get transported to the spiritual realm by ancient cultivators or sink into the Underworld during a great battle among them? How could it have ended up here?" Bai Yaoyi murmured, still struggling to believe. "Bai friend, those legends may only be tales. It seems the mountain has been sealed away for some unknown reason. Fortunately, our three of us have just happened to activate an ancient transmission array, and thus, mysteriously transported here. With the reputation of Kunwu Mountain, there must be countless ancient cultivator residences in this area. As long as we can locate even a few, we will surely reap great benefits." The wealthy elder quickly regained his composure, his voice filled with excitement. "Perhaps. But given the way this mountain has been sealed, I'd say the ancient cultivators must have left with careful preparations. I don't think there's much of value truly preserved within those ancient pavilions. As for this mountain stele—it may have been crafted rather roughly when first enchanted, yet standing here for countless ten-thousands of years, absorbing so much celestial and terrestrial qi, it has long since become a rare treasure." Han Li shook his head, then suddenly stepped forward, lightly tapping the stele several times with his hand, his eyes gleaming as he spoke. "Wait—this mountain stele is a treasure?" The wealthy elder and Bai Yao Yi were startled, then quickly reexamined the stele with renewed astonishment, only to find themselves at a loss. How could this stele possibly be anything special? It looked no different from a regular dark green stone stele, even if it carried some qi—far from matching even the lowest-grade materials used in crafting artifacts! They exchanged a puzzled glance at Han Li. "Hehe. It seems the two of you remain unconvinced. But once I've decided, that's that." Han Li's lips slightly curled, his expression calm and composed, though within him he was deeply puzzled. Not only had neither of the two companions beside him noticed anything out of the ordinary, but even he himself could not quite grasp what was happening. The reason for his remark lay in the fact that the earth-plated dragon, which had been quietly resting inside the spirit-beast pouch, suddenly became agitated and restless the moment Han Li approached the stele. It continuously emitted loud calls, clearly signaling that something was unusual. Despite carefully scanning the stele with his Ming-Qing spirit eyes, Han Li found no distinctive features, and thus remained skeptical. Yet, driven by his instinct to never let go of a chance to act, he hesitated only briefly before finally delivering his enigmatic remarks. With a reason now established, he pressed his palm against the stele and instantly emitted a shimmering blue glow. The massive stele trembled and began to shrink rapidly within the radiance. As soon as the stone tablet had shrunk to half its original size, Han Li's eyebrows twitched, and with a single hand he rolled a stream of霞light, intending to lift it and store it in his storage bag. However, just as the tablet was lifted a few inches, an unexpected change occurred. The seemingly ordinary blue-gray stone tablet suddenly emitted a resonant hum, then released a myriad of beams of white light. At the same time, Han Li suddenly felt the tablet grow heavier—his霞light could no longer hold it. With a thunderous "boom," the tablet fell back to its original position, as if a massive object of several tons had landed. The ground around it trembled violently. The three of them, shaken by the impact, found their ears ringing. Even the stone platform within several dozen feet of the tablet began to crack, inch by inch. "What on earth?" Han Li was startled, his eyes narrowing immediately.