Han Li floated at a distance, showing no immediate intention to return to his original spot. After a moment's hesitation, he slowly closed his eyes, and his powerful spiritual awareness instantly radiated outward. Yet, no unusual phenomena appeared in the air—the colossal bird, indeed, vanished completely without a trace. Han Li then made up his mind and sent his spiritual awareness straight down into the depths, probing beneath. After a while, he suddenly opened his eyes, a hint of surprise on his face. After a brief moment of thought, he suddenly struck his waist pouch with one hand. A shimmer of silver followed, and a pale green human figure materialized before him—exactly the humanoid automaton. "Go," Han Li said, brushing his sleeve toward the distant area, his voice cold and clear. The humanoid figure immediately moved, transforming into a broad silver arc and rushing swiftly toward the distant sea surface. Its speed was astonishing—within a few flashes, it had already traveled several miles. A short while later, the silver arc reached the spot where the ghost mist had first appeared and, without hesitation, plunged downward. With a single flash of light, it disappeared beneath the sea surface, diving deep into the ocean's depths. At this moment, Han Li sat cross-legged in the air, linking his divine awareness with the humanoid automaton and mentally directing it as if it were a separate body. The depth of the seabed nearby far exceeded that of ordinary regions, and the humanoid automaton descended all the way to four or five thousand zhang before reaching the deepest part. Yet the area was utterly empty—no traces of any beasts or creatures were visible. It seemed unusually clean, lacking not only coral or seaweed but also any variation in terrain; the landscape was perfectly flat, with no rise or fall in elevation at all. After circling the area several times, the humanoid automaton suddenly surged forward in a burst of light, heading in a specific direction. Shortly thereafter, a glowing blue orb was spotted several miles away, drifting steadily ahead. As it moved, the orb rose and sank rhythmically, displaying a most lively and spirited quality. The humanoid automaton's eyes, previously lifeless, suddenly burst forth with vibrant violet luminescence, its speed instantly doubling. With a few swift flashes, it closed the distance and reached only十余丈 behind the luminous orb. Now clearly visible within the orb was a shaft of green-feathered quill, about one zhang long, flickering intermittently with a soft glow, as if alive. The automaton's body shimmered once more with silver light, and it materialized directly above the feather, extending its hand without hesitation to grasp it. This time, the puppet coldly watched the Qing Yu, who did not immediately act, and the spirit object drifted once more, drifting farther away. However, the puppet's observation did not last long—when Qing Yu had drifted over a hundred paces, it moved again. As silver light burst forth, the puppet transformed into a streak of silver light appearing above Ling Yu. This time, instead of directly reaching down with its hands, it raised one hand and swept it downward through the air. A brilliant silver hand materialized and descended toward the ground. The same scene repeated—Ling Yu's green glow trembled, and it vanished once again through instantaneous teleportation. But this time, as it reappeared at a nearby spot, thunder roared overhead, and a golden grid of electricity descended swiftly, encasing the spirit object before it could react. Ling Yu's light flashed rapidly, and it teleported several times in succession; each time it vanished, it struck head-on against the golden net and was then forcefully rebounded back by the golden light, completely neutralizing its teleportation ability. At that moment, a figure suddenly materialized in the midst of the golden web—none other than Han Li himself, who had also arrived at the seabed. Han Li fixed his gaze on the green feather within the web, murmuring in amazement. This thing truly stood out! Not only was it an unusually vivid emerald green, glowing with a soft, silvery light, but upon closer inspection, the surface patterns revealed themselves to be composed of diverse, mysterious runes—dense, intricate, and subtly shimmering. However, at the tip of the feather, a small section had turned blackened and scorched, while near its base, several streaks of blood glowed with delicate golden radiance. Seeing the feather’s condition, Han Li could not help but recognize its rarity. With a pleased expression, he raised his hand to his waist and instantly summoned several talismans into his palm. He then extended his hand, launching one talisman toward the web. Yet, as the talisman flashed, the feather seemed to float like a phantom, allowing the talisman to pass right through it. Han Li was momentarily stunned, yet instead of being displeased, he grew even more delighted. Such remarkable vitality and sensitivity At once, he pressed his palms together, chanting incantations. The golden electric grid shrank rapidly under the rhythm of his words, eventually reducing to a diameter of about one zhang. Qing Yu found herself completely enclosed within it, with no way to escape. Then, he opened his mouth, spitting a cluster of pure blood onto the talisman in his hand, while simultaneously launching a series of spell gestures that vanished instantly, leaving no trace upon the talisman. After releasing these talismans once more, although Qing Yu continued to tremble within the golden net, the talismans now adhered firmly to her surface. The bright green glow dimmed, and her plum feathers seemed to lose their luster. Only then did Han Li feel reassured, drawing back the Divine-Defying Thunder and gently grasping the suspended Qing Yu in his hand. After a careful inspection, he raised one finger and lightly touched it to her. To his astonishment, a remarkable phenomenon unfolded! As faint glimmers of light danced around her, Qing Yu rapidly shrank, soon reducing to a size of one zhang. The talismans adhering to her surface likewise shrank in perfect synchrony, displaying a truly magical transformation. Han Li's expression brightened as he grasped the object at its base with one hand and gently shook it. Instantly, a cascade of deep green light flashed across the surface of the feathers, and an exceptionally powerful wind spiritual force radiated outwards. The purity of this spiritual energy left Han Li unable to conceal his delight. At this moment, it was no longer necessary to ponder the object's purpose. After placing the spiritual artifact into a jade box and storing it in his storage bag, Han Li had the humanoid automaton search the surrounding area once more—yet this time, the search yielded no results. Nevertheless, Han Li was thoroughly satisfied and decided to leave the region immediately. He retrieved the automaton and vanished into a streak of light, departing the scene. On the journey ahead to Biling Island, Han Li began to carefully reflect upon the matter of the giant bird and the ghost mist. Clearly, the battle he had witnessed was far beyond the reach of human cultivators. The giant bird appeared to be a formidable creature from the Spirit Realm or another plane, while the ghost mist itself seemed alive and, in fact, even more powerful than the bird. This revelation left Han Li utterly astonished at the time. Among the beings in the human realm capable of such miraculous powers, there can only be the mythical magical creatures mentioned in legend. When he was once trapped in the realm of yin and冥, some people had suspected a connection between the ghost mist, the yin realm, and the magical being Rahu. After all, only such semi-spiritual, semi-magical entities possess the extraordinary ability to effortlessly tear through space and float between interfaces. This enormous, miraculous bird-like creature also appears to have similar transcendent powers; otherwise, it could not have forcefully attacked the ghost mist despite the interface's resistance. With his current experience and the numerous ancient texts he has studied before, Han Li now has a fairly clear understanding of the truth behind the events. However, no matter how many details he has deduced, beings as formidable as Rahu remain fundamentally beyond his influence—such occurrences could only be regarded as extraordinary experiences. Two months later, while flying over the sea, Han Li suddenly felt a shift in his demeanor, slightly adjusted his course, and then shot off toward a specific location. As a result, he only flew a few miles ahead, when阵阵cracking sounds came from ahead. There, not far away, flashes of luminous light danced continuously, as three cultivators desperately defended themselves against the pursuit of a high-level beast. Among the three, only one was at the initial stage of the Condensation stage, the other two were at the late stage of the Foundation stage. Yet the beast they faced was a six-tiered creature. Even when the three worked together, they could only barely hold their own. Without a word, Han Li observed the scene carefully, studying the combat closely. The one at the Condensation stage was a middle-aged man wearing a wide-brimmed hat, shielding most of his face, with a dark complexion, who skillfully maneuvered a yellow-hued flying sword, deflecting nearly half of the beast's attacks. The other two cultivators at the late Foundation stage were an elderly man with white hair and a young woman in her late teens. She wielded a green-bladed flying spear and a crimson rotating wheel, both of which proved quite effective. As for the sixth-rank spirit beast across from him, his entire body was wrapped in white mist, and a soft, infant-like wailing sound emanated from his mouth. From the mist, clusters of blue lightning shot forth—clearly the very first high-level spirit beast he had encountered in the Turbulent Star Sea, the "Infant Carp Beast." Yet this one had grown considerably larger than the one he had seen before, and his four delicate white arms held four remarkable treasures. A sword, a blade, a drum, and a banner. The sword, the blade, and the banner were all rare top-tier artifacts, but the small, yellowish drum in his hands was a genuine ancient relic. Each time it was struck, ripples of silver spread outward, suggesting considerable power. The arrival of Han Li naturally drew the attention of both parties. Upon seeing Han Li's human features, the man wearing a hat immediately beamed with joy and exclaimed without hesitation, "My name is Chen Jing of Lei Kong Island. Should you be willing to lend a hand, I shall surely repay you most generously!" "Pressed so tightly by that beast, the man had not even taken the time to use his divine awareness to briefly scan韩立's cultivation level, merely treating him as some passing Ju-Dan cultivator. After all,韩立's earlier evasive light had indeed been comparable to that of ordinary Ju-Dan cultivators and hadn't shone particularly bright. Meanwhile, the infant carp beast, now advanced to the sixth rank, had already awakened partial spiritual intelligence. After concealing itself within the mist and using its divine awareness to gauge韩立's cultivation, its infant-faced expression immediately turned filled with sheer terror. As韓立 offered a gentle smile and before the other cultivators could respond, the beast suddenly emitted a strange cry, causing a hundred thunderbolts to erupt simultaneously within the mist—hundreds of blue lightning orbs shot directly toward the three cultivators engaged in combat with it, while the beast itself surged forth from the mist, plummeting downward toward the sea floor like a meteor. (Second update!)