Leikong Island, though not small, now appears even larger than the Tianxing City when Han Li hovers in the void some dozens of li beyond the Biling Island, gazing at the distant giant island. Of course, it lacks the dense clusters of buildings or the towering mountain ranges like the Sacred Mountains, yet it boasts several exceptionally lofty stone peaks—each nearly ten thousand zhang high—rarely seen in such grandeur. What truly astonishes is that these peaks are steep, perfectly smooth, and devoid of any vegetation, resembling several colossal stone pillars rising straight into the sky. From mid-slope upward, they seamlessly vanish into the high clouds. Yet none of this captures Han Li's attention. What he notices is that not only these peaks, but the entire island lacks any hint of greenery—every part of the island is dominated by a monotonous gray-white hue, and he finds no trace of spiritual energy fluctuations. This island seems to be a barren, lifeless mountain, devoid of any spiritual veins! Observing this, Han Li found himself growing puzzled. It was said that this island boasted vast spiritual stone ore veins—yet here, there seemed to be not a single one. After all, spiritual ore typically grows alongside spiritual veins; wherever there are veins, some spiritual stone ore of varying quality inevitably develops over time. Conversely, areas rich in spiritual ore usually also harbor spiritual veins. According to Han Li’s initial expectations, an island capable of producing high-grade spiritual stone ore should possess exceptionally rare, top-tier spiritual veins throughout the entire spiritual realm. Yet the current situation left him somewhat speechless. However, upon further reflection, Han Li found himself chuckling quietly. Given the island’s immense size, if there were any such exceptional spiritual veins easily discovered, then how could high-grade spiritual stone ore only now be appearing? It’s likely that these ancient cultivators have already extracted them all. Clearly, there must be some hidden secret on the island that conceals the presence of these spiritual veins. With these thoughts in mind, Han Li felt a great sense of relief and raised his eyes to gaze at the bright sun in the sky. It was still midday, though Han Li believed his elusiveness to be excellent, nighttime movements would naturally be more convenient. Thus, as his light of flight began to unfold, he circled the nearby sea surface before finally settling on a rocky outcrop jutting out from the water, landing there directly. Then, unexpectedly, he sat cross-legged on the rock, closing his eyes and meditating. Several hours later, as night fell, Han Li suddenly opened his eyes, glowing with inner light. As his flight light surged forward, it shot straight toward the island. At the same time, Han Li employed a secret technique that made the light appear faint and indistinct, almost blurred—so subtle that ordinary cultivators would be completely unable to detect it in the darkness. Within the course of a meal, Han Li approached the great island. Having previously extracted the souls of Miao He and others, Han Li clearly recognized the areas occupied by the Nixing Alliance and its allies, and thus quietly entered the island, heading directly toward a distant towering stone peak. Along the way, Han Li encountered numerous concealed seals. With his divine awareness extended, he found that there were indeed many hidden guards, and the more he approached the stone peak, the more vigilant and stringent the defenses became. Yet, with his current capabilities, these seals and junior cultivators were utterly insignificant to him—passing through them effortlessly and undetected. A faint glimmer of azure light, unimpeded, smoothly penetrated deep into the heart of the Yuxing Alliance's central region, ultimately arriving before the towering stone peak. As the light faded, Han Li emerged from the stream of light. He did not immediately proceed further, but instead raised his gaze toward the upper part of the peak, pondering briefly before a sudden flash of blue light appeared within his pupils. What he observed—what seemed ordinary from the outside—was now revealed to him as a delicate layer of pale blue light shimmering across the entire surface of the peak. This luminous veil enveloped the entire structure, and the surface itself appeared exceptionally smooth, like flowing water, clearly a formidable seal formed by a rare, high-level array. Han Li's brow furrowed. Such a grand array of seals could not be easily overcome merely by relying on secret techniques—though it wouldn't truly impede him either. With a subtle gathering of blue light in his eyes, he flipped his hand, and a cluster of three-colored flames materialized—exactly the Three-Flame Fan. Although this might alert the guardians of the seal, Han Li didn't care; he could simply eliminate the guards outright. As long as he had a little time, locating the Master of Extreme Yin would not be difficult. And once he eliminated the Master of Extreme Yin, who on the island would be left to hold him back? Thinking thus, Han Li raised his fan and prepared to break through the seal. But at that moment, his expression suddenly changed—the light on the Three-Flame Fan dimmed, and a look of surprise appeared on his face. He then tucked the fan into his sleeve, and in an instant, vanished from his spot. Almost simultaneously, bright flashes of light appeared on the distant horizon, followed by several streaks of swift light that surged directly toward the stone peak, arriving with great showmanship. A moment later, the ethereal lights reached the stone peak, and as the glow faded, three figures materialized. Leading them was a white-haired cultivator with a youthful face, seemingly possessing the qualifications of a mid-stage Yuan Yin stage. The two behind him bore a resemblance to the white-haired man, yet their faces were pale and expressionless, dressed in thin white robes, adding to their eerie appearance. The white-haired cultivator appeared well acquainted with the seals outside the stone peak, and upon approaching the blue light screen, simply raised his hand, sending a crimson transmission scroll into the screen. Not long after, the blue screen flashed with a shimmer, then cracked with a resonant roar, slowly revealing a fissure. The three figures immediately surged forward and entered without hesitation, after which the screen rapidly sealed itself, returning to its original state. No one noticed that a faint green silhouette followed closely behind the last white-robed figure, also vanishing in a flash as they entered—so subtle was the movement that even the white-haired cultivator failed to perceive the anomaly. Inside the blue light screen, several solemn cultivators stood before the white-haired elder. "Master Fei, you've arrived at last. Tang Elder is currently handling an urgent matter and kindly requests that you rest at the Guest Hall tonight. You'll meet the other elders together in the Yunyan Hall tomorrow." The speaker was a sturdy man in his thirties, at the Jiadian stage, his expression deeply respectful. "What does this mean? The message clearly instructed me to come immediately—yet upon arrival, you're making me wait until tomorrow! Does Tang Elder intend to deliberately tease me?" The white-haired cultivator's face darkened, and his tone grew increasingly displeased. "Absolutely not. Tang Elder is indeed currently occupied and unable to attend to you personally." The man's face paled, and he hurried to explain. "Very well. I'll settle this matter with Tang Elder personally tomorrow. In the meantime, several of our friends have arrived on the island. I believe tomorrow is the final agreed-upon day for the message, isn't it?" The white-haired cultivator snorted, suddenly shifting the topic and asked. "Besides Master Miao He from Lei Kong Island and Master Huang from Tian Mang Island, all the others have arrived," the burly man replied, his heart finally settling, speaking honestly. "Master Miao has always been timid since her physical form was damaged once—she'll surely come with Huang Kun. It's no surprise she'll arrive a bit later." The white-haired cultivator displayed a look of mild disdain. Hearing this, the burly man could only remain silent, utterly unwilling to make any casual remarks about the Yuan-Stage cultivators. Observing this scene, the white-haired man chuckled coldly and immediately prepared to issue instructions. At that moment, a pale young man standing behind him suddenly had a flash of blood in his eyes, then inexplicably twisted his body, his upper half lengthening dramatically like a python, and lunged forward, seizing a foundation-stage cultivator who was unprepared. With his teeth sprouting from his mouth, he bit firmly into the latter's neck, drawing out large amounts of vital essence. The other several Foundation-stage cultivators standing nearby, startled, stepped back in a hurry, some even hastily drawing out their protective artifacts. "What's the rush?" the white-haired man suddenly snapped at the junior cultivators, his gaze sharp. The guards, startled, quickly retracted their artifacts. The white-haired cultivator then calmed slightly, tapping his storage pouch at the waist. From the pouch, a thumb-sized pill pulsing with a rich blood essence shot out and was instantly pointed toward another white-robed cultivator. The latter stared blankly, opened his mouth, and swallowed the pill whole, remaining motionless. Meanwhile, the other white-robed cultivator continued to draw off the guards' vital blood, causing the originally seven-foot-tall man to shrink rapidly, his bones cracking with a series of crisp sounds, his skin drying out to the texture of ancient tree bark. The white-haired cultivator watched the scene coldly, showing no intention of stepping in to save anyone. Only after the victim had shrunk into the form of a dwarf, about half a foot tall, did he suddenly steeple his fingers and cast a blood-colored spell at the blood-sucking man. The man trembled, hesitated, and finally reluctantly released his fangs, his body regaining its original form. A crimson glow surged forth from the white-haired cultivator's hands and struck the dwarf-like man. With a sharp "pffft," a burst of blood flame engulfed him, instantly consuming him completely—leaving not even a trace of his spirit essence. "Take me to the Guest Hall," the white-haired cultivator said calmly to the jingdan cultivator, as if nothing had happened at all. "Yes, sir—please follow me!" The sturdy man's face changed several times before he quickly smiled and nodded, completely silent about what had just transpired. Then, as the light of departure surged, he carried the white-haired cultivator along with one corpse and two bodies, shooting upward toward the stone peak. In a moment, he vanished into the high clouds and mist. The other several foundation-level cultivators guarding the seals finally exhaled in relief, each displaying a look of profound relief and awe. They were unaware that, hundreds of feet above their heads, a concealed figure had witnessed the entire scene. "Shadow-disease blood corpses! I never thought the human realm actually had cultivators who could refine such magical corpses! They must not fear the eventual infiltration of shadow-disease qi, risking their lives in the process!" This murmured figure was none other than Han Li, who had quietly infiltrated the seal. Now floating in the sky with arms folded, he spoke in a barely audible whisper, as if he recognized the origin of the magical corpse carried by the white-haired cultivator.