"Back then, I didn't know Master Uncle's true identity. I hope Master Han won't mind me at all!" The yellow-robed man, upon seeing Master Han recognize him instantly, turned pale and stammered, his voice trembling. The woman by his side was momentarily stunned. Her Master Qi was usually so fluent and articulate—how could he now be speaking so awkwardly? Moreover, from the tone of his voice, it sounded as though he had known the Grand Elder for a long time. Full of curiosity, she hesitated to ask any questions. Master Han smiled slightly, his expression half-amused, half-curious. "Those who are unaware need not be blamed. At that time, I had my own reasons and concealed my cultivation level. How could I possibly hold it against you, my brothers and sisters? Yet, I did not expect Master Qi to successfully reach the Dan Stage—this truly surprises me. What about the other two?" "This yellow-robed cultivator was none other than Kui Huan, a disciple of Luoyun Sect who had once invited me to capture the Snow Cloud Fox. Though his innate potential was ordinary, he has now advanced directly from Qi Stage to a Jiandan cultivator—something quite unexpected, indeed," said Han Li, naturally surprised. "My senior colleagues, however, had less favorable circumstances; they failed even the Foundation Stage, and had already passed away many years ago," Kui Huan replied with a wry smile, surprised that Han Li remembered the past so vividly. "That makes sense. Their own potential wasn't exceptional either, so failing to reach Foundation Stage isn't surprising. It seems Kui has experienced some remarkable fortune of his own," Han Li sighed. "I incidentally ingested a mysterious herb many centuries ago, and that's when my cultivation suddenly surged dramatically!" Kui Huan smiled politely while explaining. "Heh, that clearly indicates a strong fortune. Still, my purpose this time isn't merely to catch up on old times—I have some matters to ask you!" Han Li straightened his expression and spoke with a沉 tone. "Even if the Senior Elder speaks, as long as the disciple knows, he will surely share everything without reservation." The woman hurriedly replied with a respectful tone. Even if Han Li were not the Senior Elder of Luoyun Sect, his status as the foremost cultivator in the southern region alone was enough to make her deliberately favor him. "There's nothing particularly significant. I simply wish to ask—over the past year, have you noticed any unusual changes in the magical chasm seal maintained by your Seven Spirit Island?" Han Li asked slowly. "The seal? It seems perfectly stable. We rotate personnel from among the seven islands for regular inspections, and we haven't heard of any anomalies. What exactly do you mean, Senior Sister?" The woman paused, responding instinctively. Upon hearing this, Han Li frowned. "Seven islands rotating their watch—so even if problems arise when other islands are on duty, you wouldn't necessarily be aware of them," Han Li's expression darkened. "If the other islands fail to inform us, that's precisely the case," Qu Huan and the woman exchanged glances before offering their answer with stiff resolve. But to their surprise, Han Li did not grow angry—he instead blinked several times, then suddenly struck his storage sack with one hand, and a set of colorful array flags and array discs materialized in his hands. "You and your thirty-six disciples, go immediately to the entrance of the magical abyss and set up the 'Xuan Gang Tian Sha Array' right away. I'm heading down into the abyss. If anything comes out, I want it stopped—no matter what. I don't expect you to fight the enemies; just delay the situation slightly, and that will be sufficient." Han Li calmly instructed. Upon hearing this, Kui Huan and Huan were greatly surprised, yet they nodded in agreement and responded with polite deference. "The sooner, the better! Select the best team and go immediately to the seal site to set up the array. I'm going first—into the abyss to take a look. Heh, I hope it's just a minor scare after all." Han Li murmured softly, then tossed the array tools aside and stood up. Without waiting for the two figures ahead to respond, she flashed a brilliant glow around her, transforming into a streak of jade light and shooting upward into the sky. The direction of the streak clearly pointed toward where the magical seal had been placed on the Demon Deep. The woman and Kui Huan quickly bowed their greetings, then immediately dispatched sound-carriers to summon other suitable disciples from the island. Soon afterward, another group of cultivators gathered. The two promptly distributed the array tools and then led the group off the island. They could not afford any delay, fearing they might miss the critical moment for Han Li. At that very moment, Han Li had already stood atop the ancient entrance to the former Demon Deep. The massive whirlpool that had once dominated the scene was now only fifty to sixty zhang wide, and around its circumference stood several dozen towering stone pillars. These pillars, crafted from an unknown material—neither clearly gold nor wood—hovered semi-immersed in the surrounding sea water, motionless. Radiant streams of milky-white spiritual light emanated from the pillars, forming a seamless white light curtain that completely sealed the whirlpool beneath. Han Li floated above, his eyes slightly narrowed as he observed the seal before him silently. "Master Han, you see this seal has remained perfectly intact—could it be that your information is incorrect? Moreover, our seven island cultivators have been stationed right here, never relaxing our vigilance." Standing behind Han Li, several other cultivators were present. Among them, a red-robed cultivator at the Jin Dan stage carefully inquired, clearly recognizing Han Li's status. The other Jian Ji cultivators stood at a distance, motionless and breathless, each holding their breath with quiet dignity. "Hmph. To enter without damaging the seal, I would need to know at least five or six methods. As for concealing myself from your observation—well, that’s nothing short of trivial." Han Li spoke coldly, without turning around. Upon hearing this, the red-robed cultivator could only offer a faint, helpless smile and remained silent. "Shortly, our Lu Yun Sect disciples will deploy a temporary spell array to temporarily secure the entrance." The Chìlián Sect merely needs your cooperation for a short while—there shouldn't be any issue, should there?" Han Li said, his voice growing cold. "Absolutely no issue, Master! Do you truly intend to enter the seal?" The red-robed cultivator sensed the underlying intent in Han Li's tone and was now genuinely surprised. "Of course—I must journey to the Magi's Deep. Otherwise, why would I have come personally? This is precisely when the magical pressure is at its peak, and thus the ideal moment to enter." Han Li spoke without hesitation, then raised his gaze toward the sky. It was now noon, and the blazing sun hung high, casting an unmistakable intensity. The red-robed cultivator likewise looked up at the scorching sunlight and expressed a moment of clear understanding. "Alright, take care of yourselves. I'll go down now." Han Li did not wish to delay any further. With a flick of his sleeve, a cluster of three-colored light flames rolled into his hands and transformed into a three-colored fan. Immediately, Han Li gently swayed his fan single-handedly, and a series of runes on the fan surged forth, forming a layer of tri-colored flames on the surface of the fan. As his body shifted slightly, he transformed into a streak of jade-green light, rushing toward the luminous screen, while simultaneously slashing the air in front of the screen with the fan. Then, a sudden inspiration struck Han Li, and he plunged into the realm of the demonic abyss. At that very moment, the previously separated, milky seal rapidly reformed, seamlessly restoring itself—without a single trace of demonic energy escaping. The red-robed cultivator sighed in relief, then shook his head with a touch of self-mockery. After all, the other party was the foremost great cultivator of the southern heavens; he had surely been overly startled. Yet, just then, a junior cultivator from the Foundation Stage standing behind him suddenly shouted, "Master, look!" The red-robed cultivator paused, turning his head to follow the call. To his sight, shimmering lights danced on the horizon, followed by dozens of streaks of light racing swiftly toward them. "It's disciples from Luoyun Sect! It seems Master Han truly hasn't been exaggerating. Could it be that some powerful demon or monster has indeed infiltrated the demonic abyss?" murmuring to himself, the red-robed cultivator's expression grew increasingly thoughtful. Meanwhile, Han Li, now enveloped in the dark demonic aura, radiated golden arcs of light, once again unleashing the Divine-Defying Thunder to ward off the encroaching demonic energy He was sliding downward toward the deepest part of the magical abyss, amid the roaring sound. The golden arcs of magical energy constantly intertwined, yet kept dissolving and vanishing beneath the steady thunder. Han Li paid no attention to these fluctuations, instead repeatedly chanting a secret incantation recorded in the *Xuan Mu Hua Ying* scripture, with both hands pressed in seals. A thousand zhang, two thousand zhang, three thousand zhang... Though he maintained the spell's intensity without pause, his awareness remained utterly still. As he descended deeper into the abyss, his face grew progressively more somber. By the time he had reached seven or eight thousand zhang deep, a flicker of doubt stirred within him. Could it be that he had miscalculated—perhaps the second immortal embryo had not arrived here at all, but had instead sought to cultivate elsewhere? Han Li murmured this thought to himself, then suddenly his expression changed, and his flowing light halted completely. His face was now grave, his hands shifting their seals, and a low chant flowing from his lips. Yet his eyes, glowing with a deep blue luminescence, remained fixed on the ground below, unblinking. But suddenly, his expression grew strange, as though he were uncertain. After a moment's hesitation, he moved again. This time, however, Han Li seemed clearly aware of his destination, and he directly vanished toward a specific direction. This time, he did not descend for long—after merely a few hundred paces, Han Li heard a rich, wild roar echoing from below. He pressed his lips together, slowing his pace by half, while his three-flame fan spun smoothly in his hands and then was firmly gripped between his fingers. The blue glow in his pupils intensified, becoming vivid and brilliant, as he fixed his gaze steadily on the swirling magical aura below, not blinking once. With his current cultivation level, when his Qingming Ling Miao was fully activated, he could normally discern objects up to a hundred paces away even within this ten-thousand-foot deep magical abyss. However, beyond fifty paces, the details began to blur. At a distance of precisely a hundred paces below, a towering, unusually dark silhouette raised its head and unleashed a thunderous roar. When Han Li looked in that direction, his gaze suddenly met the sharply glowing, blood-red eyes of the shadow. (Second chapter update!