"Is the old car spirit truly planning to enter a spatial node in the near future?" The wind elder clearly hadn't heard this before. "Yes, that's correct. But even this 'fastest' timeline probably requires a couple of centuries of preparation. After all, the extent of the danger involved in entering a spatial node remains unknown to even the heavens." Xiang Zhilǐ said solemnly. "So it seems the old car spirit's lifespan is drawing near. Otherwise, he wouldn't be so impatient in not carefully seeking out a more suitable node." After a pause, the horse-faced elder exhaled deeply. "The car spirit won't elaborate further, but it's almost certainly true. Otherwise, how could such a strategic and thoughtful being be so eager to act now? In fact, it's not just the car spirit—our own lifespans are also approaching their limits within the next few centuries." Xiang Zhilǐ's expression darkened slightly. "Friend Han, after all we've discussed, how are you considering this matter?" The wind elder's face also looked somewhat concerned, yet suddenly turned to Han and asked. "As Senior Brother mentioned, this indeed makes great sense. I haven't had much time to personally search for spatial nodes. I can provide the materials to the esteemed friends, but with one condition: should a suitable spatial node be found, I would appreciate it if you could promptly notify me so I may come and inspect it personally, allowing me to make timely preparations. I don't wish for any of you to withhold information from me." Han Li replied calmly and simply. Xiang Zhi-li's eyes lit up as he grasped the jade scroll in his hands. With a brief sweep of his consciousness, he beamed with satisfaction. "Excellent! Not only has the scroll contained numerous space node records, but it also features the layout method for the reverse-channel transmission array. Should we succeed in deciphering this array, we might uncover even greater benefits. Brother Han's generosity is truly admirable. We will certainly not fail to keep our word. Here are two Wàn Lǐ Symbols—please take them. As soon as we locate the space nodes, we'll send word immediately." Overjoyed, Xiang Zhi-li produced two jade symbols from his robe sleeve and tossed them over. With your current prowess, ordinary Yuan-Ying late-stage cultivators are far from being your match. Therefore, the established rules among us, originally binding only the Hua-Shen cultivators, may now also apply to Frang Brother. Frang Brother should therefore pay closer attention going forward—take the incident involving Yin Luo Sect as an example. "After carefully placing the jade scroll back, Xiang Zhi Li suddenly recalled another matter and hurriedly added. "Rules?" Han Li's expression shifted. "Actually, it's not that complicated. The Hua-Shen cultivators simply possess such immense capabilities that if any one of them acts arbitrarily, they might disrupt the harmony of the Human Realm. Thus, for a long time, all Hua-Shen cultivators in the Human Realm have jointly established a rule: once any cultivator reaches the Hua-Shen stage, they are strictly prohibited from engaging in any conflict with one another, and furthermore, must refrain from participating in any affairs within the immortal realm. Your recent decisive victory over so many Yuan-Ying cultivators of Yin Luo Sect—including a senior cultivator—has already caused some unforeseen disturbances in the Great Jin realm. But since you were not yet aware of this restriction, and since you still hadn't reached the stage of a Huashen cultivator, this matter naturally could be set aside for now. Now that both I and Feng brother have confirmed your divine abilities—though still not quite on par with Huashen cultivators—you now possess a fighting chance. With that, as soon as we inform the elder and our fellow cultivators, you will no longer be free to act at will. At the very least, you will not be able to carry out an action as decisive as the complete elimination of a number of Yuan Ying cultivators, thereby disrupting the rise and fall of a sect. Of course, this restriction will be mutual—thereafter, other Huashen cultivators will likewise refrain from acting arbitrarily against you." Xiang Zhi-li smiled and said this. The matter of Yin Luo Sect has long since been settled. It's most fortunate that Master Han can think so calmly. By the way, have there been any recent developments? If nothing urgent, why don't you accompany me and Feng brother to Maguo Mountain? I'll introduce you to Hu brother. Recently, Hu brother has invited several Yuan-Infant stage female cultivators to become his concubines and has sent us formal invitations. Feng brother, I'm sure you've received them as well. "Of course I have—otherwise, how could I be here at all? I've heard that this time, the three concubines he's planning to take in each possess Yuan-Infant stage cultivation and are all exceptionally beautiful, which he greatly admires. Still, considering this latest event, we've already visited Maguo Mountain five or six times due to Hu elder's need for concubines. This old magus truly knows how to stir things up. His magisterial palace is already full of beautiful women sent by his magistrates and descendants, and now he's still seeking additional concubines. "Wind Elder frowned slightly, but sighed helplessly. 'Ha ha, Wind Brother, you can't possibly not know this. Hū Elder, due to his cultivation method, is always enchanted by women—he's never satisfied with just one. But once he truly falls in love with a young, virtuous maiden, he becomes extremely serious. He never lightly takes away her maidenhood; instead, he carefully invites a circle of close friends to host a formal ceremony to welcome her as a concubine, giving her a proper status. And since Hū Elder has no official partner for dual cultivation, these named concubines are quite different from ordinary attendants—each one holds a special place in his heart and is deeply cherished by him!' Xiang Zhi-li laughed heartily. 'Hmph! Who cares whether he formally takes a concubine or not? What matters is that every time he invites her, she has to endure a blood-loss ritual. That makes Wind Brother feel rather displeased. Hū Elder has a strong sense of dignity—should he truly decline the invitation, he might actually offend him. And yet, his taste is exceptionally refined; ordinary treasures simply fail to impress him.' Wind Elder looked deeply troubled. 'That's because we both "If Brother Feng were as unattached as White Daojun, then whether he goes or not would naturally matter little," Xiang Zhi-li smiled calmly, as though completely unconcerned about the invitation. "You two are referring to the Daojun from the Tianmo Sect, correct? I was not formally invited, so going on my own might seem rather impromptu. Moreover, I haven't quite prepared any suitable gifts yet." Han Li hesitated. "Master Brother Han, there's no need to worry! With me bringing a guest to Maguo Mountain, the old magus, Hu, will surely have no complaint. Furthermore, should we indeed find the right spatial nodes as described in the jade scroll, the old magus will naturally be deeply grateful. As for the gifts, I can simply offer a few ancient treasures to make it adequate. After all, you and the old magus haven't been particularly close, so a heavy gift might seem excessive. On the other hand, this trip to Maguo Mountain presents a valuable opportunity for you. The unique spiritual medicine of Maguo Mountain—the 'Maguan Tianyuan Pill'—is particularly beneficial for advancing to the Huashen stage. This medicine can only be produced using the mountain's own rare There was absolutely nowhere to be found outside. If Master Han could seize this opportunity and obtain even a few of them, during the process of breaking through to the Immortal Stage, when sensing the celestial and terrestrial vital energies, the journey would surely be much smoother. "Magical Cultivation Heavenly Elixir! Could it be that the ancient 'Magical Vital Elixir'—long thought to have been lost—was indeed this one?" Master Han exclaimed, startled upon hearing the name of the precious elixir. "Exactly this elixir. I didn't expect Master Han to be familiar with it as well. Then, I won't have to waste any further words. Shall we make the journey together?" Seeing that Master Han knew the elixir's origin, Master Xiang was both pleasantly surprised and smiled warmly, asking him directly. Master Han's expression was uncertain, hesitating slightly. ... The Fume Moon Mountain lies in the northwest of the Dajin Dynasty, at the border between two provinces, stretching over tens of thousands of miles. It is home to countless perilous peaks, among which the tallest reaches tens of thousands of feet in height, with its upper portion permanently covered in snow, never melting. At the summit of this mountain lies a vast, flat expanse stretching for dozens of miles, where an immense palace complex has been constructed. Countless pavilions, towers, and terraces rise there, each exquisitely ornate and refined, crafted from precious hardwoods or rare, exquisite jade. Moreover, the entire summit is protected by a massive magical seal. Though the winds outside howl and the world outside is blanketed in cold, snow, and ice, within the seal's embrace, the seasons remain ever spring-like—blossoms and rare, enchanted plants flourish in abundance. Among these palaces and pavilions, graceful, beautiful women in colorful court gowns play, laugh, and frolic, their voices echoing like silver bells, enchanting all who hear them. Here, it seems, the very essence of earthly paradise has been realized. This is the Mòtu Mountain, a place known to few within the great Jin realm of immortals. And the palaces on the mountain bear a name that strikes one as astonishing—“The Palace of Magic.” The master of the Magic Palace is none other than Hu Qinglei, one of the few Huashen cultivators remaining in the Great Jin Dynasty and the Senior Most Elder of the Tianmo Sect, who has retired here. This master, once a towering figure in the entire Great Jin over a thousand years ago and personally led the Tianmo Sect to prominence among the magi, is now hosting a grand banquet in the largest hall of the palace for a group of distinguished guests. Though the number of guests is modest—only about seven or eight—they are seated on either side of the hall. In the center of the hall, dozens of graceful, elegant women in palace attire are dancing with flowing eyes and graceful movements, their movements fluid and enchanting. The entire hall is bathed in a vibrant, spring-like atmosphere. At the main seat, an elderly man with a wooden crown and a frail appearance is half-reclined against the back of his chair, his eyes gently closed, exuding a serene and contented demeanor. (Second update!)