Although the herd of beasts sensed that Han Li had no ill will, soon they turned and galloped off, vanishing behind a high ridge. Han Li remained seated by the stream for a while longer, waiting until the mist around him had completely dispersed, then ascended into the air, heading steadily upward. At this moment, both his magical power and spiritual aura were fully restored. As he attempted to extend his awareness, however, he found that although he could slightly detach from his body, he was clearly under strong restriction—able to perceive only a range of about ten to twenty li around him. Thus, he simply continued ascending, intending to directly employ his Qingming Lingmu divination technique to observe the surroundings. At least, everything within a hundred li could now be clearly seen. Perched at a height of a thousand zhang, Han Li's eyes flashed with a vivid blue glow, swiftly scanning the landscape around him. To the east and west, the far ends remained a blank, white expanse, as though still composed of scattered rocks. Thirty li to the south, however, a patch of green emerged, stretching out so far that it appeared to form a substantial mountain range. Meanwhile, a strong surge of water qi rose from the north, suggesting the presence of a great river or sea. After a moment's hesitation, Han Li activated his flowing light and transformed into a streak of jade-green light, heading northward. With his current speed, the distance covered in mere moments. Occasionally, a few of them would dive into the sea, using their beaks and talons to grasp small fish about a foot long, then hurl them high into the air. Instantly, the other strange birds would swarm in, swiftly devouring the fish before they even had a chance to settle. Han Lin observed all this with a composed expression. After a while, suddenly remembering something, he sharply turned his gaze toward the heavens. There were still seven blazing suns suspended in the sky, but Han Lin's expression changed. For some reason, he felt the radiance of the suns seemed slightly dimmed, as if they had shrunk a little and appeared a bit blurred. It seemed clear now that the place he had been transported to was truly far from the Human Realm—otherwise, the very suns in the sky would have changed so noticeably. Fortunately, Han Lin had already anticipated this phenomenon through his physical discomfort after the teleportation. Now, he was not particularly surprised. He then shifted his gaze downward, settling his attention on the group of turtles below. On this beach, besides the large group of turtles, there are numerous empty turtle shells scattered across the nearby sand, numbering in the thousands. The sand below appears to hold even more. With his eyes slightly narrowed, Han Li flipped his hand and now held a large, jade-green turtle shell, measuring about one zhang in size. Holding this shell in one hand, he compared it with the group of turtles below. After a moment, a look of surprise appeared on Han Li's face. At first glance, the shells below seemed very similar to the one he was holding, with some even being significantly larger. Yet Han Li immediately noticed the differences. Although his shell wasn't particularly large, each turtle pattern on it subtly shimmered with a faint silver hue. In contrast, the patterns on the shells below were merely ordinary white streaks. Han Li tilted his head, then reached out with his hand, palm open, and gently grasped a shell from below—immediately, a turtle shell two zhang in size shot straight upward. A tremendous roar echoed as it struck the ground with a single, effortless blow from Han Li. The turtle shell instantly shattered, turning into fine powder and vanishing. A great commotion rippled through the turtle herd, with many large turtles extending their dark, glossy heads toward the sky. Yet they seemed unconcerned about Han Li, and most soon retracted, returning the herd to a state of calm. "Indeed, these are no ordinary turtle shells! Yet they must have originated from this very place." Han Li did not show any sign of disappointment, but murmured to himself. A flash of green light revealed his form slowly descending toward the ground. Closing his eyes, he forcefully extended his divine awareness, casting it over the surrounding several miles, as if carefully searching for something. After a while, Han Li snapped his eyes open with a brilliant gleam, and in a flash of jade-green light, surged forward, circling swiftly around the sandy expanse several times before returning. Yet now, floating behind his form, there were three additional massive turtle shells— one several tens of zhang in size, another measuring a zhang, and the last only a few zhang in length. The turtle patterns on these three shells were clearly all silvery, though the shades varied slightly. The smallest shell's pattern shimmered like pure silver, while the one as large as a zhang—identical to the one in Han Li's hand—showed a uniform silvery hue. The largest shell, however, only held a faint, delicate silver tint. All three shells had been deeply buried beneath the nearby sandy soil, and without Han Li's divine awareness extending downward, they might have remained undiscovered. Han Li paused mid-flight, hovering in the air, and then waved his hand at the three shells. Instantly, a gust of wind blew, and the three shells aligned side by side in front of him. A series of sharp "thuds" followed as Han Li lightly flicked his fingers, sending several streaks of jade-green sword energy rushing through the air, each forming distinct holes of varying depths on the shells. The sword energy completely penetrated the largest shell, leaving only a half-inch depth on the smallest, while the medium-sized shell bore holes about three to four inches deep. Han Li nodded in satisfaction, then shook his sleeve, causing a wave of jade-green light to surge forth. Three turtle shells instantly spun around in the dawn light, shrinking countless times over and being instantly seized by Han Li in his hands. A flash of luminous energy, and they were all stored within his storage bracelet. At that moment, however, a sudden burst of bird calls echoed from afar on the sea surface. Han Li raised his head in surprise, only to feel a surge of alarm. There, on the sea ahead, a colossal creature had appeared without any prior notice—ten zhang in length. Its upper body took the form of a man with dark, rugged skin, each arm holding a bone fork, his face fierce and imposing. Yet its lower body resembled that of a massive octopus, with thick, sweeping tentacles rising and dipping subtly above the water surface. This octopus-like beast was now opening its mouth, spewing out waves of dark, radiant light that enveloped hundreds of crimson-colored strange birds, drawing them one by one into its mouth as if enjoying a sumptuous meal. The birds struggled desperately within the light, yet could not free themselves in the slightest, and within moments, half of them were swallowed whole. Strange as it may seem, the turtles that had witnessed this scene remained calm and steady on the beach, showing no signs of panic, while the massive creature remained utterly motionless, paying no attention to the turtle group. Han Li was somewhat surprised, yet since the creature appeared only to be of about eighth-tier beast rank, he naturally did not feel any fear—instead, he furrowed his brows, standing still and observing the scene, silently pondering the creature's origins. In contrast, most yao-sheng—except for those with special lineages or insect-like species that are inherently incapable of attaining spiritual intelligence—can develop spiritual awareness. However, their innate divine abilities typically fall far short of those of the ancient beasts. Of course, there is no strict distinction between ancient beasts and yao-sheng. Some ancient beast species living near the human and yao clans often choose to join the yao clan after attaining spiritual awareness, weighing the advantages and disadvantages carefully. Alternatively, certain ancient beasts are taken notice of by human and yao cultivators, who then forcibly tame and incorporate them into their own clans—eventually becoming a distinct branch within the yao-sheng. Thus, when Han Li observed the yao-beast before him, he found it entirely natural, simply standing with his hands behind his back, quietly hovering in the air. After a while, the sea-dwelling yao-beast swallowed the sea birds whole, then excitedly waved its massive tentacles across the water's surface before suddenly turning its head and spotting Han Li floating in the sky nearby. Han Li had previously carefully restrained his aura, and this beast, being careless, had never noticed the presence of another being high above the beach. Yet, something unexpected happened! Upon seeing Han Li, the creature suddenly displayed a look of alarm, roared once, and then shimmered, transforming into black mist before vanishing into the sea. Immediately, countless dark, ink-black vapors rose from the depths, swiftly turning the seawater within several miles into a thick, opaque black, rendering visibility nearly impossible. Han Li's eye flickered, his blue pupils flashing, and his gaze instantly pierced through the mist, clearly seeing what unfolded below. There, deep beneath the sea, the massive octopus creature was desperately fleeing toward the surface. With a cold exhalation, Han Li brightened his back wings, intending to activate his Wind and Thunder Wings and swiftly ascend into the sky to capture the creature—when suddenly, a mysterious, deep, resonant roar erupted from the deep sea, rolling out like thunder. Immediately, a powerful and extraordinary spirit aura surged from deep within the sea, some fifteen li away, seemingly no weaker than that of a Dao-Stage cultivator. Upon hearing the roar, Han Li was momentarily stunned, his gaze fixed on the source of the sound without blinking, his expression revealing a hint of hesitation. A moment later, the astonishing spirit aura released by the sea merged with that of the octopus spirit creature, and together they moved swiftly and without delay toward the deeper parts of the ocean. After shaking his head, the pair of wings that had just emerged behind him flickered and vanished once more. Though he was no stranger to Dao-Stage spirit beasts, he did not wish to engage in confrontation with peers just yet, especially in such unfamiliar terrain. After gazing further into the depths of the sea, Han Li ignited his flight light and suddenly turned, racing southward. In a short while, the jade-green glow of his form appeared before a vast, continuous range of lush, green mountains. As he slowed his flight, his figure materialized at the edge of the mountain range.