The sky, which had been clear and cloudless all along, suddenly surged with countless blood-colored clouds rolling in from that direction, reaching韩立's head without a sound within a short while, and swiftly spreading outward. In an instant, every part of the sky visible to韩立 turned a deep crimson, filled with a thick, pungent scent of blood—making it as though he had suddenly found himself in a completely unfamiliar world. Hàn Lì inhaled the scent twice, his face growing slightly pale. The aroma was unmistakably that of fresh blood! With so many blood clouds, how much blood must have been spilled to create such a startling scene? Hàn Lì became instantly cautious. He halted his flight, his thunder robe materializing and instantly transforming into a shimmering layer of pale blue electric arcs, constantly jumping and pulsing. At the same time, a subtle golden glow emerged over his body, revealing patches of golden scales, and the ethereal image of his three-headed, six-armed form appeared behind him. Hàn Lì himself remained with his arms folded, his head raised toward the sky, his eyes narrowing slightly, with a faint blue luminescence subtly flickering. The strange situation unfolding before him made him suspect that he was being watched by something. Fortunately, with his current cultivation level and the new powers he had recently mastered, even if a Consolidated Stage cultivator intervened, he might still have a chance to escape. Thus, he remained remarkably composed. At that very moment, however, his spiritual awareness surged outward, spreading swiftly across the skies in all directions, seeking to detect any hidden adversaries. Yet, a development that weighed heavily on Han Li's mind soon emerged. Despite his spiritual senses scanning the area instantly, he found no trace of the expected enemies. Instead, the skies beyond ten thousand li were just as uniform as the area around him—both enveloped in the same vivid crimson blood clouds. Han Li drew in a sharp breath. Could it be that he wasn't being watched by anyone, but rather, he was trapped within some mysterious seal? That thought came to him suddenly. After a moment of fluctuating between worry and uncertainty, he suddenly transformed into a streak of jade-green light, shooting off swiftly. After a few flashes, he vanished at the farthest edge of the sky. No matter what caused this celestial phenomenon, it was best for him to leave the area immediately. With his current cultivation level, when his speed was fully unleashed, the vibrant green streak of light transformed into a slender thread of pure blue, slicing through the sky. As soon as it first appeared on this side of the sky, it had already reached the opposite end, instantly vanishing over a hundred paces away. His speed was nearly unmatched even among fully consolidated cultivators. This was indeed due in part to his significant advancement in cultivation, but the primary reason lay in the remarkable speed and lightness of his newly refined seventy-two flying swords—each one so agile and effortless. It was only by using one of these swords as a guide that he achieved such astonishing performance. Even himself was surprised by the exceptional speed he could achieve while riding a sword, and was filled with delight as a result. However, this joy did not last long. Within a short while, his smile froze, then gradually faded away, replaced entirely by a look of sheer disbelief. To his astonishment, he flew a million li at once and yet remained enveloped in that strange, eerie blood-cloud, as if it had no end. Han Li was deeply startled and accelerated his flight even further. After flying for half a day, when the blood-red hue still persisted unchanged, the azure glow finally receded, and Han Li emerged once more in his true form. Now, Han Li's face had grown unusually somber. Clearly, he was indeed trapped within a remarkable and intricate seal—something that should never have occurred. Yet the vastness of this seal was truly astonishing. Suspended in midair, Han Li rapidly pondered strategies for escape. However, just as he was beginning to form a plan, the blood-cloud above suddenly surged and rippled, and from within, a series of blood-colored symbols, each about the size of a clenched fist, began to rise. These symbols spun gently in the cloud and then emitted a low, resonant hum. The hum grew steadily louder, eventually becoming deafening. Han Li was struck by this scene, and without hesitation, pressed two hand seals. A surge of green light rippled over his body, and from various parts of his form, seventy-two jade-green flying swords shot forth, spiraling around him before suddenly transforming into seventy-two green lotus blossoms that rose and danced above him. Yet Han Li did not stop there. As soon as the flying swords were released, he reached out with one hand, and in a flash of shadow, a miniature mountain several inches high floated into his palm. Without thinking, he threw it forward! The black mountain swayed and instantly grew to over ten zhang in height, now standing firmly above Han Li’s head, forming a solid shield that fully protected the space above. Though uncertain about what might happen next, Han Li had instantly established multiple layers of defense. Just as Han Li was about to feel as if facing a dire threat, the blood-colored runes in the sky suddenly sank downward, as though having found their target, and darted swiftly toward Han Li. The runes above his head were still well protected by the vast Yuanmagnetic Divine Mountain, making it impossible for them to reach him; however, the blood-colored runes appearing on all four sides and below surged wildly, rushing toward Han Li with frantic intensity. Han Li's face paled, and without hesitation, he activated a few lotus blossoms around him. Instantly, these blossoms spun rapidly, transforming into countless streaks of jade-green swordlight that surged forth, slashing furiously at the blood-colored runes. A series of "puff" sounds erupted as the runes were instantly severed into dense clusters of blood mist, which then exploded outward in all directions. As the mist rolled, it seemed destined to be drawn into the gaps between the jade-green swordlight. Yet, with a low cry, Han Li's body surged with a surge of bright azure electric arcs, which immediately expanded into a vast network of electric grids, resonating with thunderous sound, and forcefully repelling the approaching blood mist clusters. As Han Li slightly relaxed in his mind, the blood mist surged back, swiftly vanishing into the sky-bound blood cloud within a blink. The blood cloud then trembled violently, and after a thunderous roar, a vast blood seal—spanning thirty zhang—suddenly descended steadily from the cloud, emerging clearly. Even this immense seal caused Han Li's face to pale. Taking a deep breath, he suddenly pointed his finger at the small black mountain atop his head. The mountain immediately emitted a deep rumble, and countless gray light filaments shot out, interweaving densely to form a broad gray net above his head, ready to meet the descending great seal. Yet, a scene that startled Han Li unfolded! The massive seal did not plummet directly as he had expected, but instead began to slowly rotate beneath the blood cloud, its surface glowing with an eerie bloodish radiance. Han Li stood motionless, waiting for over a full cup of tea's worth of time—yet nothing happened. With a furrowed brow, he began to struggle to grasp the intended meaning of this massive seal. But then his expression changed suddenly—seeming to have realized something—whereupon he sharply tapped one hand against his other wrist, where his storage bracelet was worn. Instantly, a shimmer of azure light flashed, and a jade box shot forth, spiraling before settling into his hands. On the box, several scrolls of varying colors were affixed, yet now they trembled incessantly on the lid, their luminous glow flickering in and out. Even more astonishingly, as Han Li studied them closely, the crimson seals high above began to glow in a corresponding, intense burst. A series of "crack" sounds followed—within moments, the scrolls ignited and burned completely, turning to ash and vanishing. Almost at the same time, a tremendous roar echoed through the air. The jade box's surface flashed with an unusual radiance, then exploded into a brilliant white light, sending out countless shards that shot outward. For an ordinary cultivator, such a blast would surely have caused significant injury. Yet Han Li's physical strength had already reached its peak. The fragments striking his hands and body fell off like they hit a piece of refined steel. However, when the white light faded and the explosion subsided, one object remained motionless, suspended there. Its surface was slightly yellow, bearing a series of deep green patterns, long and slender—resembling a slender rod. It was precisely Han Li's Xuan Tian fruit! As soon as the Xuan Tian fruit appeared, the blood seals floating in the air began to tremble violently, then flashed with bloodlight, and suddenly burst into fragments, vanishing completely. Han Li's face changed several times, his expression one of profound astonishment. What an extraordinary phenomenon! Could it be that these blood clouds had originally been drawn toward this very Xuan Tian fruit? He thought this with growing wonder. But before he could fully grasp the circumstances, a tremendous roar suddenly erupted from within the blood clouds above. Han Li paused, quickly lifting his head. What he saw then left him stunned. To the astonishment, amidst the thunderous roar of the blood-cloud, the ethereal forms suddenly solidified into tangible silhouettes. Most of these silhouettes were the shadows of various beast-like creatures, while a few were figures of ethnic groups that Han Li had never seen before—among them, many bore the distinct appearance of Fēilíng people. Yet, regardless of whether they were beast-shadows or figures of foreign races, each face was twisted in agony, as though enduring unbearable suffering. Yet the vast luminous array forming in the sky at that spot continued to take shape steadily, showing no sign of slowing or halting at all, despite Han Li's departure. After a moment's pause, Han Li flew at full speed, covering a distance of one million li, yet remained enveloped within the blood-cloud. By then, the great luminous array had long since vanished from sight. Han Li exhaled deeply, his flight momentarily slowing as he adjusted his pace. At that very instant, the blood-cloud above erupted in a thunderous roar. Upon hearing this familiar sound, Han Li felt his heart sink and quickly raised his head. To his astonishment, the previously serene blood-cloud suddenly dispersed, then slightly warped, flashing with blood-like light—revealing a massive blood-colored array that spun smoothly and precisely centered Han Li within its heart. Han Li's face instantly turned pale. Though he still did not know the purpose of this luminous array, such an astonishing, massive array relentlessly pursuing him could hardly be considered good news. Han Li instantly flashed a shade of green light across his body, preparing to vanish once more. At that moment, however, the blood-colored array floating in the sky suddenly underwent a remarkable transformation!