At this moment, the other male Serpentine men had also finished breaking down the giant crabs. Each of these packages was over two zhang high, nearly double the height of the serpentine men themselves. Yet they carried them with ease, clearly demonstrating their extraordinary strength. As soon as the four female Serpentine women began carrying Han Li forward, the male Serpentine men immediately joined the procession under the call of a single shout from the large man. The group then proceeded toward the valley's entrance. As soon as they stepped out of the valley, Han Li was struck by a fresh sight—just a few miles from the valley mouth, there lay a vast expanse of shimmering, rippling waters. The valley was thus remarkably close to the sea, which explained how such a giant crab could have entered the valley at all. However, the sea surface was unusually calm, with only a faintly salty breeze and no significant waves. It was precisely for this reason that Han Li had not heard any sound of waves crashing against the valley walls during his stay within it. These serpent people carried Han Li along the seashore, and after walking for a while, the route began to bend unusually. Han Li glanced around, and suddenly felt it all make sense. This was not a coastal region of a continent, but rather an unfamiliar island—small in size. After another dozen miles, the serpent people reached a cluster of rocky outcrops. Among these rocks, several slender, strange bone boats were moored. Except for one larger boat that could seat four or five people, the others could only accommodate two at most. At each end of these boats, one tapered sharply, while the other end featured various carved animal heads—crafted entirely of wood. Han Li and two serpent women boarded the largest boat, while the others took their smaller boats and rowed with the bone oars toward the sea. The serpent people, regardless of gender, were exceptionally strong, and with their oars moving continuously, the boats surged forward like arrows through the waves. The sea surface remained unusually calm, with no signs of marine creatures attacking the small boats. After just one hour, a dark spot appeared ahead—clearly another island. Han Li narrowed his eyes slightly, his blue-lit pupils flashing as he gained a general view of the island. It was a medium-sized island, spanning several dozen li in area, covered with lush, rolling green mountains and hills, dotted with numerous peaks and trees—seeming well-suited for habitation. However, at the tallest mountain on the island, the summit was slightly reddish, while the lower parts appeared gray and whitish, suggesting it might be a volcano. The rest of the island's features, Han Li could not observe in detail due to his still-recovering magical power, which limited his spiritual sight. The bone boat cut through the waves swiftly, approaching the island. After a meal's time, the boats were only about ten li away. At that moment, the previously clear and serene sky suddenly changed—thousands of dark clouds emerged almost instantly. Then the sea wind roared, and a downpour of heavy rain surged down from the clouds, drenching the deck. The speed and intensity of the weather change on the sea were truly astonishing! Yet none of this posed any real obstacle to the bone-boat's progress, as the serpent people on board pressed their hands against certain raised protrusions on the boat's structure, instantly activating a small magical array at the boat's base. One by one, translucent, misty shields appeared, enveloping each bone-boat. Yet the serpent people's expressions did not lighten in the slightest. For, as the weather shifted dramatically, colossal waves—towering like storybook towers—rose up and crashed down upon the boats in overwhelming force. These small boats, only a few zhang in length, appeared remarkably insignificant against such towering waves and could not withstand the impact. Though protected by the white shields, they did not immediately face capsizing or loss of life. Still, they bobbed and swayed amidst the surging waves, perilously exposed, unable to make any forward progress at all. Han Li was momentarily stunned upon seeing this scene. He glanced at the two serpent women on the boat and noticed that though they looked serious, they did not appear overly alarmed. It seemed the serpent people had some other method of response. Indeed, as Han Li had anticipated, just when the bone boat was in great peril, a luminous white light beam suddenly shot forth from a distant island, vanishing instantly into the nearby clouds. At once, a deep rumbling echoed through the clouds, and a massive luminous sphere burst apart, sending out a surge of white mist that forcefully tore open a vast circular gap—spanning hundreds of paces—through the sky. Han Li naturally felt surprised and turned to gaze more intently toward the island. However, the beam had arrived with such swift speed and had only lasted a brief instant. He had not been able to clearly determine from where on the island it had originated. After a large hole appeared in the clouds, the fierce winds and waves on the sea weakened, though the sea could no longer be as calm as before. Nevertheless, under the guidance of the serpent people, the bone boats sped toward the island once more. Shortly thereafter, the bone boats arrived at a natural harbor on the island, and the passengers disembarked. Han Li was once again lifted ashore by four serpent women on their "sliding poles." At this moment, Han Li turned his head and glanced back at the sky. Clearly, the change in the sky could not last long—within this brief span, the great hole in the clouds was once again filled with dark clouds, and the sea surged with fresh waves and storms. Yet for the serpent people who had safely reached the shore, such changes were entirely inconsequential. Han Li expressed a thoughtful expression, yet grew increasingly interested in the white light beams emanating from something on the island. Although his spiritual awareness was weak, he could still faintly sense that the luminous beam's spiritual power was unusually mixed—definitely not the result of a single great divine technique, but rather as if a spell array or artifact had drawn upon the stone's energy to emit it. While this level of power did not greatly impress韩立, its appearance on such a modest foreign island did seem somewhat unusual. Nevertheless, these thoughts flashed through his mind only briefly, and his gaze immediately returned to the scene before him. The small port was far from deserted; in addition to several stone dwellings of varying heights along the shore, there stood a towering stone pillar, approximately a hundred feet high. At the top of the pillar, there was a small wooden cottage, with faint traces of other Serpent People visible upon it. At that moment, seven or eight Serpent People emerged from the stone dwellings along the shore. Most were female, with only a few males. Leading them was a young woman in her twenties, exceptionally well-built and strikingly beautiful. This woman swiftly scanned the group, her face brightening with a charming smile as she saw the numerous bundles. But when her gaze reached the end of the line, where Han Li stood, she paused, her expression momentarily stunned. At that moment, the large man hurried over, bowed respectfully, and then spoke to her with a serious tone. After listening, the beautiful serpent woman glanced again at Han Li’s lower body and legs, and was equally astonished. Suddenly, she twisted and swayed several times, gracefully moving to stand before Han Li, then spoke to him in a strange language. Han Li raised an eyebrow, shook his head slightly. Yet the serpent woman showed no signs of giving up, switching through seven or eight different languages before finally settling on the last one. At that point, Han Li’s expression changed—he truly understood. It was the speech of the Fei Ling people! However, her delivery was stilted and somewhat awkward, as though she were still getting used to it. "You speak Fei Ling!" Han Li said, surprised, as he slowly spoke. "Your noble lord also speaks Fēlín language—this is truly wonderful. I am Yan Wu, the assistant priestess of the Huoyáng clan! May I know your name?" Upon hearing that Han Li understood Fēlín language, the serpent woman was overjoyed and bowed gracefully in reply. "Call me Han Sir. Huoyáng clan? I've never heard of it before. I've unexpectedly come to this place—what is this region of the sea?" Han Li furrowed his brow and asked calmly. "Our Huoyáng clan is merely a small offshoot of the Wā Shì lineage. It is quite natural that Master Han should not be familiar with our clan name. Your arrival as a noble lord of such high status is indeed a great honor for us. However, as an assistant priestess, I am not well-informed about the affairs of the noble clans in this region, nor do I have the privilege to personally welcome Master Han. I shall personally escort you to meet our chief priest. He will surely be able to answer any questions you may have." The serpent woman's response was both respectful and composed. "Chief Priest!" Han Li's eyes slightly narrowed as he circled the serpent maiden, sensing the faint spiritual aura emanating from her. Though this goddess possessed only a cultivation level equivalent to the early stage of Qi cultivation, she was indeed a true immortal cultivator. Yet, given her relatively low level, the high-ranking priestess could hardly be considered much more accomplished. There was nothing to fear, really. His thoughts swiftly settled, and he nodded calmly. The beautiful serpent maiden, seeing Han Li's agreement, silently exhaled in relief. In her mind, the atmosphere of the noble race before her felt strangely unusual. She could describe it as powerful—yet the spiritual pressure around him was faint and intermittent, not noticeably stronger than her own. Yet, when she tried to assess his cultivation level through her spiritual awareness, she found no clear indication of his actual stage. Such an enigmatic situation naturally called for the high priestess to handle it. After giving a few instructions to the Han men, the serpent maiden reached into her waistband and produced a leather pouch. She then reached inside and pulled out a luminous white spirit bird. The bird was about the size of a clenched fist, resembling a parrot, yet its eyes burned with an intense red glow, as if two flames were embedded within them. After gently stroking the bird several times, she emitted a strange, gurgling sound, then released her hand. Instantly, the bird transformed into a beam of white light and flew toward the heart of the island, vanishing within a few flashes.