"What's going on?" the middle-aged man asked, his eyes flashing. "Indeed. The compass also shows a response in this direction. Yet the response is inconsistent—strong at times, when it seems the most active among all directions, and weak at others, when it shows no reaction at all. This is truly strange," the elder said, gazing intently at the compass now subtly flickering in the air, his expression somewhat doubtful. "Either the person possesses a unique treasure that affects the sensitivity of the Tianxuan compass, or indeed, the person has considerable magical prowess, employing some divine technique to conceal their true level, making it impossible for the Tianxuan compass to accurately pinpoint their location," the middle-aged man replied after a brief pause, speaking with some hesitation. "Perhaps that's true. However, if it's the former, we can still proceed. But if it's the latter, then we cannot afford to overlook it. How about this—we send two feathered dragons to investigate this direction first and find out exactly what's happening. Meanwhile, we'll handle matters in the other directions. Once we have results, we can make a follow-up visit then," the elder suggested. "Brother Tu's approach is mature and well-considered—let it stand. If all goes smoothly, we shall resolve matters here within half a day." The middle-aged man nodded with a hearty chuckle, clearly believing it no great feat to seize items from the hands of several cultivators at the Lingxu level. Upon hearing this, the elder nodded in agreement and, with a sharp cry, had the remaining two golden feathered dragon-jacks spiral briefly above the two before suddenly charging toward the direction indicated by the compass. A moment later, they vanished without a trace. Then, without further hesitation, the elder and the middle-aged man launched their respective streams of light, transforming into two brilliant streaks of light that shot off in different directions. One of the streaks suddenly dimmed, flashing briefly with a white glow, and then faded to an almost imperceptible, faint presence. The other streak, after traveling over ten miles, suddenly burst into a surge of purple mist, completely engulfing its luminous trail with a loud "thud." After a while, as the mist slightly rolled and then dispersed, the interior turned out completely empty. They had no idea how to conceal themselves from the overseer's watch, nor had they established any connections with other high-ranking xenos. Yet, considering his circumstances, he proved remarkably astute. He had consistently kept his cultivation level hidden throughout the city, deliberately avoiding mingling with fellow high-tier xenos such as the Great-Headed one, so as not to draw undue attention and become a prominent target for the Jiaochi clan. Seizing the moment when the city gates opened, he quietly slipped among the lower-tier xenos and made his way far beyond. Now, the xenos were well over a thousand miles from the Green-Light City—under normal circumstances, this would be considered safe. Yet, their demeanor remained unsettled, as if a major disaster loomed at any moment. For some time now, an undercurrent of unease had been pressing upon him, as though disaster were imminent. The 'Heart-Enamored' clan, though small in stature on the Thundering Plains, possessed a rare, well-known innate ability among the xenos to sense and perceive threats—something few outsiders were aware of. Thus, he could not afford to dismiss this intuition, and remained ever vigilant, closely observing the surrounding developments. Suddenly his expression changed, as if he had sensed something. With a firm press of his legs, the wall lizard spirit beast instantly halted its movement. At the same time, his mind's awareness sharpened, and his eyes gleamed with two bright red orbs, constantly scanning the surroundings. The foreigner's own pair of antennae on his head swayed and twisted in rhythm with the movement of his eyes. Suddenly, a brilliant white glow erupted in the void beside him, and within it, a human figure briefly materialized. With a single gesture, a surge of swordlight shot straight down. The golden, shimmering sword energy was dazzling, reaching the foreigner's body in a single flash. The foreigner was startled—had he been unprepared, he might indeed have had to remain helpless. Fortunately, he had been alert earlier, and as a result, a sudden flash of black light appeared before him, forming an oddly shaped black shield. At the same time, a low hum resonated from his body, and three distinct, strange protective layers—crimson, yellow, and green—emerged, enveloping him. Meanwhile, the gecko below suddenly shook its body. Its unusually long tail flicked out, sweeping across as a dark shadow, while at the same time it opened its mouth to expel a globule of green liquid aimed directly at the figure glowing in white light. The liquid was intensely pungent and foul-smelling, making those nearby feel nauseated. Indeed, this foreign being, a true Immortal of the Liangxu stage, had demonstrated an astonishing array of responses in the span of just one instant. Yet the figure in white light was even more remarkable—its golden sword energy flashed once, passing through the black small shield and striking the tri-color energy dome. The black shield itself remained silent, splitting cleanly in two and plummeting straight down into the void. The foreign being's expression slightly changed. "Boom!" The golden sword energy struck the tri-color dome, triggering a brilliant burst of light. The various hues of light interwove, producing a continuous series of explosive sounds. Remarkably, the tri-color dome successfully absorbed and deflected the golden sword energy. At that moment, however, the green liquid struck the white figure, and the gecko-like creature's tail swept past. Yet Bai Yin's form wavered slightly, his body seeming almost ethereal. Both attacks flashed past him, missing entirely and landing in empty space. "Such a marvel!" the foreigner gasped, focusing intently on Bai Yin, while swiftly flipping his hand. A shimmer of light passed through his palm, and suddenly a pale silver scroll appeared. With a flick of his wrist, he prepared to summon it. At that moment, a gentle breeze swept through the void behind the foreigner, and suddenly, a figure—barely visible, as if appearing only by the movement of the air—emerged. This figure was semi-transparent, appearing as though made of ghostly substance, motionless and lifeless upon its emergence. Meanwhile, the foreigner himself remained completely unaware of the unusual sight behind him. With a simple gesture, he launched the scroll, which instantly transformed into countless streaks of silver lightning, blasting directly toward his opponent. A thunderous roar erupted as the silver lightning burst forth, completely engulfing the figure of white light within its radiant glow. This silver lightning seemed to emanate from some unknown divine ability, and once released, it instantly filled the surrounding void with a searing heat. As the figure behind observed the thunder's formidable might, a faint, grim smile broke across his nearly translucent face. Suddenly, he lunged forward, his entire form transforming into a streak of green light. Even the immortal spirits of the foreign beings were completely dissolved. Without any command from their host, the once-powerful lightning radiance vanished instantly, and the figure within the beam of white light reappeared. Then, with a flash of golden light, the figure severed the large wall lizard into several pieces, and remained motionless. A delighted chuckle emerged from the thin skin, followed by a sudden, eerie expansion—within a moment, the figure had fully restored itself, appearing exactly as before, a fully living foreign being. This foreign being raised both hands and glanced around, his face displaying a strange smile. Then, shifting his gaze, he suddenly extended a hand toward the figure in the beam of white light. Immediately, the figure stepped forward slowly, the white glow receding to reveal his true form—none other than the middle-aged man from the Jiaochi clan! Yet now, his expression was utterly still, as if a puppet. "Indeed," he murmured, "this Blood-Transforming and Soul-Dispersing technique is truly formidable." Unfortunately, one cannot employ this technique until the refined essence blood absorbed earlier has been fully transmuted. Otherwise, using it in combat would truly be invincible. The "non-human" observer looked at the "middle-aged man" with a touch of regret, murmuring softly. Then, he gave a flick of his wrist, and a storage bracelet shot out, spinning smoothly before a cascade of assorted items spilled down. With a mere sweep of his consciousness, he reached out without ceremony, capturing several boxes of items. He began opening them one by one to examine them closely. Not long after, his expression grew increasingly displeased. Though some of the items were quite rare, none of them matched the target he was seeking. Without further hesitation, he pointed at the storage bracelet, and instantly a wave of emerald light surged down, neatly reabsorbing all the items back into it. Yet, after a moment's thought, the "non-Human" suddenly remembered something, and hurriedly reached out with both hands, frantically searching about his body—only to find, aside from two scrolls and a few small items, nothing else. With a cold sigh, the non-Human shook his head helplessly, then pressed a series of gestures. A streak of green light shot forth from the top of his head, shimmering briefly before transforming once more into a semi-transparent, eerie figure. Meanwhile, the non-Human himself seemed to deflate like a worn-out balloon, collapsing into a thin layer of skin and falling to the ground. The semi-transparent figure did not linger in the air for long—after a slight flicker, it unexpectedly sank into the body of the middle-aged man. The middle-aged figure trembled, closed his eyes, and a strange, fluctuating green glow began to ripple across his body. After a while, he exhaled deeply and reopened his eyes. To his amazement, the previously dull, rigid gaze now sparkled with renewed vitality—exactly as it had been before.