That day, in avenging the death of his beloved son, he dispatched his two senior wyverns, Jiu Ye and Wu Qi, to investigate the murderer. However, Jiu Ye, who had tracked the killer alone, startled the spirit residing in the cave, now possessed by an extraterrestrial demonic sovereign, and was slain in a single blow. Though Wu Qi managed to hold off the group of Han Li and his companions by commanding numerous wyverns, he was eventually drawn away and, along with two of his subordinates, deceived by the shadow puppets formed by Han Li's Jia Yuan Fu technique, and thus unexpectedly eliminated. As for the remaining wyverns, they were now led by the translucent small creature, preparing to advance toward the entrance of the Magician's Mountain Range, where they intended to ambush Han Li and his party. Despite having numerous subordinates, this multi-eyed elder demon still remained unaware of the matter concerning Zhi Xian. Upon hearing this, he naturally found himself momentarily stunned. As for the other two figures, they were clearly the Iron-Winged Demon and another Saint-level wyvern named Xue Bi. Upon seeing the multi-eyed demon's demeanor not appear to be feigned, even Xue Bi was A flash of crimson light passed through his eyes as he asked seriously, "How is it that your son, Master Du, has perished? We have been completely unaware of this matter." "Hmph. Is it truly a matter of honor for my son to have been slain? Why should it be made known to everyone? Moreover, you've all been busy these past few days—how could we possibly have missed such news?" Master Du's face darkened, and he spoke with a touch of scorn. "Certainly, I have been mistaken in my assumption," said the blood-robed elder, clearing his throat and slightly embarrassed. "Let us not dwell on other matters. Now, I am particularly interested in the Zhixin Great Spirit you mentioned. Do either of you have anything further to add?" Master Du said calmly. "Hah, actually, it's not much—just a small celestial spiritual creature that wandered into the mountain range. Even if we don't speak of it, I'm certain you'll soon hear of this matter yourself," said Master Tiechi, smiling lightly as though speaking casually. "Oh, I never thought a celestial and terrestrial spiritual entity could simultaneously capture the interest of both Iron Brother and Blood-Arm Brother to such an extent—each one sending their incarnations and bloodlines into fierce competition. They claim it's no matter, yet do they truly believe I won't uncover the truth behind this? Attend!" The Many-Eyed Demon's expression darkened, and with a sudden sharp command, he snapped his hands twice, "Crack!" A figure stepped into the hall from outside—slender in build, clad in green armor. He moved swiftly to stand before the silver-robed elder, bowed respectfully, and said, "Reporting to the Master. What is the Master's command?" "Immediately investigate the origin of a spiritual entity named Zhi Xian, and determine where it is currently located," the Many-Eyed Demon ordered coldly. "Understood, Master," the green-armor man replied without hesitation. Then, a flash of black light rippled across his form, and he surged forward as a streak of dark light, vanishing through the main gate. The Iron-Winged Mage and the Blood-Arm Mage remained silent and smiled, respectively, as if indifferent to the actions of the Multi-Eyed Mage. The silver-robed elder turned back, observing their expressions, and his countenance grew even more gloomy. With a soft sigh, he continued: "Well. That's all regarding Zhixin for now. Let us turn to the matter at hand. Recently, I received word that the interface channel—once sealed once again by us—seems to have developed some anomalies. It appears the Celestial Realm is far from giving up and has taken renewed action." "The interface channel? Wasn't it shattered by the Celestial Patriarch's single sword blow? How could they dare to act again?" The blood-robed mage's face slightly tightened, showing clear surprise. "Are you then, Brother Blood-Arm, unconvinced by my words?" the Multi-Eyed Mage glanced at him with a sideways glance. "How could I doubt the importance of the interface channel, especially when it's been so firmly established?" the blood-robed mage chuckled lightly, responding. "If there were other senior saints on the other side of the realm, each wielding the Heavenly Tian treasure, it would certainly not be impossible to reopen the channel," the Iron-Winged Demon thoughtfully stroked his chin. "Impossible. Back then, the Senior Saint was in an absolute crisis—surrounded by our pursuing forces, with no hope of escape—and only broke through the interface at the cost of destroying the Heavenly Tian treasure and severely compromising his own cultivation. How could any other senior saint, even if they possessed such treasures, willingly make such a sacrifice without cause?" The Blood-Cloak Demon firmly denied. "This may not be certain. Should there indeed be two or more senior saints on the other side, each taking turns to strike at the channel with the Heavenly Tian treasure, it might truly be possible to open the interface without any damage at all," the Multi-Eyed Demon said, his gaze flickering before settling into a serious tone. Upon hearing this, both the Blood-Arm and Iron-Winged Demons were first startled, then grew increasingly grave. "Well, the channel's current anomaly is still quite mild. Even if it can be opened, it will likely be a matter of years down the line." Either we fight or we flee—let the Holy Ancestor decide. She might awaken at any moment." Iron-Winged Mage exhaled, then chuckled. "Indeed. With our powers, we simply cannot halt the shifting of the interface channels. Yet perhaps the Holy Ancestor can." Blood-Draped Mage brightened, spirits lifted. Multi-Eyed Mage listened attentively, nodded gently, stroking his beard, as if about to say more. At this sight, all three demons maintained steady gazes on the stone gate, neither blinking nor showing the slightest sign of urgency. The massive gate remained utterly silent, displaying no unusual movements or changes. It wasn't until half an hour had passed that the gate suddenly emitted a soft "creak," and then opened on its own. The three demons instantly brightened. "Ah, all three of you are here! Truly, it's a credit to your diligence. Come in," a woman's voice suddenly emerged from behind the gate, melodious and delicate, carrying an unmatched softness that instantly stirred curiosity in the listeners, prompting them to eager to see the true face of the host. Behind the partially opened gate, shimmering patches of pink light flickered irregularly, creating an eerie atmosphere. "Congratulations, Lord Saint, on your awakening," said the multi-eyed demon, representing the other two, bowing deeply and with great courtesy. Then, despite their excitement, the three demons composed themselves and walked side by side toward the gate. But as soon as they stepped through the stone gate, they were struck by a flash of soft pink light, and found themselves instantly transported into a completely unfamiliar realm. The sky was clear and deep blue, the ground lush and green, stretching endlessly into the distance—this world seemed boundless. Far beyond the grassy plain, there stood a colossal flowering tree, about a hundred zhang tall. The tree was pale purple throughout, with a profusion of unknown pink spiritual blossoms blooming on its branches—resembling giant lotuses, each one as large as a bowl. Beneath this magnificent tree, a graceful, ethereal figure in white stood still, seemingly not of this mortal world. Though the tree appeared distant and the woman was facing away from the three, her elegant silhouette alone was enough to make half the men in the world fall wildly in love with her. Upon seeing this woman, the three demons bowed respectfully from a distance. "Since we have arrived, let us approach and speak." The lady smiled softly, lifting one of her jade arms gracefully and plucking a massive, rose-colored bloom that had been nearly touching her head. She then tossed it casually backward. With a soft "pffft," the bloom spun once and burst with a deep, resonant crack, scattering a cascade of rosy light. The three immortals found themselves momentarily dazzled as the pink glow flickered and the surrounding landscape blurred. In the next instant, they found themselves suddenly standing just ten zhang away from the great flowering tree. Startled, they were both astonished and delighted, and hurriedly bowed again in deep reverence. "Rise," the lady said, without turning around, her voice warm and soothing, deeply endearing. "You've accompanied me for so many years—by now, you should know that I don't particularly enjoy formalities." "Thank you, Holy Ancestor," the three immortals replied, their voices filled with gratitude and joy. "Congratulations, Ancestor, on your restored powers!" They could not afford to be negligent, and only after another deep bow did they rise. "My powers have returned only to a fraction of what they once were—still, I find myself no more than half of my former strength. The remaining cultivation cannot be restored merely through sleep and stillness; it requires the aid of external forces." The woman sighed lightly, her expression somewhat resigned. "External forces?" Hearing this, the silver-robed elder and others exchanged puzzled glances. "Indeed—not ordinary ones. Yet this spiritual realm is no less than our own sacred realm, so I believe we should be able to find something suitable." The white-robed woman murmured, lifting her gaze toward the great tree bearing the myriad blossoms, her expression also showing a touch of uncertainty. "Master, please state your request. Regardless of what it may be, if the spiritual realm truly possesses it, I will personally ensure that we find it." The iron-winged demon suddenly bowed both hands, his tone resolute and confident. The other two demons likewise expressed their unwavering loyalty. "Ah, I appreciate your sincerity. But here, we are not in our own sacred realm." Even though you have already attained the status of holy beings, lower-level spiritual realm beings may not be able to discern your true identities. However, should you encounter someone of comparable power, there's no guarantee you won't reveal yourselves. In that case, even your own safety would be at stake—how could you then assist me in searching for what I need? Only then would I personally venture out. After a brief pause, the woman made her decision and spoke. "Would the noble have to go personally?" "Absolutely not! The Saint Ancestor's cultivation has not yet fully recovered; what if he encounters someone of the same rank?" "The noble must carefully consider this." ... Upon hearing the woman's words, the three demons were instantly alarmed, urgently urging her with repeated pleas. They all appeared deeply loyal and devoted to her. "Rest assured. The chances of encountering someone of my rank within the spiritual realm are extremely slim. Once one reaches our level of cultivation, they typically retreat to their abodes to focus solely on refining their practices, carefully preparing for various heavenly calamities. They rarely venture out. Moreover, even if I possess only half my power, I might not be able to overcome an opponent of the same stage, but I would still have no trouble escaping. As beings who are always at risk of making the final breakthrough, how could we be so easily eliminated?" the woman in white said calmly.