High above an unnamed grand gully within a mountain range, a seemingly ordinary cloud drifts. Within the cloud, two furry members of the Rong clan are quietly concealed, engaged in low conversation. "Xuan brother, the members of the Boulié clan have been gone for over a day now. Why haven't they returned yet? Is something wrong?" One Rong clan member, who has a patch of greenish spot on his forehead, expresses his growing concern to his companion. "Something wrong? What could possibly go wrong! Both of the fleeing Tianyun people have suffered significant injuries, and the Boulié clan sent four pursuers—there's no reason to worry. Most likely, the two Tianyun individuals have employed some secret technique to awaken or enhance their latent potential, which explains the delay." The other Rong clan member, dressed in a crimson battle armor, responds calmly. "Indeed, those two Tianyun people are quite skilled in unusual evasive techniques. Otherwise, they wouldn't have managed to escape on that day." The Rong clan member who spoke first seemed convinced and nodded in agreement. "However, the final section of the golden seal script within the sacred cave requires multiple Broad-Harmony Tablets to lift the restriction. That's truly unexpected. In that case, we'll have to wait for the other clan members to arrive. We're not sure whether just two Broad-Harmony Tablets will be sufficient—perhaps we'll need three, even four. If that's the case, we might end up with only a fragmented version of the technique." The Rong clan member in armor sighed. "The restriction on the final section of the golden seal script is notably different from the earlier parts—clearly the most crucial. Should this final incantation be missing, even if the celestial technique is otherwise flawless, it would likely be difficult to master. Unfortunately, none of us are familiar with the golden seal script, a true celestial script of the immortal realm. Otherwise, we could have studied the earlier sections first and gained a better sense of the whole." The Qing-zhi Rong clan member also looked somewhat frustrated. "Since this is a technique recorded in the Golden Seal Script, how could we possibly abandon it so easily? The issue is that the nearest group of people to us still has a five- or six-day journey. If we truly need more Guanghan Commands, we might have to wait here for several months. In that case, our original plans for meditation and advancement would likely be completely disrupted." The warrior from the Rong clan, dressed in armor, grew slightly more somber. "Indeed, this is quite troublesome. But if this Golden Seal Script technique proves truly valuable, it might strengthen our entire clan significantly. Compared to that, everything else seems rather insignificant." The young Rong clan member furrowed his brow and spoke slowly. "True, though. The Guanghan Realm is our golden opportunity to reach the Saint Realm. I certainly don't want to miss this chance." The armored warrior expressed some frustration. "Right now, talking about anything else is pointless. We can only hope that the other groups receive our message promptly and deliver the Guanghan Commands as soon as possible." It's quite incredible to think about. All along, we've always considered this decree to be the key that unlocks the Qinghuan realm. Who could have imagined that this very decree would also prove useful in overcoming certain restrictions within the realm? We must surely report this to our elders and pay closer attention to such matters during future openings of the Qinghuan realm... Thus, these two members of the Rong clan are chatting quietly, taking turns speaking, hidden within the white clouds. Yet, if one listens outside the clouds, no sound at all is heard. The very white clouds they are concealed within appear to be formed from some mysterious seal—indeed, these two are clearly sentinels assigned by the Rong clan for watch and alertness. Unaware of this, while they are speaking, a faint silhouette, imperceptible even to the most subtle divine awareness, hovers hundreds of zhang above the clouds, observing them freely and thoroughly. The white-cloud seal seems entirely unable to block this figure's sight. This very figure is Han Li, who finally arrived at this location after a half-day's journey. Although the White Cloud seal was quite subtle, Han Li, relying on his spiritual vision, had detected the presence of these two foreign beings earlier. Immediately, he activated the Taiyi Huaqing Seal from a distance, making his form ethereal before gradually flying to this location. With his vastly superior spiritual awareness, surpassing that of the two beneath him, he naturally heard every word of their conversation. Upon learning that the Rhomans had not succeeded in their endeavors, he breathed a deep sigh of relief. However, when he heard that the seal within the hidden chamber required the Guanghan Command to be broken, his expression slightly changed. Yet, Han Li quickly recalled something and regained his composure. A flash of cold light passed through his eyes as he gazed deeply at the figures below. Then, with a subtle movement, he began to drift downward toward the valley. The two Rhomans, so close yet unaware of his presence, would easily be able to eliminate him should they choose to act. Yet, considering that both might possess their own essential artifacts, if they were to be eliminated, it would surely alert the other Rong族 members within the secret cavern. Thus, that thought was abandoned. After all, his journey wasn't primarily aimed at killing anyone. Prior to encountering the Golden Seal Scripture, he had made no effort to disturb the Rong族 at all. While mentally pondering this, he drifted gently deeper into the gully, reaching several dozen zhang in depth, his eyes flashing blue as he scanned the sides of the gully. His expression shifted, and his gaze settled firmly upon a particular section of stone wall. The wall was pale yellow, with several stone patterns etched across its surface, appearing quite ordinary at first glance. Yet, from a certain peculiar angle, these patterns formed a constellation of the Big Dipper. A faint smile flickered across his face, and without hesitation, he accelerated his movement, charging straight toward the stone wall. "Pffft!" The wall emitted a soft glow, yet his body encountered no resistance, seamlessly penetrating into it. At that moment, Han Li found himself suddenly transported into a remarkably wide corridor. Along the walls of the corridor, large crystal stones—each the size of a clenched fist—glowed with a soft white light. Ahead, some fifty paces away, stood a massive, half-open door of dark green wood, towering twenty paces high. Its surface was uneven and pitted, with one corner missing entirely, as though it had been forcibly opened by sheer strength. Han Li gazed at the door, his eyes narrowing slightly. Along the edges of the great door, golden light shimmered, bearing faint golden characters—though most of them were partially faded. He instantly recognized them as the Jin Zhuan Lingwen. On either side of the door, two figures of the Rong people, dressed in long robes and seated cross-legged with their eyes closed, stood in quiet stillness. Though both were covered in fine fur, one was as white as snow, the other as black as ink—such a contrast appeared most unusual. The Rong clan members had been so cautious, even arranging personnel here. Han Li glanced at the gap of three or four zhang wide between the black and white Rong clan figures, and his brows furrowed again. Though he had great confidence in the Taiyi Huaqing Fu and had made significant progress in his cultivation—his ability to manifest the ethereal state was now far beyond what it had been at the early stage of the Xuanxi level—there was still a certain risk in passing straight through between two of them, especially if they were closely positioned. Without a ten-out-of-ten assurance of not disturbing these two beings of his own stage, he would have to take a chance. Yet he did not hesitate for long. After taking a deep breath, he resolved himself and moved silently toward the large green gate. Once he had arrived here, he could not possibly turn back. If he had to, he would simply engage and defeat these two figures, then press on through. Though this was far from an ideal strategy, it was the only course of action available under the circumstances. Although there were many Rong clan members present, he did not truly fear them if they merely engaged in skirmishes. His only concern was that, should the Rong clan people grow desperate and jump to action, they might destroy or expel the golden seal script deep within the cave. In that case, his losses would be irreparable. After all, such a celestial secret technique—though only a few golden seal characters might be missing—could render the cultivation of the Spirit Refinement Art impossible. Of course, such an outcome was still rather unlikely. If he acted swiftly enough, even resorting to his Xuan Tian Residual Blade and the Gold-Eating Insects, he could very well eliminate the Rong clan members before they had a chance to react. Only after having instantly weighed and balanced all the advantages and disadvantages in his mind did韩立 decide to fly directly toward the two Rong clan elders, Black and White. Thirty zhang, twenty zhang, ten zhang… in the span of a moment, his ethereal form reached the center among the two Rong clan figures. At that very instant, the dark-clad Rong clan elder suddenly blinked, his eyes instantly opening wide with brilliant luminescence radiating forth. Han Li was startled, yet his body instantly halted, remaining perfectly still. "What is it? Have you noticed something?" The white-haired warrior from the Rong clan, seated across from him, opened his eyes in response to his companion's movement, scanned the surroundings, and then asked with a touch of curiosity. The black-haired Rong clan member said nothing, instead extending his awareness outward, sweeping it swiftly across Han Li's ethereal form and then scanning the entire passage before drawing it back. "There's nothing special. My mind suddenly felt a bit off just now—probably just a mere illusion. By the way, lately whenever I enter a meditative state, I've been feeling uneasy. I'm not sure why, though." The black-haired Rong clan member spoke slowly. "Ah, that makes sense. In fact, it's not unusual at all. Since I've entered the Guanghan Realm, I've experienced the same thing. Likely, we've both been under constant tension these days, which explains this anomaly." The snow-white Rong clan member smiled and said so. "Perhaps that is indeed the case," the dark-race warrior mused, his brow slightly furrowed. But at the very next moment, he suddenly shook his sleeve, and a cascade of silver threads shot forth, densely shimmering with silver glimmers, completely enveloping the path ahead. Han Li witnessed this, his pupils instantly contracting, yet remained motionless, allowing the silver threads to strike his form without resistance. An eerie scene unfolded! After a series of crisp "crack" sounds, the silver threads flashed and pierced through the ethereal body of Han Li, falling to the ground and revealing their true forms. Shimmering with a cold gleam, they sank into the ground to a considerable depth—each one a slender, several-inch-long silver needle made of cow's hair. The two warriors from the Rong race stared at the now empty path, their eyes gleaming, yet expression unchanged.