Above an endless expanse of deep yellow desert, an ancient bronze war chariot drawn by two silver giant eagles glides. At the center of the chariot, Han Li sits in meditation, his closed eyes radiating a faint, ever-shifting golden glow. Suddenly, his face contorts and he raises his arm, sweeping forward with a gesture toward the empty space before him. Instantly, ripples surge beneath the chariot, and a long, jade-green sword aura—stretching over fifteen zhang—materializes from the void, slashing powerfully downward. As it vanishes in a fleeting shimmer, the sword aura seems to dissolve into the yellow sand. A thunderous roar erupts from beneath the sand, and a cascade of sand erupts like a waterfall, surging upward in a sudden burst. From the hazy sand, a colossal ancient beast—resembling a giant silkworm, over a hundred zhang in length—emerges. Yet, before it can even shake its massive form in the air, it suddenly fractures into several segments, plummeting downward, while simultaneously spewing out countless streams of green blood. The chariot never paused in the sky, swiftly gliding past in a few flashes before continuing its surge toward the distant horizon. Han Li, seated within the chariot, remained closed-eyed throughout, having simply let his arms rest and silently continuing his cultivation. ...Deep within an unnamed sea, in a secluded chamber of a vast palace, a colossal blood cocoon—spanning seven to eight tens of zhang in diameter—hovered weightlessly in midair. Countless blood filaments sprouted from the cocoon, densely filling every corner of the chamber, leaving not a single point of empty space. The cocoon itself was translucent, almost semi-transparent, and through the dense network of filaments, one could faintly see a dark shape within, swelling and contracting in an irregular manner. Closer still, one could hear intermittent deep thuds—like the slow, steady pulse of a powerful heart beating at a measured rhythm. ...High above an unnamed vast gully on the Fengyuan Continent, a graceful white-clad woman and a plain, dark-robed man hovered silently, surrounded on all sides by tens of thousands of foreign beings. These foreigners were stout, with greenish skin, long necks, and massive, sharp forelimbs that resembled towering, upright mantises. However, below the gully, countless bodies of these foreigners lay piled up in dense layers, their green limbs stretching across the ground, creating a scene of stark and overwhelming horror. Though the dark-robed man bore no blood on his person, he radiated an intense aura of menace; black scales, each the size of a copper coin, covered both sides of his cheeks. The arms revealed at his sleeves were dark and unnaturally black, and his palms had transformed completely into ten sharp, short blades, giving him a fearsome, godlike appearance. In contrast, the white-clad woman floated effortlessly, a magnificent pink giant flower blossoming magically beneath her feet, her expression calm and composed. Though only two people were present, the thousands of surrounding ethnic figures were simultaneously stunned and enraged,纷纷 retreating with evident fear. However, during the fierce battle just now, they and the leading clan elder were overwhelmed by the young white-clad maiden's powerful aura, rendered completely immobile, and could only watch in helpless dismay as the black-robed man launched a sweeping massacre against their other clan members. Despite their clan's desperate resistance, over a thousand of their people were slaughtered within a short span. The sheer strength and ruthless efficiency of the opponent left them not only furious but also profoundly chilled, realizing that their clan had truly faced a great calamity—one that could easily result in their complete annihilation. With the presence of a cultivator at the Great Transcendence level or above, the white-clad woman calmly declared, "As for this matter, I shall not entertain any compromise. Either you surrender the Sacred Bloom, or your entire clan is formally removed from the Spiritual Realm—there is no alternative." Her tone was calm and composed, yet the substance of her words was cold and unyielding. "Your Majesty, with such a great Mahayana lineage, to humiliate us—already a humble, reclusive clan that has long withdrawn from the world—and to seize our treasures through force, is this not most excessive!" The senior elder of the Green-Limbed Clan hesitated for a while, yet still persisted with his protest. "Needless to say, I won't waste words trying to provoke you. The Sacred Flower of your clan may indeed prove invaluable to me. I shall certainly have it. Do not harbor any illusions. Should I call upon you ten times without receiving the Sacred Flower, then I shall personally intervene." The white-robed woman smiled gently, yet her words fell with the weight of a deepening gravity, causing every member of the foreign clans to feel a sudden sense of unease. "One... Two..." The young woman actually calmly began counting aloud. Though her voice was melodious, it sounded like the tolling of a bell that could summon the spirits—each word causing the foreign listeners to grow pale and agitated. "Senior, please stop counting—I willingly offer the Sacred Crystal Flower!" The senior elder of the Green-Limbed Clan, his face now pale and drained, finally surrendered with a weak voice. "This is the wise course of action! As long as the Sacred Bloom is surrendered, I shall have no further interest in the noble house." The white-robed woman lifted her arm, gently brushing a lock of hair from her forehead, and smiled lightly. Thus, the rest unfolded with remarkable simplicity. Under the instructions of the clan's senior elder, a member of the foreign race immediately returned to the Green-Limbed clan's sacred precincts. Half an hour later, when this foreigner, face flushed with indignation, delivered a jade-green wooden chest to the white-robed woman, she did not open it. With a mere glance of her consciousness, her expression grew grave. The black-robed man, observing this, frowned slightly, his features hardening with renewed sternness. This caused the assembled foreign elders at the other end to feel a sudden jolt, nearly convinced that the woman intended to back out. Fortunately, at that very moment, the white-robed woman simply said a calm "Go" to the black-robed man, and as her footstep caused a massive pink blossom to shift, she instantly transformed into a radiant red glow and broke through the air toward the distance. The black-robed man roared loudly, instantly turning into a swirling mass of black mist and following closely behind the white-robed woman. In a short while, both of them vanished completely from the eyes of the various foreign tribes. The green-limbed people only breathed a long, relieved sigh upon seeing this. Though they had lost the Sacred Bloom—their most precious treasure—making their already fragile people even more struggling in the future, they had fortunately escaped the looming catastrophe of total extinction. Under the command of the senior elder, the green-limbed people immediately took flight downward into the deep gully, beginning to gather the remains of their kin. Meanwhile, the white-robed woman and the black-robed man had already reached high above, thousands of miles away. "Grand Ancestor," the white-robed woman said, "wasn't the Sacred Bloom precisely the thing you've been seeking all along?" After flying for some time, the man in black robes couldn't help but ask the woman in white. "No, it's not that. It's merely a kind of spiritual flower resembling what I was seeking. Though rare and celestial in this realm, it holds little value for me." The woman in white replied calmly. "Then, it seems we've been fruitless all along." Hearing this, the man in black robes expressed his disappointment clearly. "How could one simply rush and find that thing? We've already searched through several major clans in the surrounding areas. Let's now proceed to the next adjacent region. Though Fengyuan Continent isn't much larger than Leiming Continent, it boasts several times the number of species. To go through them all will require more careful attention." The woman in white remained utterly undisturbed. "Yes, sir." Though the man in black robes sighed inwardly, he bowed with due respect and silently accepted, no longer asking any further questions. ...Eighty years later, on a vast expanse of azure sea, a group of Feilin immortals were furiously flapping their wings, desperately rushing forward. These individuals were both male and female, yet all were quite young—those with the highest cultivation levels barely reached the Yuan Ying stage, most of them being only at the Jiedan level. Nevertheless, regardless of their cultivation levels, as the group exerted every ounce of strength to fly ahead, they frequently glanced back over their shoulders, each displaying clear signs of alarm. After flying for half a day, the Feilings finally began to slow down due to dwindling spiritual energy, their flight speeds gradually diminishing. As the silver thread behind them unwound, the distance between the two groups was swiftly reduced. Now, with the naked eye, the true nature of the silver thread could be clearly observed—it revealed itself as an endless sea of hurricanes, surging toward them at an astonishing pace. This vast wind sea not only stretched endlessly but also pierced all the way to the horizon, within which countless electric arcs and ice pellets shimmered and crashed continuously, producing a thunderous roar of immense power. With the hurricane sea now only a hundred li away from the leading Feilings, and mere moments away from catching up, the group of Feilings grew increasingly despondent. This trial voyage had brought them face to face with the most renowned natural disaster in the region—the famed "Silver Tide." They now seemed destined for disaster, and it was certain that many would not survive. Nevertheless, even thus, the flying spirit beings by no means contented themselves to remain passive. Immediately, upon the roar of one of the Yuan'ing-level flying spirit beings, the group halted their flight, braced themselves, and swiftly formed an unusual array. One by one, they drew out towering banners several zhang in height from their storage bracelets and waved them vigorously!