At once, waves of light rolled out from these array flags, spiraling around and eventually forming a massive, spherical light shield that completely enveloped the group of young flying spirits. Yet, despite being within this spherical protective barrier, each of the young flying spirits gazed back at the roaring wind and sea, their faces pale with fear. Before the renowned "Silver Tide," even their well-developed defensive array could only hold for a short while. This had been repeatedly proven countless times by countless others who had perished in this celestial disaster during their sea voyages. Once engulfed by the Silver Tide, those at the stage of Spiritual Transformation would surely meet their end—those at the Spiritual Transformation level themselves could barely maintain their composure, and their survival would ultimately depend on divine fortune. To rescue so many of them would require a being at the late stage of the Transcendent Realm or at the Consolidated Body stage. And how could they, having ventured so deeply into the sea, have so coincidentally encountered other senior elders of their clan passing by? Two Yuan-Center late-stage flying immortals, a man and a woman leading the group, hurriedly exchanged words, yet their faces were pale with anxiety, clearly still at a loss. As the hurricane approached within twenty or thirty li, poised to engulf them in mere moments, one of the flying immortals suddenly gasped in excitement: "Look! There seems to be someone in that silver tide!" Upon hearing this, the others were startled and quickly turned toward the direction the flying immortal indicated. There, amidst the rolling silver waves, a steady patch of jade-green light flickered continuously—indeed, as if someone were guiding a flowing light. However, due to the turbulent celestial and elemental energies within the silver tide, the flying immortals could not clearly discern the identity of the figure through their spiritual senses. Yet the jade-green light remained steady and unwavering, steadily advancing from one end of the tide to the other, as though completely indifferent to the lightning and hail cascading through the wind and sea. This sight, in turn, made the entire group feel as though they had found their savior. At that very moment, the two Yuan-Stage flying spirit figures, a man and a woman, exchanged a look of astonishment, and almost simultaneously let out a long cry. One cry was strong and masculine, the other gentle and feminine; together, their voices harmonized, surpassing even the thunderous roar of the silver tide and cutting straight through the sky. The variation in pitch of their cries was not random—it was a specific signal used by the Flying Spirit clan to summon help. As long as the people in the silver tide were not deaf, they could not have failed to notice these individuals, who were now in imminent danger. Indeed, the previously surging green light streaks within the silver tide momentarily paused at the very instant the cries began. Anyone near the light could observe a figure within it turning his head toward the source of the cry, clearly surprised. "Are you people from the Flying Spirit clan? How did you end up here?" a stranger's voice suddenly echoed within the spherical light shield, resonating back and forth so clearly that every person present heard it distinctly. "We are disciples from the Wǔsè, Bái Yù, and Tiānpéng clans. This trip has been specifically for our trial—yet we never expected to encounter the Silver Tide, which comes once every thousand years. We humbly beg you, please extend your mercy and save our lives." The man at the Yuan Ying stage, overjoyed, immediately and enthusiastically replied without hesitation. Suddenly, thunderous roars and howling winds erupted dramatically outside the circular shield, causing it to tremble violently—seeming as though it might shatter at any moment. Seeing this, the flying spirit beings were naturally startled, and under the sharp commands of the two Yuan-Ence practitioners, their bodies flashed with vibrant hues of spiritual light. They clutched their array flags tightly, pouring their entire spiritual energy into them with desperate intensity. The shield, which had been on the verge of collapse, regained its solidity and thickness after a brief surge of light and flow. However, under such immense expenditure of spiritual power, the flying spirit beings clearly could not sustain this effort for long. Their very survival now depended on the distant figure who could step in and offer assistance. "Since there's a young member of the Tianpeng Clan here, I can't simply stand by and do nothing. I'll see you safely out of here!" Finally, the stranger's voice, once again, came through, softly yet clearly. The flying spirit beings naturally rejoiced, yet before they could even think of sending a message, they suddenly heard a thunderous roar from outside the dome overhead! A series of lightning arcs, thick as large bowls, flashed wildly and emerged one after another. As they slightly interwove, they coalesced into a thunder-electric array spanning over ten zhang in diameter. At the very center of this array, a man dressed in green robes, with luminous feathered wings sprouting from his back, materialized suddenly. With a cold gaze sweeping downward, he immediately raised his hand and chanted a single incantation. At once, his twin wings扇ed out, and a deep rumble of thunder erupted. A massive magical array composed of silver lightning arcs descended swiftly toward the ground. The protective dome, which had been struggling to hold, shattered instantly upon contact with the array—like sheets of paper torn by a gust—leaving only a trail of silver light. The flying spirit beings were stunned, their vision overwhelmed by a brilliant silver glow, and completely engulfed by the electric brilliance. They felt a dizzying sensation of spinning and turning, and in the midst of the roaring thunder, vanished entirely from the array At that very moment, in another sea far beyond ten thousand miles, where the silver tide had not yet reached, a thunderclap shattered the void, and a similar lightning array surged forth, cleaving through the space. A group of flying immortals who had just been trapped by the silver tide surged forth from the center of the lightning array, seemingly transported directly to this location. In mere moments, they escaped from a place where they had believed themselves doomed. Stunned, they gazed around in amazement, realizing they now stood safely, their excitement palpable, and could not help but burst into cheers. But I once had some ties with the Tianpeng Clan. Since there are members of the Tianpeng Clan among you, I cannot simply stand by and watch someone die. The young man in the green robe, seemingly only in his twenties, smiled gently and said this, revealing a bright set of white teeth. He was, in fact, the very one who had spent eighty years finally arriving near the Feilin Clan. Though his current abilities rivaled a late-stage Consolidation Period master, he had encountered no major perils along the way—though the various complications he faced were no less numerous. Especially to avoid several daunting hazards that even he found intimidating, he had devoted over a decade to reach this destination safely. "No matter what, we will never forget your life-saving grace, Elder. We would be deeply honored if you would kindly share your name. Upon our return, we will inform our clan elders of this matter and offer our heartfelt gratitude. "Although their cultivation levels are not high, these flying spirit people appear to be from prominent families within their clans. The other female from the Flying Spirit clan, who is at the Yuan Ying stage, has dual wings displaying five colors—clearly a member of the Wuxiang Clan—and bows respectfully to Han Li. 'Well, saving you all is merely a simple task for me. I don't expect any special thanks. However, I've been cultivating in this wild, remote world for a long time and am somewhat unfamiliar with the current status of the various clans. Could you please share with me what has happened in your clan over the past few centuries?' Han Li said calmly. 'Since the elder has questions, I will gladly share everything I know. Over the past few centuries, our Flying Spirit clan has indeed experienced many significant events. However, the most renowned of these is undoubtedly the sudden disappearance of several major yao kings from the Deep Earth Realm, which ultimately led to our clans uniting and successfully conquering the Deep Earth Realm.' The woman from the Wuxiang Clan thought for a moment and then replied honestly. 'The Deep Earth Realm has been conquered. That is indeed a major event. Please tell me in detail.' Han Li was startled inside, yet his expression remained unchanged as he spoke calmly. "Yes, senior. This story is quite long—it begins with the Saint's Trial hundreds of years ago..." The woman from the Wu Guang clan began to recount it slowly and steadily. Not long after, Han Li's surface glowed with a shade of green, transforming into a streak of green light and swiftly departing. After a few flashes, he vanished at the horizon. "Xuan sister, did you just convey so many matters to him without any issues?" The Yuan Ying-period man, now that Han Li had completely disappeared, suddenly furrowed his brows and asked. "What do you mean?" The woman from the Wu Guang clan was taken aback and asked in return. "Nothing really. This senior has never introduced himself to us, and his face appears so unfamiliar—perhaps he isn't from our clan at all." The Yuan Ying-period man hesitated before finally uttering these words, which surprised everyone present. "Impossible!" "This elder clearly possesses the divine wings as well and has appeared in this sea region—how could he possibly belong to any other clan than the Flying Spirit people?" Someone else immediately spoke up loudly. "Indeed, this elder claims a connection with the Heavenly Peng clan, and his ability to summon lightning with his wings—this is a unique ability possessed by the Heavenly Peng and several other clans, something outsiders could never genuinely claim. Moreover, if this were an outsider impersonating a member of another clan seeking to infiltrate our Flying Spirit clan, why would they have come to save us specifically? Or, upon leaving earlier, why not have eliminated us outright? Brother Mai truly seems to be overthinking it!" The woman from the Wu Guang clan smiled lightly and expressed her disbelief. "Perhaps I am indeed being overly cautious!" The man at the Yuan Ying stage of cultivation had his face shifting between expressions for a while before finally managing a weak, polite nod. "Brother Mai, please rest assured! Even if this person is indeed from a different clan, the matters I mentioned earlier are well-known throughout the entire clan—nothing particularly confidential. What we need to focus on right now is to leave this sea region immediately." "If the Silver Tide catches up with us again, we'll truly be in danger." The female member of the Wuguan people said, her expression now serious. "Indeed, this place remains perilous—we should leave quickly." "Xuan Sister is right. The person who saved us just now displayed a cultivation level far beyond our reach. Even if they were from a different race, we would simply not be able to match them. Our priority must be survival." Other members of the foreign tribes also spoke up, some even looking pale and nervously scanning the surroundings again.