The elder monk in golden robes immediately smiled upon seeing these war vessels and instantly transmitted his voice from a distance: "Are you, Master Han Li?" Though his voice was not particularly loud, it resonated powerfully across the skies of several massive war vessels, creating a thunderous effect. "It's truly an honor that Master Jin Yue has personally come out to welcome us. I must say, it seems the letter we received some days ago has reached you." As the leading war vessel's front shimmered with a flash of green light, a figure in green stepped forward, facing the wind and clearly speaking to the assembled listeners. The voice reached the city walls with exceptional clarity, as if spoken directly into each person's ear. This figure was none other than Han Li. The high-level cultivators present were deeply impressed, sensing a genuine sense of prestige. "Ha ha! Since Master Han is willing to lend us the strength of his support, even if I had to welcome you from a thousand miles away, it would be entirely deserved," said Master Jin Yue, chuckling heartily. Hán Lì heard this, smiled slightly, and said nothing further. In an instant, several massive vessels hovered above the city walls, and as Hán Lì moved, he drifted gracefully down. "Long time no see—your grace has truly remained unchanged," Hán Lì glanced at the group, his eyes finally settling on the old monk, and bowed slightly. "As for my own age, I hardly claim any grace at all. Rather, it is your advancement to the mid-stage realm in just a few centuries that leaves us older members truly humbled. When I was your age, I had only just reached the stage of Immortality Refinement." Master Jīn Yuè, having confirmed Hán Lì's current state through his spiritual awareness, felt astonished and chuckled softly in reply. "Why should you be so modest? If I'm not mistaken, the brilliance in your eyes is fully charged—clearly a sign of mastery in a great spiritual technique," Hán Lì replied, smiling lightly, with a touch of amusement. "Your insight is truly brilliant. Lately, I have indeed cultivated a certain divine ability, though it pales in comparison to yours. Then, Brother Han, let us proceed to the Elder's Hall for a more detailed discussion. As for your disciples and apprentices, I shall personally arrange everything to ensure their comfort." The elder bowed slightly, humbly, then stepped aside to speak. "Then, thank you, Master, for the escort." Brother Han did not hesitate at all, simply nodding with graciousness. A white-robed elder with silvery hair yet a youthful face, a robust man dressed in dark leather robes, and a woman wearing a silver mask with her dark, flowing hair cascading down her shoulders. Among the three, the white-robed elder clearly stood the highest in cultivation, having reached the mid-stage of Consolidation, seemingly only one step away from attaining the late stage. The man in leather robes and the woman with the silver mask were both at the initial stage of Consolidation, though their inner essences felt unusual, suggesting each had developed unique and peculiar cultivation techniques. At this moment, Han Li sat on a chair, though he engaged in conversation with others, his gaze constantly shifting to the woman with the silver mask, her expression subtly odd and somewhat puzzled. "Have you seen the Lady of Radiant Light before, Han brother?" the white-robed elder asked, smiling at the scene. "Indeed, I too have questions," the masked woman replied, slightly annoyed that Han Li had been scrutinizing her since she entered. "Could you perhaps shed some light on this?" "Master Han has never seen a celestial maiden before, but the aura of the Silver Light Daoist bears a remarkable resemblance to one of my old acquaintances from the past. Could you tell me which clan of the feline race the celestial maiden hails from?" After a few flickers of his gaze and a thoughtful pause, Master Han asked several more questions. "The aura is indeed similar—it seems your old acquaintance is also of the Silver Wolf clan. The Silver Light Daoist is one of the two senior cultivators of the Silver Wolf clan!" The black-robed gentleman responded with a moment of clarity, stepping in first. "Ah, that makes sense. Brother Yan's words are accurate—I am indeed from the Silver Wolf clan. Might I ask, which of your old acquaintances is this, and perhaps I might recognize her?" Upon hearing this, the Silver Light Maiden's expression softened, and she asked curiously. "Since you are truly from the Silver Wolf clan, I have indeed intended to inquire about your acquaintance. Do you know of a noble named Linglong? I wonder if she is still well." Master Han's expression brightened, and he genuinely opened up, mentioning the matter of the Silver Moon. With his current cultivation level, he naturally no longer feared the Tiankui Wolf King at all, and his questions were remarkably open and straightforward. Since his attainment of the Consolidated Stage, he had specifically inquired about the Silver Moon. However, the Silver Wolf Clan maintained an exceptionally secluded presence, and its members rarely interacted with outsiders. As a result, those he asked either had no knowledge of the matter or could only offer fragmented information—insufficient to gain any clear insight into the Silver Moon's current situation. Now that he had encountered a Consolidated Stage member of the Silver Wolf Clan, Han Li naturally could not miss the opportunity to question him further. "Linlong? Is your acquaintance Linlong, the younger sister? Ah, I heard that Master Han is a cultivator who has achieved transcendence. Might I ask—could it be that you are…?" Upon hearing Han Li's words, the Silver Light Immortal was instantly startled. Yet, as she had just begun to speak, she suddenly paused, as if remembering some unspoken hesitation, and her gaze upon Han Li grew strangely puzzled. It seems that the Silver Light Immortal truly knows Linlong. Hearing this, Han Li was pleased inside, yet maintained composure on the surface, saying, "Linglong, my dear sister, grew up with me since childhood—how could I not recognize her? Though I know some details about Linglong, I cannot share much with Fr. Han. I can only inform you that Linglong is in good health and has now reached the late Lingxu stage." The Silver Light Immortal sighed lightly. "There's nothing that cannot be spoken openly in this world. Then, perhaps this place isn't the right setting for such a conversation. In a few days, I will visit you personally and speak in greater detail about Linglong." A flash of cold light passed through Han Li's eyes. After a brief pause, he softly transmitted his words. Upon hearing this, the Silver Light Immortal's face briefly showed hesitation, but ultimately nodded slowly. The white-robed elder, seeing Han Li and the silver-clad immortals in this state, felt somewhat curious, yet none of these seasoned strategists mentioned the matter again. On the contrary, they shifted the conversation to focus on the current magical calamity, expressing warm appreciation for Han Li's timely assistance. Han Li had already informed these Tianyuan City elders—upon his arrival—of the ten-thousand-li scroll, which stipulated that in return for their protection during the first few years of the magical calamity, the city's defenses against the demonic forces would be strengthened, allowing his disciples to receive shelter. Since the most intense assaults from the demonic forces occurred precisely in the initial waves of the calamity, the elders naturally welcomed the arrangement and promptly agreed without hesitation. Thus, the two exchanged pleasant conversations, discussed several strategies for coping with the calamity, and eventually rose to bid farewell. Watching the figure of Han Li fade into the distance at the door, the expression behind the silver-veiled maiden's mask shifted constantly between clouded and stormy. Two days later, Han Li arrived alone at the maiden's abode, entering and remaining for nearly half a day before finally exiting with a stern expression. He paused at the entrance, gazing steadily at the sky of profound azure for a long while, before a sudden cold laugh escaped him as his light streaked forth, transforming into a streak of emerald light and vanishing into the distance. Han Li's residence was a standalone white tower within the celestial city of Tianyuan. Though relatively smaller than other towering structures—only one-tenth the size—it was ample enough to accommodate his retinue. Han Li himself had temporarily settled on the very topmost level of the tower. Yet this did not signify his intention to remain there permanently. Just a few weeks later, he summoned three of his disciples, assigned them several tasks, and then departed, his form once again becoming a streak of emerald light. Before the great magical calamity erupted, there remained one final matter he needed to attend to. Thus, he made no stops at all, arriving directly at the teleportation array of Tianyuan City. After giving a few commands, he was instantly transported to a vast city located thousands of miles away by the guards in charge of the teleportation. Han Li paid no attention to the respectful and astonished glances of the watchful cultivators stationed at the array, instead taking off with the light trail and flying steadily in one direction without pause. About two months later, Han Li suddenly appeared in a majestic mountain range, exuding an atmosphere of solemnity and intensity. This mountain range stretched for a distance of tens of thousands of miles, with approximately a dozen cities scattered throughout, forming a massive ring interconnected by numerous fortresses arranged closely and densely. Beyond these fortresses, a network of bright or dimly glowing arrays spread across the mountains, transforming the entire range into a colossal fortress. Throughout the mountains, squads of guards in various armor colors patrolled continuously, ranging from as few as a dozen to as many as a hundred. Yet with Han Li's astonishing cultivation, he effortlessly reached the deepest part of the mountain range and halted before the largest city among several dozen. From a low altitude, he gazed afar at the prominent character "Long" on the great banner atop the city walls. Han Li had already gathered some information about these cities during his time in Tianyuan City. This was precisely the stronghold network established by the Long family in collaboration with over a dozen other noble houses, jointly forming a collective resistance against the demonic race. Though these noble houses varied in size and some were not genuine elixir families, their influence was substantial—otherwise, they would not have the confidence to assert themselves and stand firm against this current wave of demonic calamity. Of course, their greatest confidence stemmed from the presence of the Long family's elder patriarch, a figure nearly on par with the highest combat power among the human race. Yet when they learned that this very pillar of their strength would leave the region at the very beginning of the demonic crisis, eager to enter the demonic realm, they would surely be left with a look of astonishment. After a moment of slightly sarcastic thought, Han Li suddenly flipped his hand once, and a golden-yellow scroll appeared in his hand. It shimmered briefly, then transformed into a beam of golden light that shot forth and vanished almost instantly. Then, with a flash of light, he landed on a nearby small hill, settled upon a stone, and calmly closed his eyes.