"Even so, the distance between here and there isn't that great—Li Dao-you should have returned by now, right? Could it be that something went wrong on the way?" Blue Master touched the magical patterns on his cheeks and murmured thoughtfully. "Something went wrong? How could that be! With Lì's extraordinary abilities, unless someone of the human realm has achieved the combined body state, how could any other human cultivator dare to challenge him?" The bald high-level magian shook his head vigorously, several of the fine hairs at the corners of his mouth fluttering with each movement. "That's not certain. There are indeed several human realm treasures capable of challenging even a realm-level breakthrough, and several cultivators at the Lingxu late stage who master cooperative techniques can also be quite formidable." Blue Master smiled and said. "Now that the human settlements in this region are completely encircled by us, such a coincidence seems unlikely." The bald magian chuckled, giving off a dismissive air. And just as the words had finished, a low hum suddenly erupted from the mage, causing the two mages to be momentarily stunned. But immediately, the bald mage raised one hand, the dark glow shifting in his palm, and a pristine, white circular platform appeared in his grasp. With a gentle finger tip, he lightly touched the surface. My beloved grandson was recently slain by a human cultivator. I am now on my way to pursue the perpetrators. However, among those responsible, there may be some human cultivators who have reached the Consolidated Stage—my single self may not be enough to avenge his death. I therefore need both of you to come and lend me your assistance. Should the matter be resolved, I shall personally offer half of the harvest from this sacred ritual as my reward to you." The one-horned elder spoke with fierce glimmers in his eyes, his expression strained and resolute. "What? Is this truly the case? But how did Brother Li learn that the perpetrators are human cultivators of the Consolidated Stage?" The bald magian was startled, his mouth and whiskers briefly curling back in surprise. "Hmph. I myself have visited the scene where my grandson was killed. When both he and his subordinates were struck down, there was not even a hint of struggle—how could a typical Lingxu cultivator achieve such a feat? Moreover, although the assailants have already departed, the likelihood that they are human Consolidated Stage cultivators is very high," replied the one-horned elder, his lips twitching slightly. "If that's the case, then it truly seems possible. But, Brother Li, do you know the exact number of these human cultivators?" Master Lan asked seriously. "Yes, I've sensed them. There are only two traces of human cultivators remaining." The one-horned elder replied without hesitation. "Ah, then with us three, we should indeed have no concerns. The key issue, however, is that we ourselves carry significant responsibilities. Should any mishap occur during the pursuit, I fear the Holy Ancestor might hold us accountable." The bald magian hesitated. "Since a human cultivator of Consolidated Stage has already left their base and appeared here, it's clear they have some designs on our holy lineage. If we can eliminate one or two such cultivators and thwart their plans, the Holy Ancestor will surely reward us generously. How could he possibly blame us?" Moreover, with our three senior masters uniting, that human cultivator at the Consolidated Stage might be nothing more than a single individual. Even if he has reached the peak of Consolidated Stage, we can still stand a fair match against him—what risk could there possibly be? Then, how about this: as long as the two of you help me settle this score, I will divide the excellent rewards from this sacred ceremony equally between you, and also present you with my rare, long-cultivated Fusi Zhī—my precious offering as compensation. The one-headed elder gritted his teeth, raising the terms even further. "Ah, it seems Master Li truly wishes to pursue justice swiftly and has brought forth this treasure. Should that be the case, I am quite willing to step in once. Brother Lan, what do you think?" The bald magian's eyes sparkled with enthusiasm, clearly excited. "Master Lan, can you be certain that only two individuals are responsible?" The Blue Master's expression also showed some hesitation, yet he carefully repeated the question with due caution. "Hmph, is Master Lan perhaps uncertain about my capabilities? Should the number of perpetrators turn out to be incorrect, I shall certainly not insist upon your participation." "The solitary elder hummed, his face momentarily flushed with anger, before forcefully suppressing it. "Very well," he said, with a smile, "that's all I need. We'll immediately proceed to join up with our friend Force. But please, don't lose sight of those two human cultivators there." Blue Master smiled gently. "Those two human cultivators have slain the descendants of my lineage—unless they fly out beyond a hundred million li with a good fortune, they'll never escape my secret tracking technique, no matter how far they go." The solitary elder sneered, speaking with great confidence. Then, the array shimmered with a flash of white light, and the phantom image of Master Force instantly dissolved, cutting off the connection. "Hah," the bald magian chuckled, "I always thought Master Force was so slow—now I see why. After all, if my only descendant were to be wiped out, I'd certainly have to capture the murderer and torture them for a year or so before finally eliminating them." "Those of our standing, like myself, rarely have descendants—so we naturally place greater value on preserving our original lineage. If we have more heirs, it's a bit better. The case of Force Elder, with only one heir, is rather uncommon among us. That's precisely why he was so furious this time, willing to sacrifice so much." Blue Sovereign smiled gently as he spoke. "With just two human descendants, we should have no problem. Since we're already preparing to depart, let's go! As human fusion beings, if we succeed in defeating them, we might even secure some valuable treasures as well!" The bald magian's gaze, initially gleaming with greed, swiftly faded. "Of course. Having pledged our word to Force Elder, we will do our utmost. Let's go!" Blue Sovereign nodded and, with a simple arm motion, a series of crackling blue arcs surged and danced, transforming his arms into a pair of magnificent blue flesh wings. These wings were formidable—covered in dense rows of blue bone spines and adorned with countless swirling arcs, as if the Thunder God himself had descended from the heavens. This magical dual-wing merely unfolded into a single wing, shooting forth amidst the continuous thunder. A blue electric arc flashed briefly in the void before vanishing—when it reappeared, it had already traveled hundreds of zhangs away. Seeing this, the bearded mage chuckled lightly. With a flick of his sleeve, a burst of red light shot out, spiraling before enveloping his form in a dense crimson mist. The red glow then flashed once, and the crimson cloud surged forward, racing after the electric arc. One in front, one in pursuit, they swiftly vanished over a hundred li, eventually fading into the surrounding void without a trace. Meanwhile, at another location, the solitary elder with a single horn showed no intention of pausing or waiting for his companions. Instead, he activated a secret technique, further increasing his speed by one-third. For this immortal mage lord was well aware that, although his bloodline and secret arts allowed him to temporarily pin down his target, such a hold would inevitably have a time limit. Should the target sense something amiss, or simply activate a teleportation array to vanish beyond hundreds of millions of miles, he might easily lose him. Thus, until he caught the target, he would never relax at all. With powerful reinforcements behind him, even if the target proved exceptionally formidable and could not be slain single-handedly, he could still manage to hold him at bay without much difficulty. With these thoughts running through his mind, the solitary elder continued his urgent pursuit, driven by mounting rage. Meanwhile, Han Li remained entirely unaware of all this, steadily advancing toward the location of Yitian City together with the silver-clad immortal maiden. Since they were not fleeing from combat, their speed, though swift, naturally fell short when compared to the three immortal mage lords trailing behind. As time passed gradually, the distance between them naturally narrowed, inch by inch. After one day and one night, while Han Li was chatting with the Silver-Light Immortal about the four great sects of Yiding City, his expression suddenly changed. He shook his sleeve, and a silver short ruler flashed into view, expanding instantly into a colossal shadow several dozen zhang in length, which he then swung sharply behind him. With a sharp "puff," a black staff of equal size suddenly emerged from the void on the other side and struck solidly against the ruler. A thunderous roar erupted! A brilliant, piercing glow instantly formed, and a powerful wave that seemed capable of shattering the very void spread out, causing the entire space to collapse inward. The Silver-Light Immortal was startled, stepping out of the clouds and gazing at the site of the disturbance with a look of surprise and wonder. Han Li narrowed his eyes, then calmly resumed his composed demeanor, raising his hand once more. With a sudden "shush," the silver short ruler pierced through the void and reappeared once more in his palm. As the glow in Shi Ci's eyes faded, all the ripples finally settled, revealing the figure of an elderly unicorn sage standing in the space before him. Now, he stood towering at five to six zhang in height, holding a black staff in one hand and glaring fiercely at Han Li. "Magical Sovereign of the Demon Clan!" The silver-robe maiden swiftly scanned the figure with her divine awareness, her face instantly startled. Without hesitation, she pressed a hand seal, and a cascade of silver light rippled over her body, from which two silver curved hooks emerged. Shining with cold brilliance, one bore the image of a white crescent moon engraved upon its surface, the other displayed a crimson round sun. As the two weapons gently swayed, countless stars seemed to rise and fade around them, clearly indicating a magnificent artifact. Upon seeing the unicorn sage, Han Li's eyes flashed, and immediately, he raised his palm and struck it firmly against his chest with a deep, resonant "thud!" His body shimmered with golden light; upon opening his mouth, he expelled a misty, jade-like orb, tinged with a strand of black silk.