On the face of the severed head, traces of the original ferocity and cruelty of the celestial demon remained, as though even at the very moment its head was cut off, it had witnessed something utterly unbelievable—so stunned that it seemed unwilling to close its eyes. "Brother Han, that fleeing demonic being..." the silver-clad immortals gazed at the celestial demon's head and asked, equally astonished. "Rest assured, Lady," Han smiled, his lips curling into a warm expression. With a sudden motion of his sleeve, a dark glow surged forth, carrying within it a small, jade-green gate only a few inches in size. It was precisely the gate the bearded demon had previously released—the Gate of the Cultivator Celestial Demon! Now, though compact and delicate, it shone with a noticeably dimmed light, as if slightly damaged. "Excellent," said the immortals. "With this demon eliminated, our movements will be completely secure. This time, we have successfully vanquished three of the demonic sovereigns—thanks entirely to Brother Han's extraordinary prowess." Had it not been for the young Linglong mentioning a few things about the Master Han back then, I would have truly doubted that you have been practicing your Dao path for no more than two thousand years." The Silver Light Lady was delighted, yet marvelled aloud. "I myself am merely fortunate—my cultivation techniques happen to have a certain counter-effect against the majority of the Magi Clan's阴ghost-based methods. Compared to other peers of the same level, my powers might not necessarily be much superior. As for the matter you originally asked me to attend to, I assure you, I will not forget it." After a few humble remarks, Han suddenly said with deep significance. "Please rest assured, Master Han. Since I promised you back then, I am confident in fulfilling it. Being from the same clan as Linglong, passing on a message to you is no great task at all. The only issue now is that Linglong is currently serving under the elder Xiao'ao, so I am still unable to reach her at the moment." The Silver Light Lady smiled lightly and spoke. "Then, Master Han thanks the young lady most sincerely. Should Silver Light Brother ever need my assistance in the future, I shall do my utmost to help." Master Han replied with a gentle smile. "This is merely a small favor, Master Han—there's no need for you to be so formal!" The Silver Light Lady brightened at Master Han's words, her eyes gleaming with delight. Master Han's powers far surpassed her expectations, even rivaling those of a late-stage Consolidation-stage cultivator. Having such a great cultivator accept a personal favor would undoubtedly prove immensely beneficial to his future cultivation journey. After a brief further discussion, they immediately cast spells to erase all traces of the recent combat, then took off together once more, speeding steadily toward Yitian City. Master Han folded his sleeves neatly, his hands forming a faint, gentle green glow that drifted smoothly through the air, appearing completely calm and composed as if untouched by the earlier skirmish. Yet within one of his sleeves, his fingers gently traced the surface of a pale white wooden box. Deep within his eyes, he occasionally caught glimpses of thoughtful expressions. This wooden chest was one of the spoils he obtained once more by wielding the remnant blade of Xuan Tian, taken from the bald demonic race. At first, he had not given it much attention. However, upon discovering that neither his divine awareness nor his spiritual sight could penetrate the chest, his curiosity naturally grew. Clearly, a powerful seal had been cast upon it—an incantation that, even with his current mastery of divination and array techniques, he found difficult to unravel. Thus, after gathering it, he promptly returned to his quarters. Now, as his fingers traced the surface of the chest, he could clearly sense a steady warmth emanating from it. Yet, within just a cup of tea's time, the temperature of the chest suddenly dropped sharply, becoming remarkably cool and even icy—its behavior now appearing profoundly mysterious. Frictioned by this unexpected change, Han Li found himself increasingly intrigued by the nature of the seal within the chest. However, they were still en route, so there was no time to carefully examine the seals on the wooden chest—only when they reached Yitian City could they decide. While thinking thus, Han Li suddenly had a drop of blood burst from each of his fingers, which flashed briefly before transforming into several crimson symbols and fading into the chest. To be cautious, he employed a seal technique learned from a foreign race, layering an exceptionally intricate seal over the chest's surface. Then, a glimmer of green light flashed from his sleeve, and the white wooden chest vanished, being stored within his storage bracelet. Han Li then fully focused on channeling his flight spell. With their current levels of cultivation, the two of them covered a distance of one million li in mere moments, eventually disappearing completely. Almost simultaneously, deep in a newly constructed magical city, thousands of li away, within a hall inside a towering triangular spire nearly a thousand zhang high, a thunderous roar suddenly erupted, followed immediately by a voice cold and sharp with anger, issuing from within. "What on earth is going on! Three Heavenly Lords transporting a single item have managed to encounter an accident—can it be that these three mere incompetents truly intend to be cast into the Pool of Transformation into Mages?" The speaker was a slender young man dressed in a robe of deep crimson, seated in the central seat of the hall, his face aflame with shock and fury—none other than the embodiment of the Blood-Flame Saint Ancestor who had descended to this realm. Though only at the peak of the Consolidated Late Stage, the young man's rage caused a towering, colossal shadow of over ten zhang in height to rise suddenly behind him. This shadow was uniformly crimson, crowned with a dozen or so bizarre spires, and bore several thick, subtly visible tentacles that swayed wildly, resembling a giant octopus. The aura emanating from this shadow was so potent it seemed tangible, pressing against the walls of the hall with such force that the very structure groaned and creaked, as if it would collapse at any moment. The array of black-armored guards standing in the hall fell to their knees, their faces pale, bowing low and unable to meet the gaze of the Bloodlight Patriarch even as the aura surrounding him intensified. Only two high-ranking magical beings, standing at a distance from the Patriarch, remained upright. Yet even they were struck with astonishment at his demeanor. As for the transcendental cultivators of the human lineage, who ventured deep into the Sacred Realm a thousand years ago and were struck down by several of the senior sages working in unison—there would surely be no reason for them to step forward now. Another middle-aged beautiful woman, dressed in pink and with eyes like still water, also expressed her surprise. "It's indeed remarkable that three of them have all perished simultaneously. However, if the matter had been known in advance and the treasures seized by others, that would certainly be possible. Moreover, just now, my sage used a secret technique to contact them, but received no response at all. Dispatch someone to check whether any of the spirit-fire sources of the Divine Soul Palace have been extinguished by the demonic sovereigns," said the Blood-Light Sage, nodding with a fluctuating expression. "Yes, Grand Sage!" A black-armored guard near by immediately bowed respectfully and then vanished silently into the hall. With this, the Blood-Light Sage leaned back against the chair's backrest, his eyes slightly narrowed, and fell silent. The couple of male and female magi standing beside them naturally sensed the Holy Ancestor's displeasure and dared not speak lightly at this moment. For a time, the entire hall fell into profound silence. After a tea-service-long silence, the figure of the black-armored guard flashed into view once more at the hall's entrance and hurried inside. "Reporting to the Holy Ancestor," the magi guard said, half-kneeling with a touch of alarm, "three of the Magus Lords' soul flames have extinguished themselves within the Hall of Souls." "Three?" The Holy Ancestor's eyes, previously narrowed, widened in astonishment, radiating a sharp, piercing glow. At the same time, a deep, resonant crack echoed through the hall—the handle of the chair he had been gripping shattered instantly into ash. "Yes, Holy Ancestor," the guard replied carefully. "According to the official overseeing the Hall of Souls, it was precisely the three Lords—Blue Lord and the others—who had gone out together a few days ago—who have had their soul flames extinguished." Upon hearing this, the Holy Ancestor's face had turned as pale as iron. The silver-robed man and the middle-aged woman beside them exchanged glances, both deeply astonished. Yet they naturally observed that while the Blood-Light Sage had spoken of being moved to anger by the deaths of the three demonic lords, it was more accurately his fury over the things they had lost. This prompted the two senior demonic lords to begin forming various speculations about what had been taken. "Immediately dispatch a contingent of Blood-Light Crystal Guards with you two to locate the exact sites where these three have perished. Even if it were a Great Achievement cultivator who intervened, there would surely be traces of struggle. Search every inch of that ground thoroughly—inside and out—until you determine precisely which human beings were responsible and what has become of those human cultivators. You are solely responsible for this matter; upon receiving any news, relay it promptly to me!" The Blood-Light Sage pondered for a while before finally delivering his decisive command. "Understood, Grand Sage of Blood-Light!" The two high-ranking human and demonic nobles immediately bowed and accepted the command. Half an hour later, a vast cloud of blood surged forth from a level of the great tower, revealing dozens of fierce demonic warriors clad in shimmering blood armor, who swiftly vanished into the sky, leaving no trace. A month and a half later, two faint streaks of light, barely visible against the horizon, shot through the sky and suddenly landed on an unnamed mountain near a large human city built close to a lake. These two figures—one in flowing silver robes and the other in a deep green robe—were none other than Han Li and the Silver Light Immortal, who had journeyed countless myriad miles to finally arrive near Yitian City. Yet, as they now gazed toward Yitian City, both of them grew still, their expressions grave and solemn. In the vast expanse of the sky above the western stretch of Yitian City's wall, thousands of massive black warships floated in suspension, and between them, countless fierce knights rode various sizes of magical beasts, densely scattered throughout. These beasts纷纷 raise black clouds from their feet, clad in animal armor—clearly distinct from ordinary beasts! --- Vacation request for wedding --- Thank you so much for your continued support!