Previously, deep within a canyon, he had discovered this massive Fengyan Crystal in his hands. However, upon retrieving it, a large flock of unknown magical birds nearby spotted him and pursued him for half a day before finally retreating. Now, with a flash of spiritual insight, Han Li stored the Fengyan Crystal and focused on continuing his journey. The flight went smoothly, and after half a day, he reached the edge of the forest. There, in its place, a vast expanse of ocean now lay stretching out in the distance. Han Li slightly furrowed his brow, then relaxed with a sense of ease. This should merely be an inland sea—though it harbored some sea creatures, it was far from the boundless expanse of the true outer sea. A flash of emerald light! Han Li instantly transformed into a streak of light and plunged into the ocean. After a few swift movements, he arrived at the sea surface some thousand zhang away. Suddenly, a tremendous sound of breaking waves erupted beneath him! Countless streaks of blue light burst forth from the water, all aimed directly at Han Li in the sky. Han Li's sleeve, unchanged in expression, suddenly swept downward, sending a swirling haze of gray light spiraling out. As a soft "shush" sound echoed, the gray filaments solidified and transformed into countless fine gray threads, each piercing through the blue glimmers. Blue, strange fish—each lacking a single scale—plummeted from the sky. These fish had exceptionally long, sharp heads, resembling blades, and looked quite unusual. Han Li's first strike eliminated hundreds of them, yet more blue glimmers surged forth from the sea. Han Li raised his eyebrows slightly, adjusted his spell slightly, and from his sleeve, fine threads burst forth, rapidly expanding into a dense network that swept through and killed every fish flying toward him. In mere moments, tens of thousands of the strange fish were wiped out. The thunderous effectiveness of his actions seemed to have startled the creatures themselves. The once turbulent sea surface instantly calmed, with no further blue glimmers erupting from it. Han Li gave a gentle flick of his wrist, and with a flash of gray filaments, the shimmering light reformed and rolled back into the sleeve. At the same time, he slightly raised his inner qi, accelerating his flight speed by nearly half, and surged toward the deep sea. Several hours later, as the sky-magic sun began to sink below the sea surface, the sky grew gradually dimmer. Deep beneath the still waters, various strong energies began to rise slowly toward the surface. From his elevated vantage point, Han Li surveyed the scene, occasionally spotting massive limbs of enormous sea creatures emerging and reappearing on the surface. Frowning slightly, he glanced up at the sky, then mentally decided that today was not the right time to continue his journey. Though his abilities allowed him to remain unafraid of the powerful sea beasts active during the night, he preferred to avoid unnecessary complications. Moreover, he had been traveling nonstop for over ten days without proper rest, so it was a perfect opportunity to recover his strength. With his plan settled, he immediately extended his divine awareness outward, sweeping over the entire sea surface within a thousand li. Not long afterward, his expression changed, and his flight path suddenly shifted, steering him toward one side of the sky. After a cup of tea's worth of time, a dark spot appeared on the distant sea surface. As Han Li activated the azure light to approach it, the island became clearly visible—a modest island of several dozen li in size, yet crowned with several mountains towering over a thousand zhang in height, and subtly enveloped by a thin layer of mist along its perimeter. Han Li narrowed his eyes, focused his awareness, and swiftly scanned the entire island before descending directly toward it. A short while later, the azure light faded, and Han Li materialized on the slopes of one of the stone mountains, where a stone entrance several zhang in width stood before him. Han Li glanced at the stone cavern, then flicked his sleeve inward. Instantly, a small blade of jade-green color shot forth and vanished in a flash within. A deep roar echoed from the cavern shortly afterward, but then abruptly cut off with a sharp cry. Han Li moved forward slightly, his expression unchanged, and stepped inside. The cavern was extremely narrow and long; after walking fifty or sixty paces, he suddenly found himself in a broader chamber. The floor was covered with a dense layer of unknown, emerald-green dry grass, upon which lay a strange beast—resembling a armored creature—split in two. Han Li pointed a finger at the corpse, and instantly a spark of flame shot out. "Pffft!" The flame instantly turned the entire body and the grass beneath it into ash. The chamber now appeared remarkably clean. Only then did Han Li sit cross-legged at the center with a dignified air. After a brief thought, he gently moved his wrist, and the storage bracelet on his wrist subtly shifted. A flash of white light, and instantly four long, translucent bricks, each half a cun in length, emerged and floated in a row before him. These were precisely the four Sacred Bricks that Han Li had received one year ago from the Master of Xueya City. Clearly, Han Li had studied them many times before, and now, with a smooth, practiced motion of his hand, he raised it. Four thunderclaps resonated! Four golden arcs shot forth from his palm and swiftly vanished into the four crystalline bricks in succession. The originally clear and transparent Sacred Bricks shimmered simultaneously, expanding instantly by more than ten times in volume, transforming into four massive crystalline walls, upon which dense clusters of dark purple and black characters now appeared. Han Li's eyes, glowing with a soft blue hue, carefully examined the characters that emerged on the bricks, deeply contemplating their meaning. After half an hour, he finally withdrew his gaze,沉思片刻, his expression thoughtful. Indeed, the Qi Ling Sacred Ancestor had earned his reputation in the Magian realm—his various divine techniques were truly no ordinary feats. Unfortunately, he had already refined the Fàn Shèng Zhēn Mó Technique to its utmost perfection; otherwise, he would have considered switching out his primary cultivation method as well. Even so, the secret techniques inscribed on the four holy bricks proved highly inspiring, with several of them being directly usable for practice. While thinking over this, Han Li extended his five fingers slightly and gently swept his palms through the air in front of the four crystalline bricks. Instantly, the four bricks began to tremble and shift positions, eventually overlapping and aligning into a single, slightly blurred sequence. As the surface glow of the bricks changed, each one emitted a brilliant, radiant beam of light in the same direction. The four beams skillfully merged and overlapped, casting a clear, detailed map several zhang in size onto a nearby stone wall. On the map, the rivers, mountains, and terrain features were clearly marked, and at the center, an unusual symbol of a single-horned black dragon stood out prominently. Han Li stared intently at the map, his face filled with thoughtful expression. After an unknown length of time, he flicked his sleeve forward, and a cascade of霞light swept past. The four crystalline walls instantly flashed and vanished. The map on the stone wall, too, dissolved silently, without a sound. Han Li then sighed lightly and sat with both hands resting on his knees, pondering. A year ago, after he had finally escaped the relentless pursuit of the magic-sucking ants, he began studying the four holy bricks he had acquired. With his sharp intellect, he naturally deciphered the secrets of the bricks within just a few days and reconstructed the so-called "Secret Map of the Spirit's Tears." Unfortunately, though the map appeared remarkably detailed, it contained not a single word of explanation. To Han Li, a newcomer, the terrain depicted was entirely unfamiliar, and he could not determine exactly where the hidden treasures were located. Although he had purchased several maps in the Blood Crow City, most were broad, general overviews of the entire magical realm, and only a few offered detailed regional maps. He would have to look for more opportunities later, when passing through other cities of the magical race, hoping to find relevant clues. With his current magical prowess, he didn't necessarily have to secure the Qi-Ling Secret Repository—though it would be a pleasant unexpected gain, provided it didn't interfere with his primary objectives in the magical realm. After quickly weighing the matter in his mind, Han Li temporarily set it aside and then pressed two palms together in a series of gestures. A golden glow rippled continuously over his body, golden scales shimmering on his skin, while a true magical form of three heads and six arms materialized behind him. The six eyes of the form opened, emitting a sharp, cold radiance. As the six arms moved in graceful gestures, each one formed a unique, strange hand seal. At that moment, Han Li lifted his hand and spun it once, and suddenly a stack of colorful array discs appeared in his palm. With a simple flick of his wrist, the discs transformed into dozens of glowing orbs that shot out into the air and swiftly vanished into the surrounding void. At that very moment, shimmering hues of five colors flashed beneath Han Li, and a strange, towering array of several zhang in size emerged, perfectly enclosing him at its center. Within the array, the light danced and shimmered, revealing intricate, finely etched runes that suggested an immense and unparalleled mastery of spatial and temporal dynamics. Han Li remained expressionless, extending his ten fingers to continuously strike and emit pulses outward. Immediately, seven or eight pieces of superior spiritual stones shot forth, vanishing in a flash and settling within the array. With a single hand gesture and a low, thunderous exhalation, the entire array resonated with a deep hum. Then, a cascade of radiant hues burst forth, coalescing and flashing into a seamless, five-colored light curtain that completely enveloped Han Li’s form. The faint magical aura in the air was instantly repelled by the light, while streams of exceptionally pure spiritual energy surged forth within the curtain. Han Li took a deep breath, a satisfied expression flashing across his face. He slowly closed his eyes, forming an unusual hand seal. A surge of black energy rippled across his brow, and a dark, vertically oriented eye unexpectedly emerged. From within the spell array, a series of obscure and indistinct incantations drifted softly forth. The three faces of the true magic forms each displayed distinct emotions—joy, anger, sorrow—while their bodies themselves flickered between light and dark, pulsing erratically. At this moment, Han Li's body began to gradually become translucent and jade-like. The scales originally adhering to his skin, under the strange shimmering glow, seemed to dissolve and sink into his flesh, transforming into one by one golden runes. A low roar echoed! After the silver runes on the light curtain solidified, they unfolded into slender, silvery filaments that surged toward Han Li in a torrential barrage.