The image clearly showed Han Li sitting previously in the hall, though silent, the figure of Han Li in the scene vividly lifelike, as though everything that had just happened had been replayed in reverse, time flowing backward. At that moment, the tall man suddenly said to the woman with purple hair, "Watch carefully," then with a single finger he pointed into the void of the image, sending a flash of black light that swiftly vanished into the luminous sphere. Instantly, Han Li in the image began to emit layers of radiant flames—on the outermost layer, a deep, ink-black glow; slightly inward, a purple-gold hue; and further in, a hazy, formless grayish chaos, beyond which nothing could be discerned. "Hm, what is this?" the woman with purple hair exclaimed, startled. "Heh, this is the first time I've seen this secret technique of the Broad Shade Realm, five sisters," the man replied. As you can see, this young man from the Han family has a rather unique cultivation technique. The outermost layer of black light signifies the most pure True Demon Qi of our Sacred Realm—this is entirely normal. Should he lack this outer black glow, I would have seriously doubted whether he even hailed from our Sacred Realm. The inner purple-gold hue indicates that he has mastered an exceptional body-shaping Demon Technique, refined to its utmost perfection, seemingly approaching the legendary Purple Marrow Golden Bone stage. Yet this seems unlikely. Few, aside from the ancient Sage Ancestors, have achieved such bodily refinement, and I have not heard of anyone else reaching this level. The elder gestures with emphasis at each layer of light on Han Li's body, speaking with serious gravity. "Purple Marrow Golden Bone. His physical strength is truly that powerful! Could it be that the Guangyin Sacred Mirror has made an error?" The woman with long purple hair suddenly grows pale, shaking her head in disbelief. "It should not be an error at all." Although the Guangyin Precious Mirror's effect on this person is significantly diminished, a rough assessment still yields only a reasonable degree of accuracy. Moreover, this individual has only just approached that level of attainment; otherwise, the outermost true demonic aura would not have manifested at all within the mirror—instead, it should have remained entirely contained within his meridians, with no outward leakage. The Han man exhaled a long, steady breath. "Still, even thus, he may well be able to sustain a typical demonic sovereign solely through his physical form. Yet what is this gray glow on his body? Isn't he also practicing other remarkable techniques?" the purple-haired woman glanced at the image in the void and added. "That gray glow represents aspects that even the Guangyin Mirror cannot detect—certainly something extraordinary. To be able to observe such details already pushes my limits. If I had further infused magical energy into the mirror at that moment, I would have surely offended him. That would have been rather regrettable. "But that he could perceive me within the seal indicates his divine awareness is no ordinary strength." The tall man replied, his expression now serious. "His physical prowess is formidable, possessing a mysterious ability that cannot be seen through even the precious mirror, and his divine awareness is exceptionally strong. Thus, we truly have a prodigy among us in the city of Huanye. Fortunately, he seems unwilling to stay long here, and the Bai family has already established good relations with him. This means not only is there no major issue, but we can also effectively deal with that great beast." The purple-haired woman pondered for a while, her expression shifting between gloom and hope, before finally sighing with a gentle smile. "From this perspective, it's actually a positive development. The Bai family must not offend this person, though we need not expend much effort to win him over. His strength is so profound that it surpasses what our kind of families can accommodate. Sister, when you next meet with him, please be especially cautious." The tall man said earnestly. "That, I fully understand," the younger woman replied, her eyes flashing briefly before she nodded gently. …At the same time, Han Li sat cross-legged within the beast-carriage, gently handling a white crystal sphere in his single hand, his face displaying a half-smiling, half-reflective expression. Suddenly, black qi surged from his body, and a shimmering black light curtain materialized, spreading out from him and enveloping the space within several zhang. Then, he pointed a finger at his brow and tossed the crystal sphere forward. "Pffft!" Black light flashed at his brow, and a third black, feline eye instantly emerged. A golden beam shot forth from this eye and struck the white crystal sphere in his hand. Instantly, the white sphere glowed brilliantly golden. After a brief shimmer, a golden light curtain burst forth from it. Initially, the curtain was blurry, but then a flash of white light revealed a figure about a zhang tall, hands raised as if supporting an ancient, lenticular mirror. This was the tall, lightly yellow-haired man from the Bai family. The figure remained motionless, one hand forming a seal while the other gestured as though casting a spell toward the ancient mirror. Han Li quietly observed the imposing figure of the great Han for a moment, a faint, subtle冷笑 forming at the corner of his lips. As he closed his hand seal, the dark, demonic eyes that had been etched across his brow vanished instantly. As the White Family's Magus had described, while he was concealed within the incantation, detecting the presence of the figure through subtle magical sensing, Han Li—thanks to his exceptionally sharp spiritual awareness—had sensed him almost immediately, and without making a sound, had also employed a counter-detection spell of his own. Upon discovering that this figure was also a Magus, though only at the mid-stage, Han Li felt reassured. With the powerful magical aura and the influence of the pseudo-Magus crystal that he cultivated through the Buddhist-Sacred True Magus Technique, he need not worry about being detected by most of the beings in the Magi Realm—except perhaps by the most profound and ancient Saint Ancestors. After a deep, resonant hum, the crystal sphere returned to its original clear and translucent state, and simultaneously, the spectral form of the great Han dissolved silently, all traces of the spell fading as if it had never occurred—restoring everything to its original At this moment, Han Li closed his eyes and sat in meditation, expression neutral. For the days that followed, he regularly traveled to the Bai family's residence each day, accompanied by the massive beast-carriage, exchanging insights on cultivation with the woman of purple hair. Their conversations began with basic physical cultivation techniques and ordinary magical arts, but gradually expanded to include some rare and extraordinary secret arts and masterful techniques. Both parties greatly benefited from these exchanges. During this time, after careful inquiries, Han Li finally confirmed that none of the human cultivators from the Long family, nor the immortal spirits of the Ling race, had yet arrived in Huanye City—making him the very first to reach the city. This fact somewhat unsettled him; he wondered whether others had encountered difficulties along the way or whether some unforeseen events had delayed their progress. Yet, he did not feel overly concerned. After all, the elders of the Long family and the immortal spirits were no ordinary combined-stage cultivators. Even if their identities were exposed and they were simultaneously besieged by several Magistrate-level immortals, they would likely only barely escape, if not be defeated, and would not easily perish. As for the matter of the eight-limbed magic lizard, it indeed proved rather troublesome. Although he managed to secure one from the Bai family, the other families would need to find their own means for transportation. Yet the elder of the Long family and the others were ancient beings who had lived for countless years—surely they could handle such matters on their own. Once the affairs with the Bai family were settled, he would simply wait patiently for their arrival. However, during this period, the other two major families in the HuanYe City learned of the arrival of Master Han—the Divine Sovereign—and each sent representatives with invitations. This time, Han politely declined. But half a month later, he attended the ancestral ceremony of the Zhao family, where he met one of the Dao-level Supreme Elders of the Zhao family and engaged in a brief conversation. This Zhao family mage was a slender, wiry old man of short stature. When he learned that Han Li was merely passing through the city and would not be staying long, he visibly relaxed, immediately brightening in demeanor. Han Li naturally understood why the man had changed so dramatically, and after a few polite exchanges, he calmly departed the Zhao family residence. After returning from Zhao family, Han Li no longer visited Bai family. However, a few weeks later, he received a personal visit from the purple-haired woman. She informed him that the friend Bai family had been waiting for had finally arrived, and she intended to set off in two days for the Huanzhao Desert to drive out the dragon-level monster. She asked Han Li if he had any questions. Han Li naturally had no objections and readily agreed. The purple-haired woman was delighted, thanked him repeatedly before bidding farewell. For the next two days, Han Li did not leave his room once, simply sitting in quiet meditation on the top floor of the pavilion, carefully restoring his strength and energy. Though he didn't consider a true Demon Sovereign-level beast capable of posing a significant threat to him, he didn't want to risk a complete collapse simply due to his own carelessness. Two days later, after giving instructions to the young girl Zhu Guo'er, Han Li boarded the beast-carriage and sped directly toward a specific city gate in the direction of Huan Ye City. Several hours later, outside the city gates, on a small hillside, Han Li finally met with the members of the Bai family. Besides the woman with purple hair and the tall man, there were two other strangers who were Demon Sovereigns, and an additional six Demon Immortals at the level of Lingxu. Bai Yunxin was among them. After warmly greeting Han Li with a bright smile, the woman with purple hair introduced the tall man and the other two invited guests to him. At this point, Han Li learned that the man with silver hair was named Bai Xi Jiao, a title even the woman with purple hair had to use as "brother." Two other immortal lords remained. One, who had not revealed his true name but claimed to be Luan Long Tianjun, was a remarkably plump man with a round, rotund build. Dressed in layered robes, his eyes were narrowed into thin slits, evoking immediately the image of a large, white, fat pig—so incongruous with his lofty title that it was hard to reconcile the two. The other was named Han Qixi, a middle-aged man with a green ghost-mask covering his face. Of ordinary stature, he exuded a steady flow of pale, icy energy, so that even at a moderate distance, one could feel a sharp, biting chill. The yellow-haired man treated Han Li with great courtesy, clearly placing great trust in him. The plump man, though he exchanged a few words with Han Li, maintained a polite yet insincere expression—only smiling on the surface. As for Han Qixi, he remained completely silent in Han Li's presence, as if truly formed from ice. Before these three, Han Li remained composed, speaking only vaguely and then concluding with no further elaboration. Thus, after only a brief moment, upon a call from the white-clad giant, everyone immediately activated their flight spells and sped off toward the Phuanxiao Desert. When they were still十余 miles away from the desert, the bearded man led the way, his silhouette gradually fading as he materialized on the nearby ground. The others naturally followed, descending one after another. The rather plump Lu Long Tianjun chuckled and then asked with a touch of curiosity. "Lu Long, you may not be aware that our six of us have developed a coordinated array technique. Together, we can match the strength of an early-stage Muge Sovereign—bringing them along would indeed be beneficial." The purple-haired woman smiled and explained. "Ah, I see. I must apologize for my earlier remark." Lu Long Tianjun nodded, his round cheeks subtly trembling. On the other hand, the mask of Han Qi Zi's eyes flashed with a bright gleam, though he had remained silent throughout—clearly, he had no objections. As for Han Li, he only offered a slight smile, yet his mind involuntarily turned over the thought of whether he could secure these several Muge Lizards during the journey. However, this thought passed swiftly and was soon abandoned. Though he held confidence in his own powers, facing four Muge Sovereigns who were not yet fully understood proved too risky. Indeed, while defeating them might be manageable, completely eliminating all of them would likely prove more difficult. Moreover, even if he managed to accomplish this, the number of magical lizards still proved insufficient for their party's needs, and instead, it would easily alert several prominent families in Huanye City, potentially drawing in other powerful adversaries—some even of the Saint Ancestor level. After carefully weighing the pros and cons, Han Li set aside his lingering concerns. At that moment, the purple-haired woman gave a swift flick of her wrist, and instantly a jade-colored ring shot out, whirling through the air. Upon a brief shimmer, it released a cascade of five-colored light rain, which spread out on the ground to reveal eleven massive beasts, each measuring five zhang in length and two zhang in height. At first glance, each appeared as if magnified over ten times larger than a typical lizard, yet covered in dark scales, with eight sturdy, identical legs beneath their bodies, giving them an especially formidable and intimidating appearance. Mounted on each of these magical lizards were gleaming silver saddles, clearly indicating that they were already well-trained and tamed. "That's rather ordinary—each of these eight-limbed magical lizards only possesses the aura of a Jindan-stage cultivator, isn't it? It doesn't seem particularly special at all. Han Li's gaze sharpened as he scanned the creatures, his mind quietly surprised. Under the invitation of the bearded man, each of Han Li's companions received one magical lizard and a driving talisman. With a simple movement, Han Li materialized on the back of his own lizard, slightly bowing his head to take a quick glance. The silver saddle featured simple magical patterns and was designed for exceptional comfort. A slight smile played at the corner of Han Li's mouth as he aligned the talisman in his hand and gave it a gentle flick. A silver flash erupted, then swiftly vanished into the body of the lizard. The lizard let out a low roar and immediately began to gallop forward. Though its initial pace wasn't swift, the steady motion of all eight legs ensured a smooth, unshakable ride—Han Li felt absolutely no颠簸 or sway." At that moment, Huangfa, the bearded man, and the others had already advanced ahead, their十余 (more than ten) magical beasts forming a line and moving toward the desert. The distance of十余 miles was covered in no time. As soon as Huangfa's lead beast plunged into the desert, gusts of sand and dust surged up from all sides. At that instant, the silver saddle on the backs of the magical lizards flashed, and a shimmering, translucent white aura formed, completely enclosing the riders within. The wind and sand striking the aura slid silently past it on either side, undisturbed and having no effect on those inside. Yet this did not draw much attention from Han Li. What caught his notice was that, once the eight-legged lizards entered the sandy terrain, their speed suddenly increased several-fold, and they galloped faster than ordinary swift horses. From the massive bodies of the lizards, a peculiar, steady pulse radiated out, continuously flowing and gradually absorbing the intense heat energy emanating from the desert. And as Han Li stepped into the gray desert, he immediately felt an inexplicable force descend upon him, his internal qi suppressed by nearly ninety percent. In the void, a complex mixture of celestial and terrestrial energies surged, simultaneously repelling both magical and spiritual essences, making both types of energies exceptionally thin and sparse on the desert ground. Indeed, the Phantom Whistling Desert, renowned as one of the magical realm's sacred sites, lived up to its reputation. Han Li silently sensed the changes in both himself and the magical lizard, growing increasingly astonished. Yet the elderly man with white hair and the other members of the White Family showed no signs of any unusual sensation—clearly accustomed to such phenomena. They activated the magical lizard, set a fixed course, and swiftly flew deeper into the desert. After over ten days, on a massive dune, Han Li, the elderly man, the purple-haired woman, and the others were surrounded by a group of green-bodied scorpions, each about a foot long. The scorpion们 emitted eerie, sharp cries, spraying streams of dark green toxic beams from the tips of their hooks, which surged in all directions toward Han Li and the others. Yet Han Li, Lu Long Tianjun, Han Qi Zi, and the other established cultivators remained motionless on the dune, standing still. Instead, the six cultivators at the edge—Bai Yunxin and her companions—each activated several magical artifacts, relentlessly engaging and overwhelming the swarm of scorpions. Though their bodies had most of their spiritual power restricted, these relatively minor scorpions were utterly unable to pose a challenge to Bai Yunxin and her party. Amidst the swirling waves of magical energy and the continuous bursts of luminous light, countless scorpions were reduced to ash, completely unable to approach Han Li and his companions. A thunderous roar shook the heavens, and the sandy ground burst open, revealing a massive crater nearly ten zhang in diameter, with vast amounts of sand surging skyward. At once, the sand parted, and a colossal yellow serpent, stretching fifty to sixty zhang in length, surged forth, opening its massive maw and charging straight toward the tall Han warrior. Witnessing this spectacle, Bai Yunxin and the others were momentarily stunned, while the purple-haired woman and the other magi-kings remained utterly unmoved—only the leading gray-haired man furrowed his brow slightly and sighed, murmuring, "Indeed troublesome—we've encountered the Sand-Gold Serpent. That's no mere task for those younglings. I'll have to expend some of my own energy and step in personally." As he finished speaking, he flicked his hand, causing a swirl of black energy to form a dark, circular ring, which he then tossed toward the charging giant serpent. The ring suddenly emitted a strange shriek, then expanded in brilliance, growing into a massive formation several zhang in diameter, before vanishing completely in a single flick within the void. At that moment, the tall man swiftly strode toward the giant serpent and pointed at a specific point. Instantly, a sudden flash of black light shimmered at the serpent's seven-inch mark, and a strange, hazy ring emerged, tightening firmly without hesitation. The once-ferocious giant serpent let out a mournful cry and plummeted from the sky, its massive body rolling wildly across the sand, as if in unbearable agony. Seeing this, the bearded man chuckled, then with a single hand gesture, caused the ring's surface to ripple with crystalline light, and it suddenly shrunk down to the size of a palm. A jet of black blood erupted several zhang high, and the serpent's head promptly rolled off, landing silently on the sand, motionless. Yet the bearded man did not cease. Without hesitation, he opened his mouth again, and a surge of crimson magical flame erupted, striking precisely upon the fallen serpent's body. A deep rumble followed, and a surge of crimson flame erupted, swiftly reducing the colossal serpent's remains to ashes within a few flickers. As the flame surged, the serpent's fragmented body emitted one final mournful cry, rising upward in a desperate attempt to escape—but was immediately engulfed and completely consumed by the magical fire. "White brother, your skill is truly remarkable. This Sand-Gold Serpent appears to have reached the late stage of Immortality, yet it could not even withstand your single strike," said Han Li, who had now summoned the magical lizard and moved to stand beside the large man. After glancing at the distant crater, he suddenly smiled and remarked. "Han brother is being overly generous. While this magnificent beast may pose a challenge to Yunxin and her companions, it is hardly a formidable opponent for us. Should we encounter the Three Great Magical Menaces of Huanxiao Shalou, I fear I shall only be able to flee in panic," the man replied, shaking his head with a wry smile. "The Three Great Menaces?" Han Li asked, his eyes brightening with interest. "Do you not know of them?" "Heard that, Han was quite surprised. 'I'm not entirely unfamiliar with the matter, but the details have been a bit hazy. Now that I see even your magus sovereign showing such reverence, I must admit I'm genuinely taken aback.' Han gently stroked his chin, responding calmly."