This discovery was made by Han Li, during the period just before he entered the Magic Realm, after he had meticulously studied numerous ancient texts on the Magic Realm. According to the books, the blood-tooth rice should only be grown in a single location—the Blue Falls Lake—far removed from the city of Huanye, where it is so rare that the local magic race rarely uses it, let alone exports it. How, then, could the Bai family have obtained such a premium specimen? Han Li, without masking his expression of astonishment, silently pondered. "Indeed, both Han brother and friend Han must be interested in this blood-tooth rice. Unfortunately, it has already been reserved by me. If you wish to have some, you'll have to request a few from Brother Bai." After glancing at Han Li and Han Qixi, Luan Long, the Heavenly King, slightly turned his eyes and said this, then immediately picked up the blood-tooth rice from the jade box, biting off more than a third of it, and slowly chewing it while nodding thoughtfully. A rich, distinct aroma immediately filled the entire hall. "Ah, does Brother Bai have any more blood-tooth rice?" Han Li's expression shifted slightly, and he asked. Cold Qi's son also swiftly turned his gaze to the Han man and the woman with purple hair. "Luan Long, you're joking, aren't you? I only have this single blood-tooth rice in my hands—how could I possibly have another one?" The gray-haired Han man chuckled, firmly denying it. "White brother, when you say this, I suspect few will believe you. Who hasn't heard that the more blood-tooth rice one consumes, the more pronounced the improvement to one's physical body becomes? Since you've managed to obtain this rice, why do you only have just one?" Han Li narrowed his eyes, speaking calmly. Cold Qi's son's expression grew colder, clearly also skeptical. "Allow me to be candid with all of you. Though our White family happened to acquire a few blood-tooth rice grains, we've already consumed the rest—myself and my fifth sister, for instance. Even the one we've gifted to Luan Long was originally intended as a seed, to be used as a refining material for alchemy. That's why we've kept even a portion of it." The gray-haired Han man hurried to explain. "The Blood-Tooth Rice—White Family can secure it once, and certainly again. As long as White Brother helps Han assist in acquiring some as well, even a higher price will be acceptable," Han Li pondered, speaking slowly and steadily. Seeing Huang Fa Dan's firm determination, Han Li and Han Qi Zi exchanged glances and found themselves unable to say anything further. Although Luan Long Tianjun never paused in his words, a clear expression of disappointment flickered in his eyes. Thus, for the rest of the time, everyone settled down to meditate and rest in the hall. After one hour of consuming that single grain of blood-tooth rice, Luan Long Tianjun suddenly experienced a surge of inner energy, his face instantly turning bright red as if stained with blood. Only after a long period of silent cultivation did his complexion gradually return to normal. Observing this entire process, Han Li was left marveling, his interest in the blood-tooth rice growing even stronger. It seemed the rice's effects surpassed those described in the ancient texts. Meanwhile, Huang Fa Dan and the purple-haired woman quietly exchanged messages, discussing the sudden disappearance of their disciples, despite having left no trace or clue at the site—ultimately failing to reach a solid conclusion. They temporarily set aside their plans and began to rest and recover. After all, the ones stationed here were merely mid-level disciples, and relative to the entire Bai family, they hadn't originally been given much priority. The group stayed at the outpost for a full day and night, adjusting their bodies and minds until they reached peak condition, then mounted the eight-legged magic dragons and departed westward from the oasis. Half a day later, the middle-aged man with golden hair at the forefront glanced at the dim, heavy sky and the noticeably thicker gray sand swirling around them, then turned sharply to Han Li and the others and said, "Friends, that beast's abilities are truly impressive. Moving forward, we must be cautious. Everyone should calm their aura and secure the dragons!" Recognizing that this was a critical moment, Han Li and the other fully evolved cultivators naturally agreed without hesitation, leaping down from the dragons to store them within their spiritual beast rings, and then followed the man as they continued their flight at a lower altitude. Although various elixir techniques failed in this desert, they could still manage to fly steadily at low altitudes. However, this came at the cost of consuming several times more spiritual energy than usual. Fortunately, the White family's mineral veins were not far away either. After flying at low altitude for an hour, a massive dune suddenly emerged on the horizon. This dune rose to several thousand zhang in height, resembling a towering mountain, though its surface was entirely covered in gray sand. A strange, ghostly howling sound emanated from within. Upon seeing the dune, the bearded man raised his arm, making a cautious gesture to the group, and finally guided them to a region several miles away from the giant dune before gently settling their flight. White Yunxin and the others immediately followed and descended without hesitation. Luan Long Tianjun and Han Qixi exchanged glances, then silently descended as well. Han Li moved silently behind the group, yet when a faint blue glow flashed in his eyes, he glanced at a patch of sand just a few dozen paces away and expressed a look of thoughtful contemplation. At that moment, a large hand from the bearded man extended from his sleeve and reached out, palm up, toward where Han Li was looking, as if grasping the air. A deep, resonant "puff!" echoed—then a mound of sand the size of an entire room leapt upward from the ground and coiled into the shape of a soil dragon, landing gracefully on an open stretch of ground. The bearded man continued to raise his hands, making several swift gestures, and in doing so, revealed a deep depression several dozen paces wide and over ten paces deep. At the bottom of the pit, a bronze-colored gate materialized. "Hmm," said Luan Long Tianjun, his eyes narrowing slightly, a touch of surprise on his face. "The official entrance to the ore vein should have been at the summit of the dune. However, it has now been claimed by that beast. To be safe, we are using the secondary backup entrance." Those within the White family who know of this entrance are merely us, the two siblings. Moreover, this entrance is located deep within the ore vein, in a highly concealed spot, and has not been fortified with any magical arrays or seals. The great beast is unlikely to discover it in the near term. If we enter through here, we might well catch it off guard. The purple-haired woman smiled and explained. "Ah, I see!" Luang Long Tianjun nodded, glanced upward at the structure atop the distant dunes, and furrowed his brow with a look of doubt. At that moment, the bearded man raised one hand and gently pointed it toward the bronze gate. A powerful, invisible force struck against it. With a creaking sound, the gate trembled and slowly swung open, revealing a dark, narrow passage. "Go then—the beast has not yet discovered this entrance," the bearded man said, his expression brightening as he scanned the area with his awareness. He then swiftly drifted downward toward the bronze gate. Others, seeing this, naturally followed one by one into the passage. After entering the bronze gate, a faint blue glow flashed in Han Li's eyes, instantly transforming the originally dark passage into a bright, clear scene akin to daylight. The walls on either side were pale green stone, completely separating the outer sand soil from the interior passage. What was even more remarkable was that the stone slabs were smooth and perfectly flat, with no ripple or vibration detectable—clearly, no incantations or magical seals had been inscribed upon them. After walking along this passage for about half an hour, a sudden brightness appeared ahead, and there stood a strange, crimson mountain wall blocking the way forward. This time, the yellow-haired man at the forefront did not immediately act. Instead, he waved his hand, summoning an ancient triangular mirror that floated in his palm. With a series of hand gestures, he gently tapped the mirror several times. At once, dark mist rolled across the mirror's surface, and a vibrant display of five-colored light shimmered forth. Dai Han focused his gaze, his expression easing slightly as he drew the ancient mirror back and, with a flick of one sleeve toward the crimson cliff face before him, sent it swirling. Instantly, a wave of black light surged forth and vanished into the cliff wall in a flash. At once, the crimson cliff face trembled gently and then began to shift slowly, opening without a single sound, as if it had moved in silence. When the wall had parted, a warm breeze surged forward, revealing a fiery underground realm ahead. The rocks were a deep red, the ground a dark red, and countless sharp, purple-red stalactite-like pillars rose throughout the area. "Let's go," he said. "Since the beast has claimed this ore vein, it must be hiding where the heat is strongest. While ordinary beasts usually absorb energy while in slumber, a divine-mage-level beast is far less predictable. To this day, we still haven't fully understood what kind of beast it is, nor can we quite grasp its habits." All of you must be especially cautious! As for this mission, it's sufficient if we can seriously injure and drive away this beast. Of course, should we succeed in completely eliminating it, the rare materials obtained from the beast will be equally shared between our family and each of you—there will be no way we'll fall short in honoring your contributions." The bearded man surveyed the surroundings, took a deep breath of fire, and then delivered his serious instructions once again to Han Li and the others. "Heh, White Brother, when did you become so fussily concerned? We've heard you say these words several times over. If we can indeed defeat a Divine Sovereign-level beast, that would be a great honor for us. But even if we don't succeed, we won't hesitate to press you further." Lu Dan Tianjun smiled and replied. Han Li merely smiled and said nothing. But at that very moment, the purple-haired woman suddenly opened her mouth and expelled a jade pendant of pale white, its surface subtly veiled by a hidden blood pattern. With a light laugh, she said to the others, "Brother, please rest assured. During my last battle against that great beast, though I was far from its match, I unexpectedly drew a small amount of its essence. Now that I've refined it into this Soul-Anchor Pendant, locating its position has become a simple matter."