On a certain day one year later, upon the famed Magi Sea of the Magic Realm, a massive black-and-green vessel was gliding swiftly across the dark waters, pulled by several leviathan-like sea creatures. At an altitude of no more than a hundred paces above the surface, swirling black mist rose and rolled, with shimmering arcs of silver flickering intermittently, and distant thunderous rumblings occasionally echoing. At the prow of the vessel, a man and a woman stood by the railing, gazing intently toward the horizon. "The Magi Sea is said to be the cradle of the magical race, and indeed, its dense magical aura is no exaggeration. Yet the turbulent, chaotic energy mixed within it is equally formidable—most magical beings might find it difficult to practice their arts here." The man, with a pale golden complexion, spoke calmly and composedly. "I've heard that the chaotic energy has significantly diminished since before. In fact, centuries ago, this area was one of the sacred sanctuaries of the magical race, accessible only to the privileged few." Who knows—perhaps in a few more years, this chaotic energy will naturally subside, and the sea will once again become a sacred haven for the magical race! The woman was petite in stature, with a delicate face, and smiled warmly as she spoke. These two were none other than the elder of the Long family and the young lady in flowing robes from the Ye family. Clearly, Han Li and the others had already reunited with the others and had now joined together to sail into the Sea of Magical Origins. "Heh, even if there are some strange places in this sea, we've endured so much hardship to reach this point—we absolutely won't give up halfway. What we hadn't anticipated, however, is just how powerful the electrical energy here is; it's so strong that even low-altitude flight has proven difficult." The elder of the Long family replied with a touch of resignation. "It's not that we can't fly at low altitudes at all, but rather that we can't sustain our flying technique over long distances. Under such dense electrical attacks, even with the deepest cultivation, our protective barriers can only last for a limited time," the young lady in flowing robes smiled gracefully. "Regardless, it seems we'll take much longer than originally estimated to locate the island where the Shengling Pool is situated. The clues provided by several of the Ling race's friends are quite vague—only after we first identify a sea area with similar characteristics will we be able to pinpoint this island. Given the vast expanse of the Mo Yuan Sea, it truly requires a certain amount of luck to locate such a place within a reasonable timeframe." Long's elder ancestor sighed and spoke. Upon hearing this, the young lady in the feathered robe frowned slightly, her smile fading, and after a moment of thoughtful silence, she said softly: "Our time is not as abundant as we had hoped. It seems that several Magian factions have already begun to notice our unfamiliar faces as Consolidated Sovereigns. Once they fully understand our true origins, the challenges we face will be truly formidable. With each passing month, our exposure risks increase significantly." "Indeed, Long knows this well." Yet, as previously mentioned, we are now caught between a rock and a hard place, just short of the final step—there's little we can do but grit our teeth and persevere. The elder of the Long family spoke with a serious expression. The young lady in the feathered robe sighed and said nothing further. But then, at that moment, the elder of the Long family's gaze flickered, and suddenly asked a question that left the young lady quite surprised: "This time, both Brother Han and the Immortal Lady arrived at the rendezvous point only a month later than us, just in time for the agreed-upon meeting. I have observed that the Lady's aura seems to have changed slightly since our last parting—thus, it appears that the Immortal Lady has indeed encountered some new fortune along the way. If so, then I would like to extend my heartfelt congratulations to both the Lady and Brother Han." The elder of the Long family's tone carried a clear depth of meaning. "Indeed, Elder Long, your insight is truly remarkable—my subtle changes have been noticed at once. Yet, all we have gained are a few fortunate turns of fortune. As for you and Brother Hui, your achievements must surely be The young maiden's face changed several times before she burst into laughter. "From the way the immortal seems to speak, it appears she knows something. But don't worry—Master, I have no intention of probing deeply. It's merely a casual question!" The elder of the Long family chuckled heartily. The young maiden's lips curled slightly, her expression now a mixture of amusement and mild reserve. At the same time, in a room deep within the lower levels of the great vessel, Han Li sat cross-legged upon a wooden bed, listening clearly to the conversation between the elder of the Long family and the young maiden through a subtle, nearly imperceptible divine awareness. After a quiet smile, he withdrew his awareness and began to ponder thoughtfully. A year ago, after obtaining the True Blood of the Qing Luan, Han Li and the young maiden had still been halted by the avatar of the Lingyuan Sage at the edge of the Iron Sand Ridge. In the ensuing battle, with the aid of the young maiden's extraordinary treasures and his own use of several genuine divine powers, Han Li had successfully ensnared and severely wounded the sage's avatar. After sustaining such a severe blow, the Lingyuan Sage Patriarch, though eventually freed, dared not press on further and had to reluctantly retreat back to the Iron Sand Ridge. With no pursuing forces, Han Li and the feather-robed maiden proceeded steadily and unimpeded. Their journey thereafter went smoothly, with only minor setbacks that were easily resolved. Han Li and the elder of Long family, naturally, could not press further questions, though they were all somewhat puzzled. As Han Li thought of this, his brows unconsciously furrowed, and once again the image of the young Ling-ethnic disciple named "Zhi-shui" came to mind. This disciple, who had always given Han Li an uneasy feeling, whose gradually intensifying cold and sharp spiritual aura had previously seemed to grow heavier with each passing day, now suddenly vanished entirely—his aura now completely restored, indistinguishable from that of other holy spirits. Han Li was quietly amazed, and subtly sensed that the elder's unexpected development might be somehow connected to this young Ling-ethnic disciple. Of course, he had no concrete evidence for this speculation, yet he found himself paying closer attention to the young man. As he thought further, his eyes slightly narrowed, and with a sudden thought, he flipped his hand once, and a small white bottle appeared silently in his palm. After gently tracing it with his fingers, a faint expression of delight spread across his face. With this Qing Luan true blood, the Jingze Sect's capabilities will gain a new transformation, and its other several transformation powers will also significantly strengthen. The Qing Luan's most renowned ability is indeed its mastery over wind control. It is said that this true spirit originated within the ninth heaven's prime wind, and when it becomes enraged, the released wind can overturn the heavens and earth, even destroy entire nations and cities—remarkably terrifying! Han Li naturally found this wind power highly intriguing, yet unlike the Fei Yi maiden, who immediately consumed and refined the true blood upon encountering it, he chose not to do so during the journey. The Jingze Sect's cultivation method differs from ordinary techniques: as one refines more true blood, the refining process grows progressively longer, and the practice becomes increasingly sensitive to interruptions or premature abandonment. Therefore, he had decided from the outset to return to the Ling Realm after completing his affairs in the Magic Realm before formally refining the Qing Lan true blood. With this intention firmly in mind, he waved his hand, and the small vial vanished once more. From then on, Han Li gathered all distractions and settled into meditation, closing his eyes. Day after day passed swiftly, the massive black-and-green vessel sailed in a straight line across the dark sea for three months. Han Li and the others divided into several shifts, with two persons at a time stationed at the bow to operate and explore the surrounding waters, while the rest rested in the cabin, eyes closed. Throughout this period, aside from encountering a few stubborn sea creatures, the vessel encountered no significant difficulties. Yet, despite repeated efforts, they still failed to come across any sea areas matching the characteristics indicated by the Ling race. On this particular day, it was Han Li's turn to operate the vessel alongside the Qianqi Holy Maiden. Han Li stood at the bow, gazing silently at the distant sea. The Qianqi Holy Maiden, meanwhile, had seemingly drawn a golden silk cushion from somewhere, sitting several zhang away on the side, her eyes gently closed. Though both appeared utterly still and serene, each was continuously radiating vast spiritual awareness, diligently scanning every inch of the sea within a radius of ten thousand li. Suddenly, Han Li's expression changed, and a flash of sharpness gleamed in his eyes. "Has Han brother discovered something?" The thousand-years-old holy maiden instantly sensed the unusual fluctuation in Han Li's spiritual awareness and immediately turned to gaze at him. "Three thousand li to the left!" Han Li replied promptly and directly, with no hesitation or extra words. Upon hearing this, the holy maiden immediately cast her spiritual sense toward the indicated sea region. After a brief moment, a look of delight spread across her face, and with evident excitement, she rushed to Han Li and said, "Magical Monkey Reef—this matches the description exactly. It is indeed the very reef we've been seeking. Han brother, turn around immediately; I'll quickly summon the others!" Han Li naturally had no objections, nodded, and then raised his hand, swiftly forming a seal and sending it toward the sea beasts pulling the boat forward. Instantly, several colorful spiritual seals shot out, vanishing instantly into the bodies of the sea beasts. Several sea beasts immediately roared, shifting direction and pulling the great vessel swiftly to the left. At the same time, Qianqiu, the Sacred Maiden, had already summoned the elder of the Long family and others through her secret art. Within a short while, all gathered at the bow of the ship and, with their divine awareness, turned their focus toward the same direction—each of them was filled with renewed spirit. Though the great vessel could not fly, it moved with remarkable speed under the full force of the sea beasts' pull. Two hours later, a solitary "mountain" emerged on the distant sea horizon—a half-submerged peak piercing through the low, dark clouds, while the other half rose directly above the sea surface, dark and solid. Remarkably, the entire mountain resembled a colossal ape with its two arms raised skyward, complete with distinct eyes, nose, mouth, and ears. Though up close it appeared rough, from a distance it seemed vividly lifelike.