The flying chariot ridden by Han Li and the others made no pause at all. In a flash, it shot straight toward the heart of the magical cloud, like a streak of light. Amid the spreading black mist, a vast channel, about a li in diameter, gradually emerged. At that very moment, two distinct, cold voices suddenly rang out from the mist on either side! "This path is blocked." "Go back!" As the words fell, a thunderclap erupted from one side of the black mist, and a black arc of lightning, stretching over ten or twelve zhang, surged forth, forming a serpentine thunder-jade that surged directly toward the flying chariot. On the other side, a long roar followed, and then a green giant sword's phantom emerged from the mist, sweeping through the air with a flourish, instantly unleashing a wave of green-tinged swordlight. Han Li, observing the scene from within the chariot, felt a subtle shift in his expression. Though the two figures who had intervened had not yet fully revealed themselves from the mist, the force and intensity of their actions were truly impressive—far beyond the capabilities of ordinary magi elders. Of course, this attack had not yet registered in his eyes. At once, he shook one sleeve, while with the other hand, he gently touched the green sword with a single finger. As the thunder roared within his sleeve, a flash of golden light followed, and a thick golden arc shot forth. On the other side, at the point of contact, a bright golden aura surged and spiraled out. Two thunderous "cracks" echoed. Electric arcs met electric arcs, swordlight clashed with swordlight. When the four elements first touched, a brilliant, piercing glow erupted, then swiftly faded—vanishing simultaneously. The four forces had evidently drawn even. Han Li stared in astonishment at this scene, and the two magical beings hidden within the black clouds on either side also gasped in surprise. To be sure, though the attacks launched by those two high-ranking demonic beings appeared ordinary at first glance, they each carried extraordinary power. The black arc of lightning was one of the Four Divine Thunders of the Demon Realm, renowned for its devastating power of decay—any artifact or object struck by it would instantly suffer severe corrosion, crumbling into fragments. The other, a jade-blue sword aura, was the essence cultivation of the second demon, refined over nearly ten thousand years, possessing unmatched sharpness and power, having already severed countless flying swords and spears. Yet now, under the combined assault, both attacks were effortlessly neutralized by Han Li in a single, identical maneuver—this left the two proud demons utterly astonished. The two high-ranking magical beings on either side instantly erupted in rage, instantly setting aside their initial doubts and launching a renewed assault. Suddenly, within the black mist on one side, a thunderous roar of lightning erupted, with dense streams of black electric arcs shooting forth. On the other side, a sharp, piercing cry rang out, and a blade of light—five to four times thicker than the previous sword energy—shone with the brilliance of the sun and surged forward in a powerful strike. Both attacks were launched simultaneously, not aimed directly at the advancing figures, but instead charging straight toward the entrance of the pass, sealing it firmly in place the very next moment. For the flying chariot to enter, it would first have to penetrate both of these formidable barriers. Witnessing the scene, Han Li smiled instead of being angry. He roared low, his body radiating a brilliant golden glow, instantly transforming into a colossal golden-mantled giant ape several dozen feet tall. With a simple grasp of his five fingers, his arms swelled several times in circumference, and with full ten-thousand-part strength, he unleashed a continuous barrage of electric arc and swordlight strikes. The flying chariot merely blurred into a fleeting, ethereal flash, then completely vanished into the space corridor behind. A series of vibrant hues of five colors rippled through the corridor, waves of fluctuation spreading out, after which the chariot was entirely gone. At that moment, as the black clouds on either side parted, two figures swiftly shot out from within, materializing simultaneously at the entrance of the space corridor. Gazing into the deep, mysterious channel, they both displayed a subtle sense of alarm. "Another member of the magical race has managed to regain some composure, speaking with a certain lack of sincerity. 'That would indeed be ideal! But no matter what, this time we're certainly going to have to take responsibility for our lapse. Who exactly are these people that dare to intrude upon the spatial passage? Surely they're not afraid of offending the Holy Ancestor?' The dark-skinned mage sighed, his expression troubled, but his tone grew increasingly sharp as he concluded. 'As for others, the one who just intervened—his abilities are truly profound. He effortlessly shattered our powers with a mere gesture. Clearly, he's no ordinary Magus Lord, though he doesn't quite seem to be one of the Holy Ancestors either.' The purple-robed mage hesitated, then added with a hint of surprise. 'The Holy Ancestor, of course, is absolutely impossible. Though that individual may possess remarkable prowess, it's far from reaching such a level. Moreover, if it truly were the Holy Ancestor arriving, wouldn't they have simply made their presence known and come directly to us, rather than forcing their way in? Then we would have had no choice but to respectfully yield the path.'" "Heard this, the dark-skinned mage shook his head vigorously, as if shaking a drum." "Unless it's someone of the Saint Ancestor's caliber, it seems unlikely that any other renowned Magi Grand Masters below the Great Perfection stage could achieve such prowess as that person just now. If such a being truly existed, how could we not have recognized him? Why don't we go and ask the other Grand Masters stationed at the lower fortresses to see if they've noticed anything?" The purple-robed mage paused thoughtfully, then said hesitantly. "But we ourselves haven't been able to discern the visitor's true nature—how could the others, who are mere novices, even have a clear view of his appearance, let alone offer any assistance?" The dark-skinned mage glanced downward, noting several bright streaks of light racing toward them, narrowed his eyes, and said with disdain. "Still, asking them wouldn't hurt. Perhaps we might just gain some useful leads," the dark-skinned mage added, though he didn't seem particularly convinced. Just as the two magi were speaking, the several streaks of light finally dimmed and arrived at the spatial passage, revealing a group of senior magi of varying heights and statures, who promptly bowed deeply to the two magi, showing an unusually respectful demeanor. The dark-skinned magi did not hesitate, and with a single sweeping motion of his palm before him, summoned a ripple of energy in the air. Instantly, a soft, misty glow emerged, and the appearances of Han Li and his companions became clearly visible. The Black-Skinned Mage was momentarily stunned, somewhat puzzled. The Purple-Dressed Mage, upon hearing this, also showed a subtle change in expression. "Indeed. Since the two of you have been stationed here, you've always been engaged in cultivation and meditation—this kind of event is hardly surprising. In reality, however, word about these human beings has spread throughout most of the Sacred Realm, and there are even tales of the Sacred Ancestor having been defeated by them." Another mage, resembling a woman, quickly added an explanation. "Please, tell us in detail about this matter," the two magi said, their faces now visibly alarmed and hard to believe. "This story goes back several years..." The thin, gaunt Mage did not hesitate, and immediately began recounting the various legends surrounding Han Li. The two magi listened intently, their expressions shifting constantly. Han Li stood at the front of the flying chariot, having already restored his human form. Though still standing straight, his expression had noticeably relaxed. Once inside the channel, the chariot would autonomously return to the spiritual realm after several hours. Although the other end of the channel was the Wood Clan's spiritual domain, it still stirred a quiet excitement within Han Li, reminiscent of the anticipation before returning to his homeland. Time passed steadily, and the chariot glided smoothly through the channel, undisturbed. As Han Li silently estimated that they had covered half the channel's distance, a sudden ripple in the opposite space erupted—then, abruptly, a massive war vessel of deep black emerged, stretching over a hundred zhang in length, densely staffed with magical guards, and rushing toward them. "Not good," Han Li silently murmured, drawing on his inner qi and instantly growing serious. Though, in a spatial passage, one usually avoids vigorous combat to prevent triggering intense spatial storms, if the other party truly launched an unrelenting assault, he would certainly not remain passive without resistance. The immense presence of this great vessel suggested that the senior magical beings aboard were no ordinary magi-kings. He therefore needed to be even more cautious. The flying chariot and the great vessel moved with exceptional speed—within just one breath, they had closed the distance and now stood close enough for each to clearly see the figures on the other's vessel.