The Qing-color humanoid formed by Han Li's Yuan-ying appeared to feel a sudden spark of awareness within his mind, and instantly a strange coldness surged from his back, evoking the very terror one feels when a fierce beast locks onto a mortal. Without hesitation, the small figure pressed a hand seal and issued a low cry. Though the cry was not loud, as soon as it was uttered, the space around him trembled, and everything within a few dozen paces seemed to slow down as if frozen. Seizing this moment, the Qing-color humanoid swayed and vanished, leaving only a fleeting shadow. At the very next instant, a ripple of wind surged from several miles away, and Han Li's Yuan-ying humanoid reappeared, now gazing steadily at the massive creature in the distance. Now so far apart, he could finally make out the true form of the beast—no less than a monstrous head the size of a small mountain! Two deep purple eyes, golden great horns, silvery scales, and four remarkably long tendrils—clearly a colossal dragon's head. Han Li, the True Dragon, nearly gasped upon seeing the appearance of this head. At once, the massive dragon head shook vigorously, and as the surrounding void rippled, everything that had seemed frozen instantly returned to normal. Yet the dragon head continued to fix its gaze firmly on Han Li, then moved its lips, emitting a steady, resonant human voice: "Indeed, you are a newly advanced Daoist at the Great Perfection stage. From your bearing, it seems you are experiencing your first time of shedding your shell and journeying across the world." "Your observation is correct—I have indeed experienced my first such journey through the罡wind! You, esteemed guest, are said to be one of the True Dragons. How is it that you have come here?" Han Li, now restored to composure, asked with cautious inquiry. "Hehe. Though your Yuan婴is notably more solid than that of most Daoists who have reached the Great Perfection stage after many years of cultivation, there are still faint traces of vital energy subtly seeping out—clearly indicating that your Yuan婴is only recently fully formed. This subtle detail, however, is impossible to overlook by those of our own stage." As for my true nature, I am indeed one of the True Dragons—the Zi Qing Dragon! However, I was forced to retreat to this location recently after encountering a formidable adversary during my travels between the interfaces!" The massive dragon head chuckled warmly, openly admitting the matter. Then, as the head once again shook gently, a colossal body, resembling a mountain range, surged forth from the void. Indeed, it was a giant dragon with silvery scales shimmering all over its body, yet it bore numerous wounds—many scales had even peeled off completely, indicating it had sustained serious injuries. This caught Han Li's attention, causing him to pause in surprise. As soon as the silver dragon fully emerged, its scales flashed, and an intensely brilliant silver light burst forth. Even Han Li instinctively closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, the massive creature had vanished silently. In their place, a young silver-robed boy, no older than fifteen or sixteen, stood where the void had been—his face slightly pale, yet smiling gently at Han Li. "Allow me, Fan Pozi. May I have the pleasure of knowing your name? I believe I've had the privilege of meeting you before, Master Mo." "Ah, so Fan Pozi is Master Mo's acquaintance. My name is Han Li. I've long heard the name of the True Dragon with golden eyes. Yet, how is it that such a powerful dragon has sustained injuries? It seems your great adversary must be no ordinary being." Han Li was somewhat surprised, yet the small figure he had transformed into remained composed and inquired calmly. "Hmm. Who among us could withstand the seven-headed monster, Jiao, in the void between realms without retreating? This time, however, I was compelled to stand my ground due to an extremely important item—there was no room for retreat. I had to face it head-on and engage in a fierce battle. As a result, I sustained serious injuries and lost some of my true scales that I had nurtured over the years. Yet, I managed to crush two of its seven heads." The young man in silver robes sighed, then replied with a composed and understated tone. "Indeed, the seven-headed Jiao—now that makes perfect sense." Among the true spirits of various birds, this particular one is rather rare in being renowned for its predilection for killing. Brother Fan has truly demonstrated extraordinary prowess in overcoming it. Upon hearing the name "Seven-Headed Hawk," Han Li could not help but be startled. "I wouldn't say I've truly defeated it—more accurately, we've ended up with mutual exhaustion. Though the Seven-Headed Hawk is fierce, its intelligence is not particularly high. With only a few minor techniques, I managed to secure it. As for why anyone would willingly engage in combat with such a formidable creature—most simply retreat as far as possible when they see it." The silver-robed youth spoke with a touch of pride. "Then, allow me to extend my congratulations to you on your newly acquired treasure." A faint expression of surprise passed over the young green-clad figure, who then bowed respectfully. "Thank you, Brother Han! However, since my own birth, I have rarely sustained such severe injuries. And even after being wounded, the Seven-Headed Hawk continues to wander around the nearby interfaces. Why not join forces with me now and finally eliminate it completely?" I have always admired your Yuan Ying body—so remarkable indeed. I believe that upon returning to your true form, your powers will surpass even the most accomplished Mahayana cultivators. Should we join forces, the prospects would be truly promising. If we succeed, shall I take your inner essence, and you, in return, allow me to consume your flesh and blood to heal your injuries?" After circling his eyes several times, Fan Po'zi suddenly proposed a suggestion that caused a noticeable change in Han Li's expression. "Brother Fan, you must be jesting. How could a mere novice disciple possibly stand a chance against such a powerful and formidable spirit?" The small green figure shook his head vigorously, as if drumming it back and forth, and immediately rejected the proposal without hesitation. "Han brother seems truly uninterested. That is truly a pity! This is a rare opportunity indeed. The inner essence of the seven-headed hawk is one of the finest and most potent sources of calamitous energy in the cosmos. Whether one draws upon its fierce energy to refine one's cultivation or uses it directly as a raw material to craft precious artifacts, the benefits are boundless. Has Han brother truly considered this opportunity?" Even if your companion does not make use of this pill, there will still be many who actively come to exchange it for other treasures. The next time this perilous creature is injured, I have no idea when that will be—perhaps many years from now." Hearing this, the silver-robed young man did not show any displeasure, only expressing deep regret. "I am but a junior cultivator, barely having advanced to the next stage in my realm. How could I possibly dare to challenge such a creature capable of wiping out entire families or even entire nations? Your friend, there's no need to bring up this matter again—I am certain I won't be so lacking in self-awareness. If you truly wish to seek vengeance, why not try your luck with other friends and colleagues?" Han Li naturally remained resolute and politely declined. "Then, if Master Han truly has no interest, that shall be settled. Though I know a few close friends who are strong enough to stand equal to me, they are not located in the nearby realms and are currently difficult to reach. As for other ordinary Great Transcendence cultivators, facing this formidable bird-like creature, they will likely fare only poorly, if not at all." Well then, I have no intention of speaking another word to it. Once I've recovered my strength somewhere else, I'll quietly return to my own realm." The silver-robed youth sighed, his tone suggesting a clear recognition of Han Li's true strength, setting him apart from ordinary Great Perfection stage beings. After all, while True Spirit beings are generally considered on par with Great Perfection stage entities, even the most ordinary True Spirit could hold their own against several Great Perfection stage beings. Some exceptionally powerful True Spirits even matched or surpassed certain True Immortals in their abilities. "Ah, so you're planning to leave this place?" Han Li, at this point, no longer insisted on clarifying matters, merely asked with a subtle shift in expression. "Heh, I've been healing in the nearby spatial fissures all along. But now that you've discovered my presence, how can you be certain I'll remain undisturbed within the noble realm? What if the Seven-Headed Hawk suddenly makes an unexpected appearance and brings trouble to the nobles?" "Upon hearing this, Fan Paoyi burst out laughing. "If that fierce bird truly arrives, we—just a small number of humans—will indeed find it hard to stand against it. Then, I shall not pretend any longer and insist on keeping you." Initially, Han Li felt a moment of embarrassment, but quickly regained his composure and said with calm assurance, bowing slightly. "Though we have only just met, I somehow feel a strong sense of harmony and connection with you. Allow me to offer you a gift—this will mark the beginning of a favorable relationship." The young man in silver robes paused, then suddenly smiled gently. Then, without warning, he exhaled, and a sphere of silver light shot forth directly toward Han Li. Han Li, now in the form of a small figure, blinked in surprise. After a moment of gratitude, he extended his hand and instantly held a thin, original sheet in his grasp. He lowered his head and examined it closely—there, on the surface, was a shimmering silver scale! "Fellow Daoist, what is this?" Han Li thought for a moment, and asked instinctively. "Centuries later, the Golden Dragon Grand Elder of our Long Dragon lineage will convene the 'Guangling Dao Fruit Assembly' on the True Dragon Island, inviting true spirits from various realms and certain high-stage beings. Besides our active invitations to renowned, long-established high-stage entities, several of us True Dragons also have the qualification to personally invite a few more. This scale of my scale is the official invitation to the island! Once the assembly is scheduled, it will clearly display the precise time and location. Should your schedule permit, I warmly invite you to attend." Fan Po'zi smiled and explained. "The Guangling Dao Fruit Assembly... Then, I shall gladly accept, thank you, Brother Fan!" The small humanoid form of Han Li, manifesting as an Yuan-Yin, examined the silver scale in his hands carefully. After a swift mental scan, confirming no issues, a moment of surprise flickered across his brow before he settled into a serious tone. The silver scale then flashed briefly and dissolved into a shimmering silver glow, vanishing from Han Li's hands. Fan Paoshi, seeing Han Li treat his scale with such care and seriousness, couldn't help but smile slightly, nodded, and added, "I hope we can meet again on the True Dragon Island. By the way, before I leave, I'd like to offer Han Li one more piece of advice. Though you, as great cultivators, can already walk and fight independently from your physical bodies, it's still best not to reveal yourselves too easily before powerful beings. As I've heard, many True Spirits particularly enjoy the fresh, delicate essence of the Yuan Ying bodies of great cultivators after they shed their shells. In fact, the more solid and fixed the Yuan Ying body, the more exquisite and memorable the flavor becomes. Haha..." With that, Fan Paoshi laughed heartily, then shook his sleeve, and instantly a flash of silver light revealed a massive true dragon form. A thunderclap echoed across the sky, and the silver dragon vanished, leaving only a trail of shimmering light.