Upon hearing the four words—“the Primordial Mage”—which seemed to carry immense magical power—the human cultivators and high-ranking eldritch beings present all grew pale with alarm. Having just endured the Magian Cataclysm, they naturally harbored deep apprehension toward the very symbol of the mightiest of the Mage race. The purple-lighted eldritch race, though their expressions also shifted slightly, seemed neither surprised nor startled by the response. After a deep breath, they bowed respectfully and said, "Thank you, elder. Should there have been any impertinence on my part, I beg you not to hold it against me. I shall faithfully convey your words to the Sacred King." Before these envoys from various foreign clans, Han Li smiled and personally thanked each one. However, after they had presented their gifts, a graceful woman, originally draped in a yellow cloak, rose again from a corner of the square. She lifted the cloak from her head, revealing a face of extraordinary beauty, as if carved from a painting. "It can't be! This must be the Consort Rong!" "Indeed, it is Consort Rong! Didn't the Sacred Island claim that Consort Rong had vanished into the wilds three thousand years ago, after venturing deep into the remote regions?" Some human cultivators who recognized her face immediately reacted with agitation, several even gasping aloud, their faces filled with disbelief. The woman seemed to be renowned, and her appearance stirred a wave of excitement. Han Li, observing this, felt a sudden spark of interest. He glanced at her, noting that though she possessed only mid-Stage of Consolidation cultivation, her aura was remarkably unusual—there seemed to be faint streaks of crystalline light radiating from her skin, making her appear far beyond an ordinary mortal. Clearly, this lady has an exceptionally refined cultivation technique, far beyond that of a typical Congti cultivator. "May I ask your name?" Han Lin asked, his expression unchanged. "Late disciple Li Rong, representing Saint Island, to extend our congratulations to Master Han on attaining the Dacheng stage, becoming the second Dacheng cultivator in our lineage. We have thus presented a top-tier flying vessel, ten first-class attendants, one hundred top-tier spiritual beasts, and one thousand high-grade automaton warriors as a token of our celebration." The stunning woman bowed gracefully to Han Lin before smiling sweetly, her voice clear and melodious, like a heavenly melody. "Ah, so you are the envoy from Saint Island! Such a generous gift—thank you so much. In fact, I had originally intended to visit Saint Island after the celebration." Han Lin nodded, his gaze briefly brightening. "If Master would be kind enough to grace us with your presence at Saint Island, that would be most welcome. Our fellow cultivators from Saint Island have long wished to invite you, and there are several matters of great importance that we would like to discuss with you." Li Rong smiled warmly. "Very well—I will certainly Han Li nodded, maintaining a composed, indecisive expression. "I still have one matter to bring up..." "Who is it, hiding out there, shy and secretive!" Li Rong was about to say more, but suddenly Han Li's expression darkened. With a sharp motion of his sleeve toward the distance, he issued a low command. A resounding boom echoed as an intangible force surged directly through the outer seal of the great mountain, reaching several miles out into the void, as though it had struck something solid. A black glow burst forth, and within it, a figure materialized—revealing a towering man clad in black armor. The man's face was rugged and strong, yet a moment of surprise lingered on his features, clearly surprised that Han Li had detected him so clearly from such a distance. But once that surprise faded, he laughed heartily: "Ha ha... Master Han, I came without an invitation. Surely you won't mind?" The black-armored giant, upon finishing his words, extended a graceful bow to Han Li and then took a single decisive step forward—unexpectedly, he seemed to glide across several miles, materializing directly above the Three-Colored Mountain, descending with regal composure. A soft "crisp" sound echoed as the multi-layered light barriers came into contact with his body, instantly fracturing like brittle sheets of paper. The giant, radiating a deep black glow, landed gently at a moderate height above the plaza, arms folded, facing Han Li directly. The cultivators present were momentarily stunned, but several impetuous human cultivators immediately began shouting in disapproval. Yet some more composed and experienced figures, observing the giant's calm demeanor even in the presence of Han Li, a senior cultivator at the Great Multiplication stage, were struck with surprise. "Jiao Wang... is it the Black Jiao Wang of the Yecha Clan? You didn't die during your Great Multiplication stage breakthrough thousands of years ago under the True Lightning Storm, did you? How is it that you've appeared here now? Have you also attained the rank of Great Multiplication cultivator?" Li Rong carefully examined the towering man and suddenly gasped aloud. The "Black Hawk King" Han Li's brow slightly furrowed, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes. The other cultivators who had been previously scolding the giant immediately noticed that several of them had heard of the giant's reputation; their scolding voices ceased abruptly, and they all grew increasingly puzzled. "Oh, did you know me before?" the giant turned to glance at the young woman, sounding quite surprised. "Indeed, many years ago, when I was still a disciple of Mo Shi, I had the privilege of meeting you," Li Rong replied, her face pale, almost filled with apprehension. "Ah, so you are that lively young girl who used to serve beside Mo the Old Ghost! Well, it's been so many years—how remarkably you've grown more graceful and vibrant! You've even attained the Consolidated Stage. Remarkable! Remarkable!" "This seat has successfully broken through the Mahayana cultivation bottleneck over ten thousand years ago. My death during the thunderbolt calamity—well, that was merely a mere tactic employed by my clan to confuse you all. How truly foolish you all are! Indeed, it is utterly comical." The giant spoke, his gaze fixed upon Li Rong, revealing unmistakably a hint of lust. Li Rong's heart sank, and she nearly turned to flee immediately. Fortunately, she remembered that she was currently in Tianyuan City, and there was a newly attained Mahayana cultivator from her own clan present in the hall, which allowed her to steady her nerves and remain motionless, though she unconsciously lowered her gaze to avoid the lingering, unkind gaze of the giant. "Ah, it is indeed a great honor that you, Master Hei Xiao, renowned for your fame among the Yecha clan even thousands of years ago, have personally appeared here in your Mahayana cultivation form. It truly surprises me, Master Han." Finally, Han Li spoke, his expression calm and composed, revealing no inner thoughts or emotions. "Hehe, Master is the second great transcendental being born among the human race, and the only newly emerged great transcendental being among our several clans in the past ten thousand years—besides myself. How could I rest easy without personally seeing you, then?" The giant turned his head toward Han Li, speaking with a somewhat unkind tone. "Ah, so that's why. Unfortunately, I merely happened to attain great transcendental status by chance. I fear I may fall short of pleasing Black Jiao Master. After all, you're a guest. Attendants, please prepare a seat for Black Jiao Master!" Han Li remained calm and issued the command. "Yes, Master!" The spirit of the artifact responded promptly and prepared to carry out the request. "No need to go through such formalities. I shall only be here for a brief while—just to discuss a few matters with you—before departing soon." The giant waved his large hand, speaking directly and with some impatience. "Ah, then Black Jiao Master has something to say to Han Li?" Han Li asked calmly. "Indeed. This visit is primarily to assess just what kind of person Master Han truly is." Just now, you were able to detect my presence from so far away—your cultivation indeed proves exceptional, and I am not at all disappointed. Secondly, I would like to request someone from you. No, actually, I’ve changed my mind—I now wish to request two people." The giant opened his mouth wide, revealing a somewhat fierce expression. "Two people? Which two?" Han Li narrowed his eyes. "I’ve heard that one of your disciples possesses the Hidden Thunder Root. I intend to borrow him to withstand the next celestial storm. As for the other, it is this young lady—the Immortal Maiden. I have taken a strong interest in her and would like to take her back to my Yecha clan to serve as my personal concubine." The giant’s voice boomed with thunderous intensity, yet the content of his words left nearly every present cultivator stunned. "He’s actually asking for Han Master’s disciple!" "And to make her his concubine—how bold of him! It seems he doesn’t even regard our two clans as equals." The numerous cultivators instantly grew furious, yet, restrained by the towering reputation of the Dharma Master of the Yaka clan, they dared not directly scold him—only glaring at him with blazing eyes. "Black Hawk King, you dare to challenge my claim! Did you forget Master Mo's warnings?" Li Rong said, her face turning pale and suddenly speaking with sharp intensity. "Master Mo... Ha ha! You humans truly are self-deceiving. Do you really believe I don't know that Master Mo and Old Ghost Ao have long since vanished from our clan, their fates unknown? Otherwise, how could I have come here at all?" The Black Hawk burst into laughter, uttering words that sent shockwaves through the crowd of cultivators on the platform. "Master Mo and Old Ghost Ao have encountered difficulties?" "He must be making up stories. With such vast powers, how could they possibly have met with any misfortune?" "Indeed, however, there have been no news of either of them in recent years." This time, the crowd on the platform could no longer remain composed—they all grew deeply apprehensive. Upon hearing this, some of the foreign envoys were deeply astonished, while others exhibited subtle and shifting expressions. "Friend Han, you wouldn't risk a major crisis for merely two individuals, would you? Though you've already attained the stage of Great Perfection, truly mastering its power requires several centuries—something utterly beyond my reach. You simply cannot be my match." The Black Hawk King spoke coldly, ignoring the other guests on the platform and delivering his words with a steadily darkened tone, full of clear threat. Han Li's face darkened, his voice cold and firm. As soon as he finished speaking, he merely lightly pressed a series of hand seals, and at once, the three-colored giant peaks emitted a resonant hum, sending out countless strands of five-colored light that surged toward the giant. At the same time, a thunderous roar echoed above the plaza, with flashes of gold and silver lightning erupting, forming serpentine streaks that plunged straight down. Han Li had activated the peak's defensive spell—finally, he had truly stepped in. "You really dares to charge against me, Black One! You must truly be reckless! But then again, this can't be considered a victory that falls short of my own strength," the giant said, not angry but delighted, laughing heartily. Then, he suddenly clenched his fists and slammed them together in front of him. A mighty "thunder" roared, and waves of black sonic energy surged outward instantly.