Han Li, with a simple gesture, collected all three Gold-Eating Insects into his Spirit Beast Ring and then settled into a quiet meditation. The final outcome of the three insects' consumption would inevitably leave only the strongest one. Yet, whether this final, nearly King-level insect could truly evolve into the legendary Gold-Eating Insect King remained uncertain in Han Li's mind. After all, the legend claimed that such a King was so powerful that even true Immortals in the heavens would have to retreat in awe. Of course, this was merely a tale—there were no actual records in the annals of the various immortal clans of a Gold-Eating Insect King having ever appeared in reality. It truly remained to be seen just how powerful such a King could become. Han Li could only silently hope for the best. Nevertheless, compared to his current astonishing abilities, the assistance offered by ordinary Post-Stage beings had already begun to diminish. Thus, he had already made up his mind: upon returning, he would also have the Leopard-Lion Beast, who had been staying by his side all along, enter a period of closed cultivation. Although such spiritual beasts typically accumulate their cultivation and strength gradually over long periods of time, under his unwavering support with medicinal elixirs, a significant enhancement in their cultivation was surely within reach. While pondering this,韩立's consciousness gradually sank deeper and deeper into the deepest reaches of his spiritual sea. The white flying vessel sped steadily through the wilderness, its presence radiating a subtle yet unmistakable aura of a Great Master, enough to send nearby fierce and demonic beasts into a state of alarm, causing them to hesitate and refrain from any attempt at confrontation. Half a month later, the continuous stretches of dark and green hues below finally vanished, replaced instead by an endless expanse of snowy white plains. Before him, the wind howled fiercely, and waves of snowflakes, like goose down, surged continuously, occasionally interlaced with large, clear ice blocks the size of fists. Yet, beneath a layer of milky luminous aura, the flying vessel remained steady as a rock, its course unshaken. The two colossal ape puppets, neither showing the slightest sign of disturbance, continued to propel the vessel forward without any need for adjustment. Several days later, the vessel had penetrated deep into the snowy expanse, where the thick, white snow beneath vanished entirely, replaced by vast, translucent glacial lands. Everywhere the eyes fell, towering peaks of varying sizes rose transparently, and among them, some unknown, furry white creatures galloped freely across the ice, completely oblivious to the vessel soaring above. Clearly, these beasts were of a lower rank, lacking even the faintest awareness of the vessel's powerful presence. Suddenly, a flash of silver light erupted from the vessel, sending a streak of brilliant light spiraling down through a herd of animals, then breaking through the air again before returning with a swift motion to the vessel. A flash of silver, and Lady Silver Moon appeared gracefully at the front of the vessel, gazing at the white young creature held in one hand. At first glance, this creature resembles a white bear by about seven or eight parts, yet it has a short blue horn on its head and unusually long ears, making it quite endearing. The young beast is being held at the neck, its limbs kicking wildly, and faint crackling sounds emerge from its forehead, with subtle blue electric filaments occasionally appearing—its movements seem rather clumsy. "This is quite interesting—the creature shows no trace of magical energy at all, instead bearing a strong resemblance to the spiritual beasts of the human realm." Silver Moon gently strokes the soft fur atop the creature's head, a charming smile playing on her face. "This is the Ice-Horn Bear, a rare low-tier magical beast in the magical realm that can survive and thrive without relying on magical energy, naturally possessing abilities of ice and thunder." A clear, resonant male voice suddenly speaks from behind Silver Moon. Silver Moon is delighted, turning to see Han Li stepping out of the ship's cabin calmly and unhurriedly. "Ah, Brother Han, you're also familiar with this creature?" Silver Moon smiles slightly and asks. "I once specifically collected various scriptures on the monsters of the Demon Realm, so I have a particularly vivid impression of creatures similar to spiritual beasts," said Han Li in a warm tone. "Ah, so now that you've just emerged, does that mean we're nearing our destination?" Silver Moon nodded, then suddenly asked with a touch of excitement. "According to Blue Ying's words, we're only about half a day's journey away from the location indicated on the Secret Map of the Weeping Spirit." Han Li swiftly scanned the area within four thousand li with his spiritual awareness, responding casually. "Half a day? That truly isn't far at all. Heh, the old master of the Weeping Spirit is said to have been a renowned figure in the Demon Realm in ancient times. His carefully preserved treasures must surely contain many valuable items," said Silver Moon with delight. "That's hard to say. The Demon race and our human race differ greatly in the cultivation techniques we practice. Perhaps what they consider precious may not prove particularly useful to us." But hearing that the flying divine treasure known to rank among the top three in the Demon Realm—'Mò Líng Shèng Zhōu'—was possessed by him, it would truly be worthwhile for us to make this journey, should we secure this treasure." Han Li smiled slightly. "Ranking among the top three in the Demon Realm? Then this treasure must be no ordinary one. I'd also like to see it firsthand." Yin Yue said, her face as radiant as a blooming flower. Han Li smiled gently, just about to add something more, when his expression suddenly changed, and his gaze flashed sharply toward the horizon in the opposite direction. "What is it, Brother Han? Have you spotted something?" Yin Yue naturally asked, surprised. "There's something interesting—seems we've encountered an old acquaintance from our past." Han Li's eyes shimmered with blue light as he gazed steadily at the distant horizon for a moment, then a gentle smile appeared on his lips. "An old acquaintance? I knew him too?" Yin Yue was genuinely taken aback. "Indeed. Back then, we both had extensive interactions with her. Let's go and meet this old acquaintance now." Han Li drew his gaze back, then turned his head toward Yin Yue, who bore a touch of mysterious smile, and said, "I really do know her... I'd better go take a look." Yin Yue's spiritual awareness had already swept in the same direction, but due to the limited range, she failed to detect any trace of human presence, her face now filled with genuine interest. Han Li smiled, said no more, and with a simple point of his foot, the flying vessel shuddered throughout, altering its course and darting swiftly in a new direction. In an instant, the white vessel had spanned tens of thousands of miles, arriving near a towering ice mountain several thousand zhang high. Above the mountain, thunderous roars echoed across the sky, with waves of powerful energy constantly surging outward in all directions. The colossal ice mountain, which had seemingly stood for countless years, had suddenly been severed at its waist, losing nearly half its length, while the surrounding ground was littered with craters and scattered ice blocks of varying sizes, densely covering the area. At the heart of the tremendous roar, the swirling cold mist and the hazy blue radiance intertwined, merging into a vast, billowing cloud of vapor. It seemed as though two colossal beings were locked in an intense, indecisive struggle, their combat fiercely dynamic. Han Li observed this scene, his eyes narrowing slightly—though he made no movement, his footborne vessel automatically came to a halt, silently hovering motionless in the nearby void. The silver moon blinked her beautiful eyes, gazing intently toward the distant battlefield. Yet there, the celestial essence of the realm had been thoroughly disrupted, making it impossible to discern anything clearly. Nevertheless, from the sheer magnitude of the spectacle, it appeared that no ordinary magical noble could achieve such a feat. "It's her!" When the silver moon extended her divine awareness and suddenly sensed a familiar aura, a look of surprise flickered across her face. Han Li offered a quiet, serene smile, saying nothing, simply standing on the vessel and watching the fierce exchanges unfolding in the distant battlefield. With his vast divine perception, every detail of the combat was as clear as if it were unfolding right before his eyes. After a full cup of tea's worth of time, a thunderous roar suddenly erupted within the battlefield, and a brilliant blue aura burst forth, as if ready to obliterate everything nearby. A piercing, heart-stopping roar from a beast! As the spatial ripples surged, a white dragon several dozen feet long surged through the aura, leaping out with its battered body radiating vibrant light, seemingly determined to break through and flee into the void. Yet, just as the aura flickered, a graceful figure materialized suddenly. With a sharp cry, spatial ripples surged again, and a massive, bluish claw materialized, flashing downward with lightning speed, cleaving the white dragon's body into several segments. Then, with a soft "pffft," a surge of dark flames erupted from the claw, engulfing the dragon's fragmented remains entirely. Though the dragon cried out in agony, its severed sections moving like living beings, darting and plunging left and right, it remained inexplicably unable to escape the encircling flames. In an instant, the jiao's several segments of body, along with its spirit, ultimately vanished entirely. Han Li, upon seeing this, raised a brow slightly, then calmly said to the figure within the blue glow: "Master Yuansha, it seems we truly share a bond—having unexpectedly met here in such a remote place. Yet your appearance suggests something is amiss." The figure standing within the glow was indeed a woman with a complexion as pure as jade, radiating exquisite beauty. She was precisely the Yuansha Sage Ancestor who had previously exchanged words with him during his stay in the Wood Clan's territory. Though she wore a blue battle armor, it now glowed dimly, her face pale, and her aura fluctuated between strong and weak, indicating a most unstable condition. Strangely, however, judging by the strength of her aura, Yuansha appeared only at the Consolidation stage—far below her expected level. "Ah, Master Han," she said, "I thought you had decided to pursue me—perhaps the precious bloom has changed its mind?" "Upon seeing Han Li clearly, Yuan Sha did not display much surprise, but instead her face fell and asked with concern. 'Pursuing you? How could that be? Though I once assisted Bao Hua in a matter, that was only during that single transaction. Did you not simply regard me as one of Bao Hua's subordinates?' Han Li's expression darkened, and he replied with directness. 'It was indeed my misunderstanding. I hope Han Daojun will forgive me. After all, with your great powers now at the stage of Great Perfection, it's unlikely that even Bao Hua could track you down. How could she command you to pursue someone like me—a half-impaired individual?' Yuan Sha paused slightly, then smiled wistfully. 'A half-impaired individual! Your aura is indeed off—how did you suddenly drop to below the Great Perfection stage? Was it Bao Hua who orchestrated this?' Han Li narrowed his eyes, asking with a hint of speculation. 'No,' Yuan Sha said after a moment of reflection, and uttered a remark that completely surprised Han Li. 'It was my own effort—I have sacrificed half of my own cultivation.'"