Han Li casually shook his sleeve once, then lightly pointed his finger downward. "Pop!" The Qing Su instantly transformed into fine threads, then suddenly tightened. A massive turtle beast cascaded down as fragmented flesh. At that moment, ripples spread across the lake's surface, and a translucent white bowl materialized silently, spinning smoothly before expanding into a vast structure, roughly an acre in size. The turtle's flesh, falling from the sky, landed perfectly within it without a single piece missing. Han Li then extended his hand once more. The white bowl flashed with light, shot straight toward him, and briefly blurred before restoring its original size. With a simple gesture of his five fingers, the bowl settled steadily into his palm. He calmly scanned the contents with his consciousness, and after a brief moment, a look of profound satisfaction spread across his face. Indeed, though the turtle's body was immense, even with a moderately diluted flow of Xuanwu True Blood, after refinement, it was sufficient to support the Jingzhi Sect's cultivation practice. Han Li flipped his palm, and the jade basin shimmered, instantly being stored within his storage bracelet. Then he glanced at the golden-yellow spiritual herb, pondered for a moment, and finally reached out, seizing it firmly. While the herb held little value for him, it was exceedingly rare for certain strange beasts—otherwise, none of the powerful creatures nearby would have gathered here, let alone engaged in such fierce combat. Should he encounter the right person, it would prove to be a valuable trade item. Han Li then released a surge of silver flame, which completely incinerated the remains of the strange beasts on the lake surface. As a soft glow emanated from the creatures' bodies, they seemed poised to depart. Yet at that very moment, a low hum began to resonate from within the beasts. Han Li was momentarily startled, but quickly smiled, lifting his hand and flipping it once—there, in his palm, appeared a white crystalline sphere the size of an egg. Faint, shimmering halos danced across the surface of the crystal sphere. Upon closer inspection, individual luminous spots—each no larger than a grain of rice—flashed and pulsed within these halos. Han Li gazed at the sphere for a while before stomping his foot and vanishing in a streak of emerald light, now heading in a direction entirely different from before. Almost simultaneously, far beyond a million miles from Han Li's location, over a vast, barren plain, a brilliant white light surged through the sky at an astonishing speed. Behind this light, some fifteen li away, thunderous roars echoed across the heavens, as a vast sea of blue-green mist rolled forth, sweeping forward with a speed that matched—and even slightly surpassed—the white light. The two phenomena, one leading and one following, swiftly traversed a distance of ten thousand li. Soon, the gap between them narrowed to just ten li. At that moment, a low, resonant chuckle echoed through the azure and blue mist. The front of the mist surged violently before suddenly solidifying, transforming into the ethereal forms of a massive green scorpion and a pale blue giant frog. The scorpion's form merely gave a sharp sweep with its enormous hooked tail, and instantly a column of deep green light shot forth from its body. Meanwhile, the blue giant frog's form opened its massive maw, and as the surrounding space within several miles dimmed suddenly, the void ahead tightened abruptly, as if held by an unseen force, slowing the white light's speed by more than half. Thus, after a brief flicker, the deep green light reached the back of the white light and prepared to strike it with full force. Yet at this very instant, a roar of fury erupted within the white light, and countless symbols of five colors surged and rolled, then violently vibrated, breaking free from the constraining force of the surrounding space. A thunderclap of clarity! A crimson arc of electricity shot out from the white light and struck the deep green light column. This seemingly unimpressive strike, however, produced a deep resonant sound and shattered the light column with a single impact. At the same time, several urgent incantations echoed within the white glow, and then, suddenly, the light flickered and vanished entirely at that spot. Immediately afterward, waves of disturbance rippled out over fifteen miles of space, only for the white glow to re-cohere and reappear there. Only then could one clearly see what was happening. Within the light, a figure of an elder was visible—holding a small white banner in one hand and a deep crimson mallet in the other. This was Mo Jianli, a great cultivator of the human lineage. Yet at this moment, half of his body was wrapped in faint, unidentified green vapors, while the other half was encased in an eerie layer of blue ice. His face bore a subtle sense of gravity, yet upon glancing once back at the misty sea behind him, he immediately resumed urging his flight, speeding forward with unwavering momentum. The vast shadow of the giant scorpion turtle faded and dissolved, and the blue-green mist continued to surge relentlessly behind him. Thus, almost at regular intervals, Mo Jianli, amidst the white light, would find the mist closing in, compelled to frequently activate his two unique treasures, unleashing red lightning to barely repel the attacks of the ethereal figures within the mist and regain some distance. This relentless pursuit and entanglement had continued for nearly a full day and night. Even with his great cultivation level, the continuous deployment of such secret techniques had nearly depleted half of his internal qi. Had it not been for the recent sensing of his法宝 indicating that Han Li was nearby, he might have had to resort to life-saving measures involving significant depletion of his true energy. For a journey of several million miles, such a distance truly counted for little in their realm. When Mo Jianli once again summoned his treasures to drive off the two colossal beast figures, a flash of luminous light appeared in the sky ahead, and a streak of jade-green light surged forth, directly heading toward him. Mo Jianli was overjoyed upon seeing this scene and immediately decided not to use his instant-translocation magic to move away. Instead, he suddenly threw the small white flag in his hand straight up toward his head. The flag spun once, and waves of bright white light surged forth, instantly forming a thick luminous shield that enveloped him. At the same time, he struck hard with the deep red small hammer in his other hand, aiming it forcefully into the empty space behind him. With Han Li's assistance now, he naturally wanted to give his pursuing forces a solid lesson, settling their earlier embarrassment from his hasty retreat. A sound like the heavens splitting and the earth cracking erupted. The thick layer of dark clouds floating in the sky was violently torn apart by an earth-shaking force, and a red lightning bolt hundreds of feet long shot down swiftly, striking the giant toad with sudden, overwhelming force. The toad’s spectral form wavered, and countless deep red filaments of electricity shot out erratically before dissipating in a brief "puff" of sound. Yet strangely, the other colossal scorpion phantom suddenly emitted a sharp, painful hiss, then rolled on the ground, gradually dissolving into mist and dispersing. The rolling, azure-green mist began to converge toward the center, and after a moment, the mist vanished entirely, revealing the true form hidden within. It was a monster with a scorpion's body and a toad's head, several dozen feet long, its eyes blazing crimson. A pair of immense wings sprouted from its back—seeming both real and ethereal, with countless faces subtly twisting and shimmering upon them. The creature's eyes flashed with cold light, fixed upon Mo Jianli, and emitted a series of strange, gurgling croaks. At the same time, the strange, massive wings radiated a deep, eerie laughter. As soon as this laughter reached Mo Jianli's ears, his eyelids drooped, and his awareness grew heavy, as though he were sinking into sleep. "Unfortunate!" he murmured silently. Though he clearly sensed the situation was dire, he found himself sluggish and unable to summon even a single strand of spiritual awareness throughout his body. He silently groaned in his heart, realizing after such a prolonged pursuit and entanglement that he had never known his opponent possessed such an odd and mysterious soul-based secret technique. At that moment, the scorpion-bodied, turtle-headed monster shook its massive wings, instantly transforming the wings into two blurred, several-zhang-long great blades, which then slowly descended and swept toward Mo Jianli, cutting through him. Though the movement appeared remarkably slow, within the span of a single blink, the blades reached the very apex of Mo Jianli's head and seamlessly penetrated his protective light shield without any resistance. This time, Mo Jianli's face truly turned pale. With mounting urgency, he was about to summon every ounce of strength, urgently activating his inner Yuan婴 (infant spirit) to execute a desperate counterattack—when a sudden ripple of disturbance arose behind him, and a surprised voice echoed: "Wait a moment—what kind of creature is this? It seems rather strange." As soon as the words were spoken, a thunderous roar erupted behind him, and countless golden electric arcs burst forth from the point of the voice, striking the two strange blades with tremendous force. It was precisely when Han Li sensed the situation was turning critical that he promptly employed his divine teleportation technique, moving to behind Mo Jianli and releasing a divine, pestilential thunderbolt to deflect the fatal blow. A tremendous roar erupted in the void! As soon as the golden lightning arcs came into contact with the massive blades, they instantly extinguished the swirling blue and green energies coating them, wiping out a significant portion of them. The blades themselves emitted a mournful cry and then gradually faded, vanishing into thin air. At that very moment, the blue and green energies on the monster's back surged and rippled, and a pair of massive wings reappeared, though noticeably smaller than when they had first emerged. The scorpion-bodied, turtle-headed monster narrowed its bloodshot eyes, and the gaze fixed upon Han Li now subtly conveyed a hint of apprehension. At this juncture, Han Li gently pressed his palm against Mo Jianli's shoulder. Instantly, a refreshing coolness swept through Mo Jianli's body. Mo Jianli felt a sudden surge of energy, and the heavy, drowsy sensation he had previously experienced vanished entirely, restoring his command over his spiritual awareness. "Thank you, Han brother! You must be especially cautious—this creature is the famed 'Che Qi Zi,' a fearsome being from the ancient Kshatriya realm. Even a high-stage cultivator trapped within it will be reduced to blood water within a matter of moments." Mo Jianli quickly expressed his gratitude and added a reminder. "I didn't realize it was such an ancient beast. That's why I thought even you, my friend, wouldn't dare to engage it directly. However, the ancient texts never mention this creature possessing such a powerful, dominant soul-seizing technique." Upon hearing this, Han Li finally felt a bit enlightened, yet instead of showing fear, he displayed a growing interest. With a slight shift in his posture, he materialized somewhat blurry before Mo Jianli and carefully studied the ghostly Che Qi Zi. "Actually, I'm not entirely certain about this either. Such beings are only occasionally mentioned in ancient texts—perhaps they were simply omitted. If it weren't for this, I would have surely suffered a serious setback just now." Mo Jianli hurriedly produced a bottle of medicine, took a few pills to restore his magical energy, and then smiled wistfully as he replied.