"Indeed, there are already many such outsiders coming our way. It seems the disturbance caused by the Mo Ling Holy Vessel's arrival earlier was significant enough to have been noticed by the Green Spirit Clan." Han Li replied calmly. "Ah, I see. Senior, please be cautious. Though the Green Spirit Clan, as one of the most powerful ethnic groups in Xiao Ling Heaven, cannot produce true stage cultivators due to the relatively insufficient spiritual energy of this realm, they are capable of communicating with and embodying ancient tree spirit ancestors—whose power rivals that of ordinary true stage cultivators." Zhu Guo'er quickly added. "Ancient tree spirit ancestors—sounds rather intriguing. However, right now is not the time to engage with them. If these Green Spirit Clan members are polite and respectful, I shall simply leave them be. But should they prove impolite and attempt to obstruct me, I won't hesitate to show them a bit of my strength. Furthermore, I must ensure that no one else learns of this exit passage. I'll first set a seal here to conceal the area." Han Li nodded, his eyes flashing with a glint of frost as he spoke. Then, with a swift motion of his sleeve, a dense array of banners shot out from the sleeve, transforming into vibrant, colorful light orbs that flashed briefly before vanishing into the surrounding void. Han Li raised one hand and chanted a spell, pointing at the space where the seven-colored glow hovered. Instantly, a network of five-toned characters emerged, interweaving and shimmering, eventually forming a faint luminous veil that subtly obscured the seven-colored glow. A sharp "thud" echoed. The seven-colored glow blurred slightly, then vanished together with the delicate veil. The previously detectable, subtle spatial ripples were now completely severed. Next, Han Li continued chanting, altering his hand gestures, and once again flicked his sleeve forward. A soft, emerald-hued aura surged forth from the sleeve, coalescing into a large, distinct character, which then burst with a deep, resonant sound. As countless green threads dispersed, an astonishing scene unfolded. The once-fragmented, emerald giant pine, which had long since broken into pieces, suddenly began to rapidly reassemble before the eyes, its form visibly transforming, while the soil depression on the ground gradually filled in. Within just a few breaths, the giant pine and all traces of the soil pit were restored to their original state. After reviewing the scene once more with his divine awareness and confirming no details were missed, Han Li smiled contentedly. Yet, with a simple palm stroke toward the distant void, a thunderous roar erupted. A small mountain several miles away was suddenly crushed flat by an immense force pressing down from above. In the area around the mountain, a vast palm imprint appeared out of nowhere, plunging deep into the ground over ten zhang, with every intricate line and texture clearly visible. "Let's go," Han Li said, offering a slight smile and issuing a single command. The great vessel then roared to life, breaking through the air in a swift motion, and after a few flashes of movement, vanished into the horizon. After a meal's time, in the opposite direction, a flash of inspiration appeared on the horizon, and several brilliant, radiant arches of light broke through the sky, spiraling around the area before suddenly halting at the flattened hillock, then dissipating to reveal three figures with translucent, butterfly-like wings extending from their backs. "From the shape of this palm imprint, it's clearly the work of a powerful human cultivator. But does the human race have such a strong presence?" A flicker of doubt passed over the woman's face. "Previously, there wasn't—our strongest human cultivator was Tie Jun, the recluse from Tianmen Mountain, whose level of cultivation was only slightly superior to ours. Could it be that a new, powerful human cultivator has recently emerged?" The sturdy green spirit man pondered and replied. "Given the vast size of Xiao Ling Tian, how could such a powerful human cultivator have appeared without any word of it spreading? Moreover, it's even more puzzling—regardless of this person's origin, how did they end up precisely at the heart of the Green Sea?" The lean, tall man said coldly. "That point is indeed strange. Only by asking the person who left the imprint can we uncover the truth." The woman flashed a sharp gaze and replied. "Ask him? What do you mean by asking him—what does this human cultivator's presence here signify?" The sturdy man stroked his chin, thoughtfully querying. "What could it possibly mean, except that they wish to intimidate us, hoping we'll retreat in the face of difficulty? Yet, what does he consider the Green Sea to be? Even if that human cultivator truly achieves the highest rank, he must still provide us with some explanation." The slender-faced man sneered, speaking. "That makes perfect sense—otherwise, once this matter spreads, wouldn't all the other clans regard the Green Sea as their own backyard? But then, what about the initial spatial disturbances? Did that human cultivator employ some spatial secret technique, enabling him to bypass our clan's seals and directly teleport here?" The woman asked slowly. "I've sensed the spatial disturbances as well, but upon closer inspection just now, I found no traces of spatial imprints left behind—seems as though the human cultivator himself erased them entirely." The slender-faced man replied without hesitation. "Regardless of how that human cultivator arrived here, once we capture him, everything will become clear." Hehe, his deep penetration into our Green Spirit clan's heartland this time is actually a good thing for us. Otherwise, if he encountered such a strong foe outside, the ancient tree ancestral spirits might not have been able to summon them smoothly," the sturdy man suddenly smiled. "Indeed, so then—what are we waiting for? Let's go after him immediately. With his great prowess, even if the other clanspeople leverage the power of the Green Sea, they probably won't be able to hold off for long," the woman nodded in agreement. The other two Green Spirit men naturally had no objections. Together, the three of them cast their light trails and once again transformed into three streaks of brilliant light, racing off toward where the great vessel had vanished. ... On the other side, the Black Spirit vessel continued to fly, its engines still roaring. Yet, around the area, a number of thousands of Green Spirit clan members had appeared unexpectedly, wielding various magical instruments and attacking from a distance. A row of magical crystal automatons had already surged forth from the great vessel, casting wide beams of light and surging torrents of lightning in fierce counterattacks, appearing to engage the green spirit族 members in a heated battle. Yet the green spirit族 members, despite their highest attainments reaching the Liangxi stage, were unable to penetrate the great vessel—every attack struck upon it was absorbed by a shimmering black light shield that instantly vanished. Meanwhile, whenever the automatons' attacks approached the green spirit族 members, they were effortlessly blocked by suddenly materializing green leaf-like phantom figures. Though the combat between both sides appeared exceptionally vigorous, there were remarkably few casualties, and the great vessel continued to advance unimpeded. Suddenly, nearly half of the green spirit族 members gathered together, forming an unusual formation, and simultaneously pressed a hand seal while chanting the same incantation. "Boom!" Among the countless towering trees below, a shimmering green glow flashed, and one green leaf phantom emerged, swiftly gathering around the heads of over a hundred Green Spirit clan members before coalescing into a massive, leaf-like phantom several acres in size. With a single flash, it instantaneously materialized above the great vessel, shining brightly as it descended. It appeared as though it would envelop the entire Muru Spirit vessel within its vast leaves. The originally somewhat indistinct colossal leaf silhouette flashed with a surge of emerald light, instantly becoming vivid and tangible, while a powerful aura radiated out from it, causing the giant hand to begin struggling anew. "Merely a petty trick," a faint male voice echoed from within the great vessel. Suddenly, the hand of the young man clenched with force, and an astonishing power surged forth from his fingertips. A sharp "thud!" The emerald leaves were crushed and burst open under the sheer strength of the azure hand. Under the backlash of their magic, hundreds of Green Spirit clan members' faces turned pale, many spewing out precious blood. Some weaker practitioners even plummeted from the sky, falling to the ground. At that moment, the silhouette before the vessel shimmered and faded, and Han Li stepped into view silently. He glanced around at the Green Spirit clan members, then spoke calmly and matter-of-factly: "I had hoped to spare you all. But since you've shown such ingratitude, I shall now send you on your way." As soon as he finished speaking, Han Li rubbed his hands together, and with a thunderous roar, a golden ball of lightning materialized out of thin air, swelling rapidly and drifting upward. Radiant gold light shimmered, and the thunder roared like a storm. In moments, the lightning sphere grew to the size of a pavilion, its surface gleaming with brilliant gold, countless golden arcs flickering and dancing, while a terrifying aura of near-total annihilation surged forth. Upon seeing this, the green-spirit族 members nearby were instantly startled, and one of the leaders, without hesitation, cried out, "Retreat!" and all the green-spirit族 people turned and fled toward the distance. Yet, having already summoned his divine power, Han Li could not simply let them leave. A cold glint passed through his eyes, and with a gentle flick of his finger, a spell flashed and vanished into the massive lightning sphere. Instantly, the sphere exploded with a thunderous crack, and countless golden lightning arcs shot out in every direction.