"Fellow Daoist Han, I have something I don't understand. You are now a thorn in the side of the Heavenly Court. How dare you still go to the Great Jin Source Immortal Domain?" Lan Yan really couldn't understand Han Li's actions and couldn't help but ask.

"Things you can't think of, the Heavenly Court may not be able to think of either. What's that saying? The most dangerous place is often the safest place." Han Li replied with a smile.

Lan Yan naturally knew that these were evasive words, but seeing that the other party was unwilling to reveal the real reason, she wisely stopped asking.

At this moment, Lichima suddenly trotted over and said:

"Kid, we've been through thick and thin together this time. This old ancestor finds you pleasing to the eye. Consider whether you want to return to the Desolate Wilderness Realm with us?"

"Thank you for your appreciation, but I still have some things to deal with, so I won't be traveling with you." Han Li said with a smile, cupping his fists.

"Alright! This is for you. If you have a chance or need anything in the future, feel free to come to the Desolate Wilderness Realm to find me." Lichima suddenly raised a hoof, and a snow-white light lit up in front of him, flying to Han Li.

Han Li raised his hand to take it and found that it was a palm-sized round scale, snow-white in color and covered with layers of water patterns, filled with a desolate and fierce aura.

"Thank you." Han Li probed it slightly and then put it away.

After that, he said goodbye to Lan Yan and Hu San and others, and then flew away.

After their aura completely disappeared into the sky, Lichima, who had been gazing into the distance, suddenly had a flash in his eyes, and snow-white light lit up all over his body. Countless white air currents gathered around him, enveloping his entire body.

Hu San watched in surprise, his face full of doubt.

In the vortex of white air currents, Lichima gradually stood upright, his figure gradually shrinking, and he transformed into a human form.

After all the light and air currents dissipated, he was replaced by a tall and handsome young man, wearing a white robe, with snow-white hair tied high with a jeweled jade crown. He looked elegant and extraordinary.

"I was presumptuous before, offending the young master. I hope the young master will forgive me." As soon as the man appeared, Liu Zizai bowed and said with cupped fists.

"Uncle Liu, there's no need to be like this. Everything I did before was my intention. What fault do you have?" The handsome young man Lichima transformed into stepped forward and helped Liu Zizai up, saying.

"This... what's going on?" Hu San was completely stunned and muttered in surprise.

"Let's go, I'll explain it to you on the way." Lichima was not surprised and waved his hand with a smile, saying.

As he waved his palm, a piece of snow-white light immediately flashed in front of him, and a three-story snow-white building ship reappeared out of thin air, with carved beams and painted pillars, studded with pearls and jade, looking radiant with talismanic light, extremely luxurious.

The three of them flew up and landed on the snow-white building ship.

Without Lichima driving it in any way, white whirlwinds rose from under the building ship, lifting the hull and turning it into a white escape light, which disappeared in a flash.

...

In the blink of an eye, more than three years had passed.

In the northern foothills of the Jin Source Mountain Range, a dark red spirit boat sped past above a river that stretched for ten thousand miles.

It was said to be a spirit boat, but it was not small in size, with two-story pavilions built on it.

At this moment, Jiao San, dressed in a green dress, was standing behind the railing on the second floor of the pavilion, gazing into the void.

"Senior Huaiyangzi, now that we have left the Jin Source Mountain Range area, I need you to drive the spirit boat for the next journey. I need to go into seclusion for a while." Jiao San said after watching for a while, withdrawing her gaze.

"Fellow Daoist Jiao San, rest assured, leave this matter to me." Huaiyangzi, who was standing on the deck of the spirit boat, replied immediately after hearing this.

"Then I'll trouble you." Jiao San cupped her fists and said, then turned and returned to the pavilion.

Once inside the pavilion, she raised her hand and pinched a magic formula, pointing her fingers towards the sky above her head.

A dark red light burst out from her fingertips and struck a dark red token hanging above her head.

As soon as the light flew in, the dark red token immediately spun around.

A layer of light curtain expanded from it, gradually enveloping the entire pavilion, all auras were sealed within, no longer leaking out at all, and not subject to any external interference.

Seeing this, Jiao San sat down cross-legged, pinched a strange magic formula with both hands, and a sound of chanting rang out from her mouth.

Immediately afterwards, complex runes lit up beneath her, like red ribbons constantly moving and flowing from beneath her, then rising along the surrounding light curtain, circulating back and forth, again and again.

Jiao San was in the light curtain, a layer of blurred light lit up around her, as if layers of phantoms were emerging, and her figure became unreal. A force of Reincarnation Law began to envelop the surroundings.

Her eyes suddenly flashed red, her pupils suddenly shrank, and her gaze instantly became empty, as if her soul had been instantly drawn away, turning into an empty shell of flesh.

But then, a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, her eyelids closed, and she fell into endless darkness.

But when she opened her eyes again, the scene in front of her had completely changed, and her figure actually appeared in a strange gray space.

There were no other objects in the space, only rivers winding for tens of thousands of miles flowing through it.

Jiao San's figure seemed illusory, her whole body floating in the void, and she stroked forward as if swimming, leisurely gliding from above one of the dark red rivers, heading upstream.

There were five other rivers next to this one, each with a different color and scene. Some had rapid currents and great momentum, while others had variable water properties, sometimes fast and sometimes slow, and so on.

One of them was a silver river, with a gentle current, flowing smoothly, and countless water droplets of light, large and small, flowed through it, with images flashing inside.

Jiao San only dared to glance at it slightly each time, never daring to keep her eyes on it, otherwise an invisible pulling force would pull her into the gurgling river.

She flew all the way up the dark red river, not knowing how long she had flown, and finally saw all the rivers gradually narrow, eventually converging to the same source, turning into one river.

The river did not know where it originated from, and the river water rolled like yellow pulp, chaotic and unclear. There was also a dark red stone arch bridge built on it.

The surface of the stone arch bridge was smooth and natural, looking like a crystal stone platform. The river flowed under the stone arch, and naturally divided into six, stretching and flowing away.

Jiao San's gaze fell under the stone arch bridge, and her brows suddenly furrowed.

She unexpectedly found that on the river beach under the arch bridge, there was a slender black-clothed woman sitting with her back to her, with a pair of snow-white bare feet like lotus roots, immersed in the newly separated dark red river.

The woman never turned around, so Jiao San could never see her face.

In fact, Jiao San did not dare to look over there too much, because there was still a figure on the stone arch bridge, sitting on the side of the stone arch bridge with his feet dangling in the air.

His figure was somewhat hunched, he wore a large bamboo hat on his head, and a heavy raincoat on his body, with his body facing the turbid river with his back to the six branch rivers.

The man also held a green bamboo pole with white spots, and a dark red crystal thread was suspended from the tip of the pole, hanging into the water, as if he was leisurely fishing.

Jiao San's figure flew to the arch bridge, but could not land on it, still maintaining a suspended state.

"Greetings, Palace Master." Jiao San said solemnly, saluting.

The man wearing a bamboo hat and a raincoat was none other than the famous Palace Master of Reincarnation.

"Is that matter over there settled? It's faster than I expected. Tell me roughly what happened." The Palace Master of Reincarnation did not turn to look at her, but just said.

"Yes, Wen Taisui..." Jiao San nodded and immediately told the whole story of the journey to the Years Pagoda.

After she finished speaking, the Palace Master of Reincarnation did not immediately judge the merits and demerits, but pondered for a moment before saying:

"Shi Kongmo is no ordinary person. You still need to observe him carefully in the future."

"Does the Palace Master think... he is pretending to be crazy?" Jiao San frowned and asked.

"It doesn't matter whether he's pretending to be crazy or not, as long as the object of his madness is not us. Of course, the matter of helping him find his wife and children cannot be neglected. All the resources in the palace can be mobilized." The Palace Master of Reincarnation shook his head and said.

"Yes." Jiao San responded.

"Now that that thing has been found, many of the previous deployments can be mobilized. This time, it should be enough to keep the Heavenly Court busy for a while." The Palace Master of Reincarnation said.

"When I return to the palace, I can start to promote this matter." Jiao San said.

After that, neither of them spoke again. After a long silence, the Palace Master of Reincarnation suddenly asked:

"Putting aside objective performance, what do you think of that person from your subjective judgment?"

"Reporting to the Palace Master, after several dealings with him, I think this person is first-class in terms of scheming, courage, ability, and means. He will definitely be able to make great use of it in the future. I hope to include him in the next action as well." Jiao San said.

"You can handle this as you see fit..." The Palace Master of Reincarnation said.

"Yes." Jiao San said.

"Using the Reincarnation Secret Technique to find me this time must have cost you a lot of Law Crystal Threads. These are considered compensation for you." The Palace Master of Reincarnation adjusted the bamboo hat on his head and said.

With that, he shook his wrist, and the bamboo pole in his hand flipped upward, and the dark red crystal thread hanging in the water jumped out of the water, with a mass of dark red light hanging on it, and was pulled out together.

The Palace Master of Reincarnation grabbed the dark red light ball, rubbed it casually, and turned it into a dark red bead.

With a flick of his finger, the bead flew out and hit Jiao San's brow directly, disappearing into it with a flash of light.

Jiao San suddenly encountered a strong wind, her figure flew backwards at a high speed, and her eyes went black.

Inside the second floor pavilion of the dark red spirit boat, Jiao San, who was sitting cross-legged with her eyes closed, suddenly opened her eyes, as if waking up from a dream, sweating all over and breathing heavily.

After slightly stabilizing the fluctuations of her soul, Jiao San's aura gradually stabilized.

She raised her hand and gently rubbed her brow, feeling a slight throbbing pain, but a cool sensation came from within, containing a trace of the aura of Reincarnation Law, which made her feel delighted.

After the joy, the figure of the woman sitting on the river bank with her back to her reappeared in Jiao San's mind, and many doubts arose in her heart.

Who is that person? What is her relationship with the Palace Master?