Han Li's gaze fell upon the remaining five colored flames atop the silver flame figurine's head, and a sense of guilt welled up within him.

When previously trapped within the Nine Dragons Divine Fire Cover, it was the Essence Flame Firebird who had protected him by sacrificing two of its seven-colored Fire Pill Sand flames, granting him the time to communicate with the bottle spirit and subsequently traverse with his physical body.

Han Li felt a pang of heartache for this, but the Essence Flame Firebird seemed unconcerned. After emerging, it continued to hop and skip in Han Li's palm, appearing quite delighted.

"What you have lost, I will certainly replenish in the future," Han Li communicated through mental connection, informing the Essence Flame Firebird.

The silver flame figurine stood in his palm, appearing to understand Han Li's words, and nodded emphatically.

Then, Han Li raised a palm and, with a gesture, levitated the dog-shaped black stone, gently lifting it into the air.

The Essence Flame Firebird, attuned to his mind, flew out without a word, transforming into a patch of silver flame that enveloped the entire black stone.

As layers of silver flame encased and burned, wisps of black smoke began to emerge from the black rock, its surface gradually melting away like ice crystals.

The attached blackness grew increasingly faint, and the entire rock seemed to peel away layer by layer, gradually revealing what lay inside.

Han Li's eyes were fixed on the increasingly thin rock, and the look of surprise in his eyes grew more intense.

After a moment, the entire outer layer of black stone was completely melted and peeled away, revealing something that resembled an ice crystal, and within the ice crystal was curled up a small beast covered in white fluff.

When Han Li clearly saw the appearance of the small beast, he couldn't help but exclaim, "Xiao Bai..."

The small beast curled up in the ice crystal was none other than the Pixiu Xiao Bai, who had followed Jin Tong to the Great Gold Origin Immortal Domain.

Seeing that Han Li seemed to recognize the cub, Sang Tu and the others' expressions changed, filled with surprise.

Han Li paid no attention to the others and, after instructing the Essence Flame Firebird to completely melt the last layer of ice crystal, he reached out and took the white small beast into his arms.

However, after the ice crystal receded, Xiao Bai remained with its eyes closed, without a trace of life, appearing like a lifeless corpse.

Han Li's gaze swept over Xiao Bai, and his spiritual sense began to probe around its body.

It was then that he discovered that, although Xiao Bai was no longer sealed by ice crystals, its soul was still in a state of slumber, seemingly locked by a power inherent in its bloodline, falling into a state of suspended animation.

Han Li knew that this was a self-preservation mechanism activated by Xiao Bai, and the hidden worry in his heart lessened somewhat, but for a moment he did not know how to wake it up.

Seeing Han Li in this state, the Essence Flame Firebird did not disturb him, but voluntarily landed on his shoulder, its light flashed, and disappeared.

Han Li calmed down for a moment and began to operate the Soul Refining Art, using one of its secret techniques to enter Xiao Bai's sea of consciousness, trying to wake it up.

However, when he entered Xiao Bai's sea of consciousness, he found that it was pitch black inside, and he couldn't see anything at all.

Moreover, Han Li also felt that in this deep darkness, there seemed to be a strange force attracting his wisp of spiritual thought, sliding it into the deeper darkness.

Alerted, Han Li quickly withdrew the secret technique and retreated from Xiao Bai's sea of consciousness space.

After hesitating for a moment, he once again operated the Soul Refining Art, but this time he did not directly enter Xiao Bai's sea of consciousness, but instead tried to awaken Xiao Bai through the bit of mental connection they once had.

However, when his spiritual sense was cast on Xiao Bai, Han Li suddenly realized that the surroundings darkened, just like before in Xiao Bai's sea of consciousness, and the surroundings fell into a darkness.

Just as he was surprised and uncertain, in the dark void, suddenly the light flowed, and two huge pupils flashing with colored glaze appeared, from which two cold and indifferent gazes were cast, falling on Han Li.

Before Han Li could figure out what was going on, he felt a burst of pain in his sea of consciousness, the Soul Refining Art was interrupted, and he woke up.

"How could this be..." Han Li said in shock, muttering to himself.

"How is it, can you save him?" Sang Tu asked.

"This beast is an old friend of mine. Right now, I don't know why, his sea of consciousness is dark, and when my spiritual sense enters, there are two colored glaze eyes watching me, and I can't wake him up at all." Han Li shook his head and said slowly.

"Dark sea of consciousness, colored glaze eyes... Could this beast be a descendant of the Ink-Eyed Pixiu, one of the Eight Kings of the Ancient Wilderness?" Yun Bao's expression changed when he heard this, and he exclaimed.

Sang Tu's expression also changed when he heard this.

"Ink-Eyed Pixiu?" Han Li asked in confusion.

"According to legend, the Ink-Eyed Pixiu clan has the most powerful spiritual eye supernatural power in the world. Through a pair of colored glaze ink eyes, they can see through the origin and essence of all illusions and recognize the innate treasures born in the heavens. Some even say that their eyes can see through the ethereal cycle of fate." Yun Bao explained.

Han Li's expression was slightly different when he heard this. Xiao Bai did indeed have the supernatural power to discover secret treasures, but it was far less mysterious than Yun Bao said. As for seeing through any illusions or reincarnation, it was even more nonsense.

"Not only that, the eyes of the Ink-Eyed Pixiu can also connect to a strange space. When their cultivation is strong enough, a single glance can capture the enemy into it. If their strength is not far greater than his, they can't even hope to escape that space." Yun Bao continued.

"Xiao Bai does seem to have a special space in his abdomen that can isolate outside exploration. He also needs to open his mouth to swallow when capturing others, but I have never seen any connection with his eyes." Han Li pondered for a moment and said.

"Alas, it seems that it was precisely because the supernatural powers of the Ink-Eyed Pixiu clan were too strange that after the Ink-Eyed Pixiu Lord who served as the True Spirit King disappeared, the entire clan suffered a devastating disaster, and very few descendants of their bloodline have survived to this day. If we take him to the Eight Desolate Mountains, he will definitely be regarded as a treasure by all the barbaric tribes. There, the True Spirit King will definitely be able to wake him up." Sang Tu sighed leisurely and said.

A trace of hesitation flashed in Han Li's eyes when he heard this.

He had originally planned to find a place to quietly seclude himself in cultivation. When he had achieved success in cultivation and could advance to the early stage of Great Luo, and when the Time Dao Rune could also be restored, he would immediately go to the Great Gold Origin Immortal Domain to lie dormant and wait for the Reincarnation Hall to act.

But now that he had accidentally encountered Xiao Bai, he had to reconsider.

After thinking for a moment, Han Li decided to save Xiao Bai first. After Xiao Bai woke up and asked about the Nine Yuan Temple, he would then act with the Reincarnation Hall, and his chances of rescuing Jin Tong would be greater.

"Since Xiao Bai can only be saved by going to the Eight Desolate Mountains, I am willing to escort him there with you." Han Li said.

Sang Tu and Yun Bao's expressions both changed when they heard this.

"It is enough for my Silver Horn Rhinoceros clan to escort him." Sang Tu said first.

Yun Bao snorted coldly, saying nothing.

After all, Xiao Bai was found by the Silver Horn Rhinoceros clan, and is now staying with the Silver Horn Rhinoceros clan.

"Chief Sang Tu, I have a question. Are you planning to move your entire clan together to escort Xiao Bai to the Eight Desolate Mountains?" Seeing this, Han Li's expression remained unchanged, and he asked.

"This... naturally not, just bring a group of capable men from the clan." Sang Tu hesitated slightly and said.

"In that case, if you take away all the important combat power of the clan, how will the remaining clansmen take care of themselves? All the main combat power of the Cloud Leopard clan is still here." Han Li raised an eyebrow and asked with a smile.

As soon as he said this, Sang Tu instantly understood the meaning, and a drop of cold sweat could not help but drip from his forehead.

If he really did that, before he returned from the Eight Desolate Mountains with the glory of the tribe, the Cloud Leopard clan, who had been forced to do so, would definitely strike first and kill all the tribal members he had left behind.

At that time, even if he was rewarded and supported by the Eight Desolate Mountains for escorting the bloodline of the Eight Kings, his clansmen would no longer be there.

"I am willing to escort Xiao Bai back to the Eight Desolate Mountains together with the Cloud Pattern Tiger clan." Sang Tu said sincerely.

Yun Bao's expression also became solemn when he heard this, and he cast a grateful look at Han Li.

"Not only that, after you leave, the two tribes will be leaderless, and over time, news will inevitably leak out, and you may be coveted by other tribes. Therefore, you must not only abandon your previous suspicions and not invade each other, but also provide support when one party is in trouble. Only in this way can you ensure that the two tribes can continue to exist for a long time." Han Li continued.

Tusang and Yun Bao both had a look of embarrassment on their faces when they heard this.

The rest of the people in the tent were in a similar situation. How could tens of thousands of years of grievances really be resolved with a smile?

These two tribes would naturally not abandon their hatred because of Han Li's few words and reconcile as before.

"Actually, you don't have to be too embarrassed. It's not that you have to be like this forever. You only need to hold on until you return from the Blood Sacrifice Ceremony in the Eight Desolate Mountains. At that time, you can fight or reconcile as you please." Han Li smiled and said.

Sang Tu and Yun Bao were silent for a long time after hearing this, and finally nodded at the same time and said:

"Thank you for your advice, Senior, we will do as you say."

"Don't call me Senior, just call me Shi Mu, or Fellow Daoist Shi is fine. By the way, when will the Blood Sacrifice Ceremony you mentioned be held?" Han Li said.

"When it was announced thirty years ago, it was said that it would be held in a hundred years, and there are less than seventy years left. The journey to the Eight Desolate Mountains is long, and the time is not very abundant, so we should set off soon." Sang Tu said.

"Then you should return to your respective tribes as soon as possible, arrange the affairs of the tribe, select the escort troops, and we will set off in a few days." Han Li was now the joint leader of the two tribes, and he gave the order.

"Okay." Sang Tu and Yun Bao responded at the same time and said.

After the two left, Sang Tu ordered that the tent be temporarily used as Han Li's residence, and no tribesmen were allowed to approach without permission.

Han Li sat alone in the tent for a moment, raised his hand and waved, opening the Flower Branch Cave Heaven.

Then, he held Xiao Bai horizontally, stepped over the silver light gate, and walked into the bamboo building in the cave heaven.