It was still late at night, and everything was silent.

Han Li left the cave dwelling, a light flashed on his body, and he flew away in a certain direction.

However, he had not flown far when he felt the sky darken before his eyes. A huge, white, misty palm appeared silently out of thin air and fell.

"Chichi" sounds rang out, and countless white fire lotuses appeared out of nowhere like a scattering of flowers. With a turn, countless lotus petals shot out, covering an area of ​​more than a hundred feet, leaving Han Li no way to avoid them.

The air temperature nearby plummeted under the sweep of an extremely cold aura, and even a layer of crystal frost appeared on the ground of the nearby mountains.

Han Li was slightly startled, then raised his hand and threw a punch into the void, and suddenly a force of invisible energy surged out.

"Bang bang bang," a series of chaotic noises!

Almost all of the white fire lotuses collapsed like bubbles, turning into a sky of crystal light and dissipating.

The white giant palm also seemed to be overwhelmed by this force, and the spiritual light on the surface trembled wildly. The nearby void twisted slightly and then burst out with a rumbling hum.

The owner of the giant palm seemed caught off guard, and hurriedly retracted it, disappearing into the void.

Then, the void not far away fluctuated, and a figure shrouded in a layer of white light, unable to see its face, emerged, holding a crystal-clear blue jade ruler in its hand, with a circle of mysterious patterns like spirals engraved on the surface.

As soon as the figure appeared, it flipped its hand and threw the jade ruler into the sky.

The ruler spun rapidly, swelling to a size of more than a hundred feet against the wind. The spiritual patterns on the surface lit up in a series, emitting a dazzling blue light.

The white figure raised a hand.

A loud sound pierced the air!

Immediately, the giant ruler let out a long cry, and with the sound of wind and thunder, it slashed down towards where Han Li was.

Han Li's eyes flashed slightly, his sleeve moved, and one of his palms extended out, with five fingers separated, grabbing into the void.

Before he could really grab it, a force that solidified the air surged like a landslide and tsunami toward the giant ruler, causing the spiritual light on the surface to tremble wildly. It spun in the air, unable to fall.

At this moment, the spiritual patterns on the surface of the giant ruler flourished, and a phantom of a monster with a bull's head and a dragon's body faintly appeared, opening its mouth and making a strange noise like a bull's roar.

The blue giant ruler vibrated with a buzzing sound and was about to press down again.

Han Li narrowed his eyes, urging the Little Dipper Stellar Yuan Art in his body. Suddenly, five points of blue light flashed at his chest and abdomen, faintly revealing a clear pattern of the Big Dipper constellation, but only five of the stars were dazzling, and the other two were dim.

His five outstretched fingers suddenly closed, and the nearby void twisted and swayed violently!

The monstrous dragon phantom on the surface of the blue giant ruler let out a wail and collapsed with a "bang."

"Fellow Daoist Han, I am Sima Jingming, please be merciful!" The white figure hurriedly said upon seeing this.

As the voice fell, the white light around him converged, revealing a purple-robed man with white hair.

Han Li's eyes flashed, and the fist he was about to fully clench paused.

Sima Jingming made a lightning-fast hand seal, and the blue giant ruler shook and shrank a hundredfold, flashing back into his hand.

He then breathed a sigh of relief.

Just now, through this spiritual treasure in his hand, he could clearly feel how terrifying the other party's grip was. If he had hesitated for a moment longer, this treasure would have been destroyed or its spirituality greatly diminished.

Although he had not used his full strength, judging from the other party's understated appearance, it was clear that he had also shown mercy.

"What does Fellow Daoist Sima mean by this?" Han Li asked with his hands behind his back, his face expressionless.

"Fellow Daoist Han, don't mind. I have no intention of offending you, I just wanted to test your true strength. After all, your agreement with the old ancestor is extremely important to this sect. I have to see what this sect's millions of years of accumulation can exchange for." Sima Jingming said with a smile, putting away the jade ruler with a flip of his hand.

"How does Fellow Daoist feel now?" Han Li raised his eyebrows slightly, revealing a smile that was not a smile.

"Brother Han's strength far exceeds my expectations, and he can cultivate the Little Dipper Stellar Yuan Art to such a level in such a short period of time, which is truly eye-opening. Some people in this sect have also cultivated this technique before, but unfortunately, they only scratched the surface." Sima Jingming sighed softly, sincerely praising him.

"Fellow Daoist Sima is too kind." Han Li said with a slight smile.

He paused for a moment, then continued, "Regarding the lost classics from your sect's Sutra Depository, I can engrave them after I finish this trip."

"Fellow Daoist Han is too polite. This sect has another copy of the missing classics. I just hope that you will not forget what you promised the old ancestor." Sima Jingming said, cupping his hands at Han Li from afar.

"What I have promised will naturally never be broken." Han Li said frankly.

"Good, with those words, I can rest assured. Brother Han seems to have something to do, so I won't disturb you." Sima Jingming once again cupped his fists at Han Li, knowing when to quit.

Han Li didn't say much. He was wrapped in a cyan spiritual light and flew into the distance, disappearing without a trace in the blink of an eye.

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Immortal World, Northern Cold Immortal Region.

A verdant peak over a thousand feet high was shrouded in a thick mist of spiritual energy. Atop the peak stood a magnificent golden hall, shining brightly in the morning sun.

At this moment, in the hall, an old man with a long beard, wearing a purple-gold Taoist robe and a lotus treasure crown, was sitting on a rosewood chair, holding a crystal-clear jade cup, sipping slowly. He then raised his head and looked at the person in front of him.

The person was in his twenties or thirties, dressed in black tights. He bowed respectfully to the old man and said, "Immortal Master Tongxu, this junior, Fang Pan, is visiting presumptuously today, hoping that the immortal master can use his Heavenly Mystery Arts to help me find someone."

"I'm not interested in who you are. You should be clear about the rules of this Tongxu Pavilion, right?" The old man gently placed the teacup on the tea table next to him and said indifferently.

"A ten-thousand-year Void Sea Purple Yang Flower, two high-grade Golden Pupil Dragon Eye Stones, plus a bottle of Boyang Returning Yin Water. I wonder if the immortal master is satisfied?" The black-clothed youth immediately took half a step forward and said.

After speaking, two exquisite purple boxes and a white jade bottle appeared in the void in front of him. The box lids and bottle stoppers were opened, revealing the contents inside.

The old man glanced over, his eyes lit up slightly, and he nodded slightly, saying, "That's enough sincerity. Tell me, who are you looking for?"

"This person is a formidable enemy I encountered before. I originally thought he had died at my hands three hundred years ago, but I recently learned that he may still be alive. I just don't know where he is now, and I hope the immortal master can help me find him," the black-clothed youth said, frowning slightly.

"Do you have anything related to his bloodline, or hair, scales, or the like?" the old man asked.

The black-clothed youth hesitated for a moment, flipped his wrist, took out a white porcelain bottle, handed it over, and said,

"This person's bloodline is a bit special. When I fought with him back then, I managed to obtain a drop of his essence blood. Immortal Master, please see if it is useful?"

The old man took the porcelain bottle, shook it, and felt that it was quite heavy in his hand. When he opened the bottle cap and smelled it slightly, his expression suddenly changed.

"Amazing, strange, who is this person? His bloodline actually contains so many true spirit powers?" Immortal Master Tongxu exclaimed in surprise.

"This... To be honest, Immortal Master, this person is someone who ascended from the lower realm. He possesses many strange techniques and supernatural powers. His strength is indeed not weak. This junior was only lucky enough to defeat him back then," the black-clothed youth said after a slight hesitation.

"Someone who ascended from the lower realm... Very well, follow me."

Immortal Master Tongxu pondered for a moment, stood up, put his hands behind his back, and walked toward the back hall of the hall.

The black-clothed youth followed him around a delicate gold-lacquered screen in the hall, passed through the back hall, and came to a secret room.

The secret room was very spacious. Three layers of circular secret patterns were engraved on the ground, which were clearly some kind of extremely complex formation pattern. There were no tables, chairs, or objects in the room, only a bronze urn placed in the very center.

The large urn was about three feet high and was also covered with ancient and strange patterns, which were closely connected to the patterns on the ground, forming a seamless whole.

The black-clothed youth followed Immortal Master Tongxu to the front of the large urn and looked down, only to see that the urn was full of black liquid, and the blurred reflection of the two people was reflected on the surface of the liquid.

The old man opened the porcelain bottle in his hand, flipped his wrist, and poured the drop of essence blood hidden inside.

"Ding Dong"

A drop of light golden blood slipped from the bottle, fell into the urn, made a soft sound, and splashed a series of concentric ripples, spreading around.

Immediately afterwards, Fang Pan saw that the liquid in the urn, which was originally as black as ink, immediately faded little by little towards the surroundings with that layer of ripples. In the blink of an eye, the inside of the urn became extremely clear.

Through the surface of the liquid, he could see that a circle of ring-shaped patterns was also engraved at the bottom of the urn.

Seeing this, Immortal Master Tongxu moved his lips and immediately chanted obscure and difficult-to-understand incantations.

"Open"

After a long time, he only heard him shout sharply, pointing at his glabella with one hand, and then pointing at the bronze urn.

With a muffled sound of "buzz...", when the bronze urn was pointed on the edge of the urn with his fingers, it suddenly shook, and the patterns engraved on the urn body suddenly emitted a strong cyan light.

Then, the light spread down along the runes and quickly lit up the entire ground formation.

Before Fang Pan could react, the entire person was enveloped in a blue light.

In a daze, he found that he was standing on a wide body of water. Looking around, he saw that he was surrounded by a circle of cyan mountains.

"This is... inside the urn!" After watching for a while, the black-clothed youth murmured to himself in a daze.

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