Han Li heard this and took the jade slip from Lu Yuqing, pressing it to his forehead.

"This map is quite detailed, but I wonder where Miss Han obtained it? From that stone tablet?" After a while, Han Li withdrew his divine sense from the jade slip, handed it back, and asked.

"Yes, it is. It's because of this map that I wanted to venture into this Endless Sand Sea. However, even with a map in hand, I still need Brother Han's strength in this Endless Sand Sea." Lu Yuqing nodded.

"I will do my best wherever I can." Han Li said noncommittally.

After saying that, he tapped the flying boat beneath his feet.

The light emitted by the Azure Kite Flying Boat suddenly brightened, and it plunged into the vast desert.

As soon as they entered the Sand Sea, the two immediately felt a sudden heat around them, as if they had entered a steamer, making their chests feel faintly stuffy.

"Miss Lu, let's try to confirm our location first." Han Li's expression remained unchanged, but he felt a chill in his heart and said.

"Brother Han is right, although we don't know the specific location here, we should be able to find it as long as we encounter two or three places recorded on the map." Lu Yuqing nodded.

……

At the same time.

In a certain mountain range in the Immortal World, the mountains here are majestic and unparalleled, with straight mountain bodies and few undulations, and the tops of the peaks are sharp, like giant swords pointing straight to the sky.

Deep in the mountains, there lies a majestic ancient castle complex.

These ancient castle buildings have a unique style, whether it is the roof, the eaves, or the decorations, there are various sword-shaped patterns and reliefs everywhere.

Large swords, heavy swords, thin swords, short swords, countless sword shapes fill every corner of this ancient castle.

The ancient castles are brightly lit everywhere, and many people come and go, or fly through the air.

These people are all wearing dark gold robes, with the word 'Bear' embroidered on the cuffs, which seems to be a powerful cultivator family.

In a dark secret room deep in the ancient castle, there is a black stone platform about ten feet in size, on which lies a young man.

The man's eyes are tightly closed, motionless, without any aura flowing out of his body, and without the slightest vitality, he is simply a corpse.

Around the corpse on the stone platform, a circle of mysterious patterns is engraved, which seems to be some kind of special spiritual pattern.

Above the young man's head, there is an dark cyan oil lamp.

However, the flame of this oil lamp is very weak now, and it flickers constantly, as if it is about to go out at any time.

A black talisman is attached to the man's chest, with mysterious runes engraved on it, emitting a special aura fluctuation.

Suddenly, a "squeak" broke the silence here, the door of the secret room was opened, and two figures walked in one after the other.

The first person is an old man with white hair, fair and rosy skin, without a trace of wrinkles, like an immortal old man.

Behind the white-haired old man, there is a middle-aged man, whose cheeks are a strange dark cyan color, and his eyes have more white than black, which looks extremely strange.

The two walked to the stone platform and stood still, their eyes focused on the black talisman.

"Is it today?" the white-haired old man suddenly asked.

"It is. I have calculated it with the Celestial Calculation, it is today." The cyan-faced man took out a cyan abacus-like thing, with abacus beads intertwined on it, and they were constantly sliding on their own.

"Shan'er, this child, has the best aptitude among the younger generation of our Xiong family, but unfortunately he was born into a collateral line. His experience has been bumpy, which has led to his arrogance. Over the years, he has refused to accept the family's assistance and insisted on taking his own path. I hope that after this catastrophe, he can understand and let go of those unnecessary insistence." The white-haired old man sighed.

The cyan-faced man nodded, and just as he was about to say something, his eyebrows suddenly raised, and he said, "It's here."

As soon as he finished speaking, the black talisman on the young man's chest suddenly burned automatically, turning into a ball of pitch-black flame.

The patterns around the stone platform all shone brightly, blooming with black light, forming a black halo, covering the young man's corpse.

Seeing this scene, the white-haired old man immediately flicked his finger.

A black light flew out and submerged into the black flame in front of the young man.

The flame suddenly brightened, and suddenly split open, turning into five parts.

Immediately afterwards, several black lights flew out from the five clusters of flames, connecting with each other, forming a pentagram formation.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh!

The secret room was immediately filled with gusts of gloomy wind, with faint sounds of ghosts crying and wolves howling, and the atmosphere of Yin coldness was greatly increased.

However, it was obvious that the white-haired old man and the cyan-faced man did not care about this, and their eyes were fixed on the pentagram formation.

The void in the center of the formation suddenly twisted, and a black shadow appeared, wriggling like a living thing.

The shadow wriggled for a moment, and suddenly cracked with a "chi la" sound, and a space crack appeared out of thin air.

The next moment, a golden light flew out of the space crack and disappeared into the young man's body in a flash.

After an unknown amount of time, golden light suddenly appeared on the young man's body.

Seeing this scene, the white-haired old man's eyes lit up, and he waved his hand to emit a white light, covering the young man's body.

The young man's originally pale face quickly returned to normal, and his heart gradually began to beat, gradually emitting a breath of life.

The cyan lamp above the man's head also suddenly brightened several times and was extremely stable, burning quietly.

After an unknown amount of time, the young man's eyes moved slightly, and he slowly opened them.

However, his pupils were scattered, and it took a while to return to normal.

"Where is this? No, I'm not already..." He showed a look of surprise in his eyes, looking around, and soon saw the white-haired old man and the other two.

"Patriarch, Fourth Uncle!" His expression changed, and he moved his body, wanting to sit up.

"Shan'er, the Soul Transference Technique has just been completed, your body cannot move yet, lie down and rest." The white-haired old man reached out and pressed the young man's shoulder, and said.

The young man moved his lips a few times, but he didn't insist and lay down.

"Patriarch, what's going on? I should have already... why did I return to the family?" the young man asked.

"This is all thanks to your Fourth Uncle. He calculated that you would have such a life-and-death catastrophe, but he couldn't figure out when this catastrophe would appear or who it would befall. So when you left the family, he secretly set up a Soul Transference Secret Technique in your Nascent Soul. Once your Nascent Soul is fatally injured, it will automatically transfer and teleport back to the family, allowing you to seize another body." The white-haired old man explained slowly.

"So that's how it is, thank you Fourth Uncle, otherwise this nephew would have fallen." The young man was silent for a moment, and said to the cyan-faced man.

"You and I are close uncles and nephews, these are extraneous words." The cyan-faced man waved his hand.

"Fourth Uncle, your Celestial Calculation loses at least ten thousand years of cultivation every time you use it. This time, you have lost at least one hundred thousand years of cultivation for me to predict my fate. How can this nephew feel at ease?" A complicated look flashed in the young man's eyes, and he said.

"What is a mere one hundred thousand years of cultivation? As long as you can return safely, Fourth Uncle will be relieved." The cyan-faced man smiled slightly, and said.

The young man lowered his eyes and said nothing.

"Shan'er, what kind of enemy did you encounter in the Northern Cold Immortal Territory that caused you to suffer such a big loss?" the white-haired old man suddenly asked.

When the young man heard this, a sharp light flashed in his eyes, but he did not speak for a long time.

"Forget it, since you don't want to, then I won't ask. I'll leave this matter to you to handle." The white-haired old man shook his head, and said.

"Thank you, Patriarch." The young man nodded to the old man.

"Now that you're back, don't leave for the time being. We will help you recover your cultivation as soon as possible, and the Immortal Palace has sent several edicts, so you should go to the Immortal Palace to take office first. We can talk about other things later." The white-haired old man said again.

The young man frowned, was silent for a moment, and nodded slowly.

Seeing this, the white-haired old man and the cyan-faced man looked at each other, and a trace of joy appeared in their eyes.

……

In the sky above a red wasteland, two dazzling rays of light, one red and one gold, were fighting here, shaking the earth.

The two-colored rays of light collided fiercely, emitting a series of earth-shattering loud noises, the void trembled, and gusts of terrifying hurricane swept towards the surroundings.

Occasionally, one or two rays of light scattered down, blasting giant pits into the ground, setting off a cloud of red sand and dust.

One side of the battle was a woman in a silver robe, Qu Ling.

She stood on the back of a golden beetle, which was now as large as a mountain, emitting a dazzling golden light.

The other side facing her was as many as seven or eight people, all wearing fire-red robes, with a lifelike fire crow pattern embroidered on the robes. It was the Zhenyan Sect and all members were present, but the figures of Hu Yandao and Yun Ni were not seen.

The Zhenyan Sect members looked pale, especially Xu Yangzi and the other two. Their clothes were damaged, and they could vaguely see some blood stains, as if they were injured.

Led by Xu Yangzi and the other two, the Zhenyan Sect members formed a flame-shaped formation, with a fire-red banner suspended above their heads, burning with raging flames.

Streams of flames shot out from the eight fire banners, shooting towards Qu Ling and the golden beetle.

Each one emitted a terrifyingly high temperature, and wherever the flames passed, the void trembled.

Qu Ling leisurely stood on the back of the golden beetle, playing with a green gourd in her hand, and did not make a move.

The golden beetle beneath her waved its two front claws, and streams of crystal light, each about ten feet long, shot out, as dense as rain, and collided with the scarlet flames.

Amidst the sound of explosions, the crystal light and flames dissipated in pairs, canceling each other out.

"Qu Ling, our Zhenyan Sect has no grievances with you, why did you suddenly attack us?" Xu Yangzi looked at the golden beetle, his pupils shrank, and then he roared at Qu Ling.

"Coming to this Netherfrost Immortal Mansion is naturally for treasure hunting. But you see, I'm only one person, and the efficiency is really not high, so before entering the Immortal Mansion, I left some marks on you. That way, after entering the Immortal Mansion, I don't have to be so hurried. I just need to find you and kill you, and the treasures you find will naturally belong to me. It's such a quick and easy way to find treasures, isn't it a good idea?" Qu Ling raised her head and smiled at Xu Yangzi and the others.