Han Li returned directly to his secret cave chamber after leaving Hundred-Wine Manor.

After activating all the restrictions within the cave, he sat down cross-legged.

He had completed two steward missions in one go, and although the process wasn't too difficult, he had tired himself out quite a bit without stopping. Now that he had three days of free time, he could refine the immortal wine he drank at Old Man Hu Yan's place and rest a bit.

However, Han Li had only closed his eyes for a short while when he suddenly opened them, his expression changing slightly.

The storage bracelet on his wrist suddenly began to tremble violently without warning.

Before he could do anything, a black light flashed, and the black long saber flew out of it automatically, immediately turning into a black shadow and shooting away like lightning, its speed astonishing.

Since everything happened too suddenly, Han Li didn't stop the long saber at the first moment it flew out. However, he reacted immediately and formed a hand seal with both hands.

Instantly, streaks of azure light appeared within the secret chamber, blocking the black long saber's path.

With a "whoosh!"

The surface of the black long saber radiated a great deal of black light, emitting a sound like a beast's roar. The dark saber light flickered erratically, easily slicing through the streaks of azure light, but its speed slowed down slightly.

Golden light radiated from Han Li's body, and the Mantra Treasure Wheel instantly appeared. Golden ripples spread out, instantly enveloping the surrounding ten-zhang radius, covering the black long saber.

The long saber's speed slowed down again immediately, more than three times. Then, it was swept by an invisible suction force and shot back, landing in Han Li's hand.

Buzz!

The black long saber emitted a trembling sound, constantly shaking and struggling. However, gripped tightly by Han Li's iron-like fingers, it could no longer break free.

"What's going on?" Han Li frowned upon seeing this.

Fang Pan was dead, and this black long saber, which originally belonged to that person, had been carefully refined by him over the years. Why was it behaving so strangely today?

As his mind raced, his immense spiritual sense had already probed into the black saber.

The next moment, his expression darkened again.

The black long saber had completely escaped his control. A surge of invisible power rose from within, blocking his spiritual sense from continuing to penetrate.

"Hmph!" Han Li snorted coldly, and a crystal light flashed between his eyebrows.

An even more immense force of spiritual sense surged out, transforming into a semi-transparent sword shadow about a foot long. After a blur, it slashed into the black saber.

With a "chi la" sound, the sword shadow easily sliced through the invisible power.

This invisible sword shadow was none other than the Mind Sword Incantation.

Han Li's spiritual sense entered the black long saber, passed through layers of restrictions within the saber's body, and quickly reached the deepest part of the restrictions. Before his eyes, a blur appeared, and he found himself in a black space.

This place was covered in countless black lines of varying thickness, like countless dense spiderwebs, forming a huge and complex magic formation. At the center of the formation was a black altar.

A twisting mass of black light floated within the altar, flickering incessantly. The surrounding array patterns seemed to resonate with it, also flickering incessantly.

Han Li's heart jolted when he saw this scene.

After obtaining the black saber, he had carefully refined it, and his spiritual sense had also reached this place.

However, at that time, the array patterns here were not so complex, only about a third of what they were now. There was no such atmosphere at all. The current situation was probably the original appearance of the black saber's core restrictions.

He turned his gaze to the mass of black light.

The mass of black light seemed to sense something. With a flash of light, a somewhat hazy face appeared, looking towards Han Li.

The facial features of this face were blurred, but the eyes were slightly clearer, thin and long, shaped like saber blades, revealing a hint of anger and arrogance.

Han Li's heart stirred when he saw this.

Although this face was not very clear, it was definitely not Fang Pan.

After a moment of thought, he suddenly understood. It seemed that the owner of this black saber was not Fang Pan, but probably someone from whom Fang Pan had borrowed the item.

Although he had carefully refined the saber, if the original owner of the black saber had any means of hiding something, he naturally wouldn't be able to sense it.

"Not good!" Han Li's expression suddenly changed.

The black long saber's owner was now suddenly activating the mark within the saber, probably to sense the saber's specific location in order to retrieve it.

If this person really found his way here, it would be a huge trouble.

As soon as Han Li thought of this, he let out a long roar.

The next moment, a crystal light flashed above the black altar, and a huge semi-transparent sword shadow appeared, slashing fiercely at the mass of black light.

The blurry human face also roared, and with a flash, it transformed into a section of crystalline black chain, somewhat similar to the Gap Severing Chain, lashing out at the sword shadow.

The two collided fiercely!

With a "crack," the black chain was cut into two pieces by the sword shadow, and then, with a "bang," it turned into countless black luminous motes, scattering.

All the array patterns within the black space immediately stopped flashing, returning to calm.

At the same time, the black long saber also stopped trembling, and the light on its surface completely dissipated. It looked docile and obedient, as if it had been completely refined.

However, Han Li's face did not show much joy at this moment. He turned his spiritual sense and looked at the black altar.

Within the altar, an inscription that was neither writing nor drawing radiated a faint spiritual light.

"Life Mark!"

He snorted coldly, urging his thoughts. Above the altar, a transparent sword shadow flashed again, slashing fiercely at the mark.

Bang!

The transparent sword shadow rebounded as if it had struck iron and stone.

The Life Mark only trembled slightly and immediately returned to its original state, as stable and indestructible as a rock.

Han Li's expression darkened, and his eyes flickered uncertainly. He didn't continue to attack but directly withdrew all his spiritual sense.

He looked at the black long saber in his hand, his expression changing.

Just as Han Li's spiritual sense invaded the black long saber, wanting to erase the mark within, countless billions of miles away from Gu Yun Continent, a black giant crane, hundreds of feet in size, was flapping its wings up and down, flying forward.

This crane was covered in black iron feathers, but the feathers on its head were golden, like a golden crown. Black firelight flickered on the surface of the feathers, especially on the two wings, where the black firelight was even denser, faintly forming two larger black fire wings around the wings.

The giant crane flapped its wings rapidly, and with each flap, it teleported forward for hundreds of miles, its speed astonishing.

A yellow-robed man, nearly ten feet tall, with a sallow complexion and a bronze brow guard, was sitting cross-legged on the black crane's back.

The man was surrounded by yellow array flags, more than a hundred of them, radiating yellow light, forming a yellow magic formation dozens of feet in size, flickering dimly and slowly operating.

He formed hand seals, and countless yellow runes flew out of his hands continuously. After circling in the air for a while, they all disappeared into the formation around him, seemingly performing some secret technique.

With a "bang!"

The yellow formation shook violently and shattered, the array flags scattering in all directions.

The sallow-faced man's face paled slightly, and he opened his eyes.

"Damn it!" The man narrowed his eyes, shooting out two cold rays, and roared in a low voice.

With a wave of his hand, the scattered array flags all gathered back, and they all disappeared into the top of his head, disappearing without a trace.

"Master, have you failed to lock onto that person's location?" the black giant crane suddenly spoke, emitting a sharp voice.

"Hmph! Just a little bit short, but I've roughly sensed the direction of that kid's location. That Fang Pan is a waste, it's fine if he died, but he even lost my Black Emperor Immortal Slaughtering Blade." The sallow-faced man snorted coldly.

"Fang Pan is just a pampered young master relying on his sect, how can he compare to you, Master?" The giant crane said flatteringly.

"No matter what, the Black Emperor Immortal Slaughtering Blade is my natal immortal artifact, and it must not be lost. I shouldn't have listened to Fang Pan's one-sided words back then and lent him this treasure." The sallow-faced man said with some regret.

"Speaking of which, this Han Li is really lucky. Not only did he not die back then, but he has now killed Fang Pan instead. But now that you, Master, have taken action, as long as we find that kid, wouldn't it be easy to pinch him to death?" The black giant crane said with a flattering smile.

"I wonder what secrets this kid is hiding, making Fang Pan so persistent. I'm very curious! In any case, we can't let that old ghost know, otherwise, there'll be nothing for me." The sallow-faced man said coldly, his yellow robe bulging, and a vast aura spread out.

The nearby air trembled, making a series of crackling sounds.

Sensing the terrible aura emanating from the man, the black giant crane lowered its head, its body trembling slightly, and its speed increased again.

……

Han Li looked at the black long saber in his hand. As his mind turned, his hands suddenly moved, his fingers quickly forming hand seals.

Dazzling azure light burst out from his hands, turning into huge azure runes that landed on the black saber.

Azure rune patterns appeared on the surface of the black saber, more and more, covering every part of the saber in the blink of an eye.

The black long saber had now become an azure long saber, and no aura was emitted.

This was a treasure-sealing technique he had learned before, which could be used specifically to seal magic treasures.

After doing all this, Han Li took out a black long box. This object was clearly also a treasure, its surface shimmering with spiritual light, faintly emitting a strange aura.

He put the black long saber into it, then flipped his hand and took out a few sealing talismans, sticking them all over the black box.

Han Li looked at the black box in his hand, his brows furrowed slightly.

Although he had applied so many seals, he was still not sure that he could completely isolate the perception of the saber's original owner.

In other words, if this item remained with him, there was still a risk of being found.

Although he didn't know what relationship the saber's owner had with Fang Pan, they were definitely enemies, not friends.

He didn't know what special means that person had used to refine the saber, making the mark within so stubborn.

According to Han Li's estimation, with his current cultivation and means, it would take at least a hundred years to completely erase it, refining it little by little with true fire.

Unfortunately, the time cost would be too great, which made him hesitate.