"Indeed. After so many years away, it doesn't seem to have changed much." Han Li said, looking at Black Wind City with a hint of emotion.

The Reincarnation Temple's invasion of the Northern Cold Immortal Domain didn't seem to have had much impact on the city's daily life.

Thinking back, the Reincarnation Temple had been lurking in the True Immortal Realm for so many years, gradually developing into a powerful force capable of challenging the Heavenly Court. Its relationships were deeply intertwined, but in reality, ordinary low- and mid-level cultivators, and even mortals, didn't feel much difference.

Once these people started to feel it, it would mean that this force was about to surface.

As he pondered, he entered the city with Nangong Wan, looking around at the streets with a thoughtful expression.

"Husband, what are you looking at?" Nangong Wan asked curiously.

"I am now facing the severance of the three corpses, focusing on comprehension. I plan to revisit the places I've been to since ascending to the True Immortal Realm, to recall the past and temper my state of mind." Han Li said.

Nangong Wan's current cultivation level was not high enough to understand what Han Li was saying, but she naturally believed him and nodded without saying anything more.

Han Li and Nangong Wan stayed in Black Wind City for two days, recounting some of his past experiences and connecting them with the scenery. Nangong Wan listened with great interest.

After leaving Black Wind City, the two crossed the Desolate Wind Valley and arrived at the outer Desolate Ripple Continent, continuing to trace his past footsteps.

Half a year later, the two passed by the Zhulong Path in the Ancient Cloud Continent.

This was the first sect Han Li officially joined after entering the True Immortal Realm. He cultivated here for a long time, and it could be considered his second home in the Immortal Realm.

To his surprise, the once mighty Zhulong Path of the Northern Cold Immortal Domain now had few people, its disciples were declining, and there were faint signs of battle everywhere, no longer the thriving scene of the past.

Han Li used his divine sense to investigate briefly and quickly learned the reason.

The Northern Cold Immortal Domain was originally a small Immortal Domain, but the Zhulong Path, as one of the three major cultivation forces in the domain, had a fairly deep foundation. However, first, the Bai Liyan incident led to the Heavenly Court's siege, and then during the Underworld Cold Immortal Palace trip, almost all the Zhulong Path members who entered were wiped out, severely damaging its strength. From then on, it began to decline.

Of course, the Cangliu Palace and Fuling Sect also suffered some impact in this battle.

Later, after the Grey Realm invaded the Northern Cold Immortal Domain, the three sects suffered another heavy blow due to improper response, which led to their current state.

Han Li sighed secretly, cast an invisibility spell, and entered with Nangong Wan, arriving at the Crimson Cloud Peak where he used to live.

It hadn't changed much since he left, and it seemed that it had been abandoned ever since, with no one living there.

Han Li sat down on the peak of the Crimson Cloud Peak, recalling his cultivation in the Zhulong Path, his determination to pursue the Time Law, his anxiety in searching for the Crab Daoren, and his worry and fear about the pursuers who could arrive at any time.

He kept these emotions in his heart, repeatedly recalling them, and his memories became clearer and clearer.

The past self was like a mirror, reflecting the most authentic self.

Han Li constantly recalled everything from the past, gaining a clearer understanding of his true self and gradually comprehending what self was.

Nangong Wan didn't disturb Han Li, sitting quietly beside him.

This sitting lasted for half a month. One day, the setting sun sank, and the last trace of afterglow also fell into the horizon. Only then did Han Li stand up, a faint smile on his lips.

Nangong Wan looked at Han Li, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes.

Han Li's expression and temperament seemed to have changed somewhat, but she couldn't quite put her finger on what it was.

"It seems that what my husband said about tempering the heart is true. The cultivation of the Great Luo Realm is truly mysterious," Nangong Wan thought to herself.

"Let's go." Han Li said lightly, waving his sleeve and releasing a golden light that wrapped around the two of them, shooting away into the sky.

……

Yuanhuang City, on the edge of the Northern Cold Immortal Domain, resembled a giant beast lying prone on the frontier, blocking everything outside.

Outside the city was a vast desert. As far as the eye could see, it was a desolate and majestic expanse of yellow, with rolling sand dunes stretching to the end of the horizon.

Han Li and Nangong Wan sat in the void, looking at the city below and the distant desert.

……

In the desolate region between the Northern Cold Immortal Domain and the Black Mountain Immortal Domain, two beams of light flew slowly, sometimes fast and sometimes slow, but overall, they didn't seem to be in a hurry, as if they were admiring the scenery below.

……

Floating Cloud Mountain Range, Wild Crane Valley, Black Mountain Immortal Domain.

The Black Mountain Immortal Domain was close to the Northern Cold Immortal Domain and was greatly affected by the Grey Realm's attack.

The Wild Crane Valley was now desolate, with no one living there. Mo Wuxue and Yu Ziqi, who had chosen to stay, were also gone.

Han Li and Nangong Wan sat beside the stone platform in the valley where everyone often gathered, drinking fine wine together.

……

Black Soil Immortal Domain, Illusion Mist Marsh.

Han Li and Nangong Wan walked through it, with bursts of white mist floating in the marsh. However, it was just ordinary water vapor, which automatically bypassed them as soon as it touched them.

"This is the entrance to the ruins of the Mantra Gate. It doesn't seem to have the kind of illusion-inducing mist?" Nangong Wan said.

"That kind of mist only appears during specific time periods," Han Li said.

His appearance was the same as in the past, but the temperament he exuded had changed greatly, with a sharp feeling between his expressions, as if he could cut off everything.

An indescribable pressure emanated from Han Li's body, and all living things within a few hundred miles lurked in the marsh, trembling.

"Husband, do you think we can still enter the ruins of the Mantra Gate now? I'm still very curious about that place," Nangong Wan said.

"The ruins of the Mantra Gate have been swallowed by space fissures, and I'm afraid they have been completely destroyed and are difficult to see again," Han Li shook his head.

"Then where are we going next, husband? Are we going to the Grey Realm? But now that the ruins of the Mantra Gate have disappeared, how can we go to the Grey Realm?" Nangong Wan said.

"We're not going to the Grey Realm," Han Li shook his head.

He was able to go to the Grey Realm back then thanks to the spatial通道 that connected to it opened by the Grey Realm. Now that the通道 had long been destroyed, and the Grey Realm was in another extremely distant interface, unlike the Demon Realm, even with his current cultivation, it would not be easy to go there.

Not only could he not go to the Grey Realm, but he also couldn't go to the Demon Realm.

With the Crab Daoren defeated and killed, the Demon Realm now completely belonged to the Demon Lord. If he went there now and was discovered by the Demon Lord, it would be a big trouble.

Han Li's expression was contemplative. After these days of recollection and refinement, his understanding of himself had become more profound, and he had a good chance of severing his own corpse.

He was considering whether to try to sever the corpse.

Just then, a beam of light appeared in the distant sky, flying towards here.

Han Li glanced at it without surprise.

The Illusion Mist Marsh had abundant spiritual energy and produced many spiritual materials. When the illusion-inducing mist did not appear, many cultivators would enter it to search for treasures. He had already encountered many on the way here.

Han Li didn't want to meet outsiders, so as not to spoil his state of mind of comprehending himself. He was about to take Nangong Wan away when his eyes flashed, and he looked surprised. He waved his hand and released a golden light, leading Nangong Wan to meet the beam of light.

The cultivator in the beam of light was startled by the approach of Han Li's grand light and stopped, revealing the figure of a white-robed old man.

With a flash of golden light, the figures of Han Li and the two appeared.

"Li boy, it's you!" The white-haired old man looked shocked, pointing at Han Li and exclaiming.

"Fellow Daoist Hu Yan, it's been a long time. I didn't expect to meet you here after our separation in the Black Wind Sea," Han Li said with a smile.

This white-robed old man was none other than Hu Yan Daoren.

"I didn't expect to meet you here either. Your cultivation has greatly improved. I can't see through it at all. What realm have you reached now?" Hu Yan Daoren looked Han Li up and down, clicking his tongue.

"I've experienced a lot these years, and my cultivation has improved somewhat. But you, Fellow Daoist Hu Yan, your cultivation seems to have regressed a bit. Has something gone wrong with your cultivation?" Han Li asked.

Hu Yan Daoren's current cultivation had dropped to the True Immortal Realm, and only the mid-stage of the True Immortal Realm.

"Haha! Power and wealth are just fleeting clouds, and cultivation and supernatural powers are also dust. It's just a small matter." Hu Yan Daoren laughed, seemingly unconcerned about his reduced cultivation.

"Fellow Daoist Hu Yan is still so perceptive. I'm ashamed of myself and admire you," Han Li said with a smile, his heart stirred.

Hu Yan Daoren's remarks were somewhat similar to the understanding he had gained from comprehending himself these days, and the artistic conception seemed to be a bit higher than his own understanding.

"What perceptive? I just drink too much wine and my brain is soaked. I don't care about anything anymore," Hu Yan Daoren said with a smile and a curse.

Nangong Wan saw the two chatting and laughing. Although she had a smile on her face, she was already extremely surprised in her heart.

In her memory, Han Li had always been quite rigid in his interactions with people, and rarely could he chat and laugh with others.

Moreover, it could be seen that the two had a very good friendship.

"Ah, look at me, I was so busy talking to you that I forgot to ask you, who is this fairy?" Hu Yan Daoren looked at Nangong Wan, then at Han Li, asking with a somewhat meaningful expression.

"This is Wan'er, my Dao companion. Wan'er, this is Fellow Daoist Hu Yan, who helped me a lot in the past." Han Li introduced them to each other.

"So it's Fellow Daoist Hu Yan. I am Nangong Wan, and my husband has been taken care of by you in the past." Nangong Wan bowed slightly.

"Fairy Nangong, nice to meet you, nice to meet you." Hu Yan Daoren winked at Han Li, then solemnly returned a salute to Nangong Wan.

"Fellow Daoist Hu Yan, it's been so long since we've seen each other. Do you want to find a place to have a drink together?" Han Li asked with a smile.

"Why look for a place! If you two don't mind, why not stay at my place for a while?" Hu Yan Daoren said with a smile.

"Alright! Then let's go to your residence and have a drink. I hope your brewing skills haven't declined these years." Han Li naturally agreed to this. Hu Yan Daoren was one of the few friends he could confide in, and he wanted to chat more with him after not seeing him for so long.

"Haha, I can't say anything about my cultivation these years, but I've been thinking about the way of brewing wine every day! Let's go!"

Seeing that Han Li had agreed, Hu Yan Daoren was so happy that he almost danced. So he led the two of them out of the Illusion Mist Marsh, and soon they flew out of the marsh, and a mountain range appeared in front of them.