"Master Ming... Master Ming of the He连 Commerce Alliance," six-wings was startled, exclaiming aloud. Naturally, with the prestige of the He连 Commerce Alliance, he had surely heard of them before. "Ah, I'm delighted that my name has reached your ears. Six-wings, don't worry—our alliance has dispatched such a large contingent precisely to invite you, solely due to the blood-sacrifice demon causing upheaval across other continents. We hold absolutely no ill will toward you personally." Master Ming smiled warmly. "That demon has already arrived on Fengyuan Continent!" Six-wings' face turned pale at this news. "That's... actually something we haven't yet observed. However, I believe its arrival on Fengyuan is merely a matter of time. I'm certain you share this sentiment, otherwise you wouldn't be reacting so visibly." Master Ming spoke calmly. "Hmph. Since Master Ming has personally come to invite us, I suppose I can't very well refuse now. Very well, I'll accompany you on this journey." "But I am currently at a crucial stage of restoring my true energy..." Six Wings' expression shifted constantly. After swiftly glancing at the five Great Multiplication cultivators before him, he finally decided to yield temporarily, yet managed to propose his own conditions. "Haha, that's quite easy. Our alliance may not have much else, but we can certainly supply some pills. As long as Six Wings joins us and returns with us, we will cover all the pills needed for restoring your true energy. This young lady—she is Ice Phoenix, isn't she?" Ming Zun laughed heartily, readily agreeing, then suddenly turned to the Ice Phoenix standing beside him and asked. "I'm not sure, my junior is indeed the Ice Phoenix. How did you know that, Master?" The Ice Phoenix was momentarily startled, promptly bowing respectfully to the red-haired elder. "Ice Phoenix, there's no need for formality. Recently, I just met with the human cultivator Han, who personally mentioned your name to me and asked me to give you special attention." Ming Zun replied with exceptional courtesy. "Brother Han... I understand now. Then, I'd like to join the two of you for a visit to your esteemed alliance as well." A faint smile flashed across Bing Feng's face, but after a moment's thought, she spoke respectfully. …One month later, Han Li, who was refining the divine protective lightning in the secret chamber of Qingyuan Palace, suddenly paused. His expression changed, the palm gesture halted, and a flash of green light rippled across his body. A green scroll shot out from his sleeve, spiraled through the air, and then instantly materialized as several lines of green script hovering just in front of him at a low height. Half a day later, Hua Shi the Elder hurriedly departed from Yuanhe Island. ... Three months later. Within the sacred grounds of the Methuselah Clan, one of the top ten clans on Fengyuan Continent, more than a hundred Methuselah Clan guards—plump, with pig-like heads but robust and towering bodies—stood quietly outside a grand hall. Suddenly, a series of humming sounds emanated from within the hall, accompanied by a subtle ripple of spatial energy. Among the senior guards, the most accomplished ones immediately exchanged glances and, without hesitation, all moved toward the hall. After traversing a winding corridor with seven or eight turns, they found themselves before a vast hall veiled in a shimmering, misty light curtain. Inside the curtain, a massive array, roughly the size of an acre, radiated a gentle glow, clearly in the process of activation. "What's going on? It's unusual for someone to arrive from another continent at this time of day. Commander Fei, did you receive any advance orders?" A slightly shorter guard from the Jia Tun clan fixed his gaze and immediately asked the guard carrying a massive sword beside him in a cold tone. "No, we haven't received any command for anyone to be transported here, have we? Perhaps someone of importance from the other clan has an urgent matter and decided to activate the array spontaneously without prior notice." The guard with the great sword shook his head, speaking with a touch of hesitation. "That's very possible. Regardless, we'll soon know who's arriving at our Fengyuan at this moment." The shorter guard frowned slightly but still made a cautious gesture to the others. The others instantly understood and quickly dispersed, forming a solid barrier at the entrance. Almost as soon as the Jia Tun guards completed these actions, the great array emitted a resonant sound, and as the light aura rolled up at its center, two faint figures—one tall and one short—materialized suddenly. After a single glance, the shorter guard immediately frowned and demanded: "Wrong—你们 aren't from our clan. How could the officials on that side allow a foreign group to utilize the intercontinental array transmission at this very moment?" A soft voice echoed from within the array, and as the shimmering light faded, two figures finally revealed themselves. The shorter figures wore black robes, their faces pale, while the taller one bore a large deer's head atop his shoulders, his gaze fierce and fixed upon the group of Jia-Tun clan guards outside the light display. It was the True Immortal Ma Liang and the True Spirit Yang Lu. "Enemies! Alert the entire force immediately!" Upon hearing this, the guard carrying the great sword was startled and shouted, simultaneously reaching out to grasp the sword firmly in his hands. Others soon realized what was happening. One of them raised his hand without hesitation, and instantly a crimson scroll shot forth from his sleeve, piercing through the roof of the hall as if it were an invisible force. At the same moment, a bright red fire ball appeared in the sky above the hall and exploded with a tremendous roar. Seeing this, the nearly one hundred guards nearby immediately stirred—most rushed into the hall, while half of them stepped back, retreating swiftly, and simultaneously drew out various array tools from their cloaks, throwing them into the air. In an instant, ribbons of multicolored light surged from these tools, coalesced into the surrounding space, and solidified into thirty-six towering copper pillars, which then fell straight down, encircling the entire hall. Each pillar stood over a hundred paces tall, its surface glowing like molten fire, engraved with dense clusters of delicate silver script. It was only then that the retreating guards of the Jia Tun clan looked toward the hall's entrance, their expressions calming. A thunderous roar! The grand hall erupted like a volcano, bursting outward from within. Countless fragments of stone and wood were hurled in all directions. Yet, as soon as they reached the area near the crimson copper pillars, a faint layer of fiery mist suddenly materialized. Anything that touched it instantly flashed red and turned to ash. The guards who had rushed inside earlier were now completely gone—vanished entirely. The remaining Mato guards outside were naturally both astonished and furious. At that very moment, however, two figures—Ma Liang and Yang Lu—emerged slowly from the ruins of the hall. Yang Lu held a round object in one hand, bringing it to his mouth as though he were chewing vigorously. "Commander Fei!" one of the guards immediately recognized the true nature of what Yang Lu was biting into, and cried out in astonishment and outrage. Witnessing this scene, everyone instantly understood—ten out of the eleven clan members who had rushed into the hall had perished, and someone shouted in rage at once. Immediately, all the guards began activating the array devices floating in the air. After a flash of five-colored light, the thirty-six crimson copper pillars emitted a brilliant red glow, each releasing a red beam of light that surged toward Yang Lu. A piercing, shrill cry burst forth! Suddenly, a black blade ring surged from Yang Lu's body and swiftly spiraled outward, vanishing in all directions. A series of "pffft" sounds erupted. Thirty-six crimson copper pillars, struck by the black glow, were severed almost simultaneously at their centers, and the red light screens they had formed instantly collapsed and vanished. Yang Lu chuckled, just about to launch another attack to cut down the remaining Jia Tun guards when Ma Li, beside him, grew impatient and said, "Let's go. What good is it to kill these low-ranking ones? We must attend to the main matter." "Yes, Master," Yang Lu was startled, quickly and respectfully replied, then raised his hand, transforming his black axe into nothingness, and instantly returned to his original size. Thus, the two paid no further attention to the remaining guards, and with a surge of light, they sped off in a straight line toward a certain direction. With their respective speeds, they had already fled a million li in less than half an hour. As they crossed an expanse of grassland, and came upon a vast mountain range ahead, the young cloaked figure suddenly paused, halting their flight. "Master, what has happened?" Yang Lu, naturally following closely, also stopped, expressing his curiosity.