"There's nothing special—just some rather ill-mannered person who has been tailing me." Ma Liang spoke calmly. "If there's someone so stubbornly unyielding, then I'll take care of them." Yang Lu replied respectfully. "The person's cultivation is quite strong; you won't necessarily be able to defeat them easily," Ma Liang shook his head and replied. "He has such strength—could it be one of the members of the Jia Tun clan? That does indeed seem quite coincidental." Upon hearing this, Yang Lu was momentarily startled, then recalled something, his expression turning slightly unusual. "Ah, you know who the person behind is, don't you?" Ma Liang glanced at Yang Lu, now showing clear interest. "If I'm not mistaken, that person is none other than the renowned First Supreme Elder of the Jia Tun clan—said to be as powerful as even our true elixir cultivators, and his fame is so great that he ranks among the top five figures in the entire spiritual realm." Yang Lu said with a tone of seriousness. "Top five?" "It's no wonder he dares to pursue alone thus. If that's the case, then we shall treat him well and fully transmute his essence into the Master Spirit of the Ten-Thousand-Souls Blood Seal." Ma Liang sneered. With a flick of his sleeve, a small blood-colored seal, barely an inch in size, shot forth and vanished in a flash, dissolving into a shimmering orb of blood light that disappeared into the void. When Yang Lu saw the blood seal, his expression subtly tightened. This treasure was indeed formidable—he had personally experienced its might during his earlier battle against Ma Liang, alongside two other True Spirits. Had it not been for their combined strength, he would have been utterly overwhelmed by the seal's power, and would never have resorted to the self-sacrificing, damaging technique of the Law Chain. Just as Yang Lu was still shaken, a thunderous roar echoed from behind, and a white bone chariot several dozen zhang long emerged among countless silver arcs. After a few flickers, it roared into being, only a hundred zhang away from the two figures, halting abruptly in mid-air. At the front of the chariot stood an elderly Methuselah elder of the Jia Tung clan, slender and gaunt. His hair was long and gray-white, his eyes a deep, eerie green. On his arms, crossed before him, were a dozen bone rings of varying sizes. On either shoulder, bone banners several feet tall fluttered in the wind—though the banners were hazy gray, ghostly figures seemed to emerge and fade, and a continuous sound of ghostly wails and cries drifted forth. Yang Lu was deeply surprised by this, yet remained composed and replied, "As your true spirit, why have you launched such a fierce assault in our sacred territory, even destroying our intercontinental transmission array?" The elder of the Jia Tun clan's face shifted between expressions of concern and frustration before finally calming down and asking. "It's nothing. Your people simply lacked tact—they dared to offend my master. I can only have them pay the ultimate price." Yang Lu replied calmly. "Master?" The elder of the Jia Tun clan was truly astonished now, his gaze shifting immediately to Ma Liang. This strong elder from the Jia-Tou clan, after a quick glance at his opponent's black robe and slightly pale complexion, suddenly had a flash of inspiration in his mind—remembering a message he had just received not long ago. His heart gave a sudden leap, yet he masked it perfectly, instead breaking into a gentle smile and replied, "It seems the younger members of our clan were the ones who offended both of you earlier. Then, on behalf of our clan, I would like to offer our sincere apologies. With that, let us consider this matter settled. I have other matters to attend to, so I shall now be on my way." As soon as he finished speaking, the elder lightly tapped his single foot, and the bone carriage beneath him erupted with a thunderous crack. Amidst a cascade of electric arcs, he swiftly retreated and soared backward. "Heh—heh," Yang Lu chuckled, stepping forward with unwavering determination. With one hand extended into the air, he suddenly summoned the massive black axe appearing between his fingers, then gave it a firm shake and delivered a powerful downward strike. "Pffft!" A dark, hazy blade flash erupted from the black axe, expanding into a surging wave of black energy that surged straight toward the white bone chariot. Upon witnessing this, the elderly Matoth elder on the chariot frowned. With a mere slight tremor of his arm, a bone ring launched off the surface, emitting a series of whistling sounds, and instantly grew to the size of a small acre, its surface shimmering with countless gray and white glyphs, then colliding head-on against the dark blade surge. A thunderous roar echoed through the air. The bone ring rebounded back to its original size with a single snap, while the dark blade surge was completely dispersed and extinguished. Yet the white bone chariot's retreat speed remained unaffected, swiftly gliding to a distance of over a thousand zhang. As the Matoth elder exhaled gently, easing his mind and preparing to fully power the chariot for a sharp turn and a full retreat, a tremendous roar suddenly erupted in the sky, and a spectral image of a blood-red seal, the size of a small mountain, materialized out of nowhere, then descended slowly. This seal appeared to descend slowly, yet after a moment of blur, it silently materialized above the white bone chariots, simultaneously triggering a surge of法则 fluctuations that instantly severed a scroll in mid-air. The elder of the Jia Tun clan felt a sudden surge of alarm, swiftly shaking both shoulders—immediately, the two white bone banners shot forth, expanded in the wind, and each grew to over ten zhang in length. As the cries of the spirits intensified within, hundreds of grim specters burst forth, each with a greenish face, sharp fangs, and an overwhelming aura of dread—each possessing the formidable strength of a Consolidated Stage cultivator. At the same time, several bone rings shot out from the elder’s arms, emitting either eerie, mournful groans or fluctuating in size, each displaying distinct powers and rushing directly toward the ethereal image of the crimson seal. A continuous series of thunderous impacts echoed through the air… The bone rings, arriving slightly later, all trembled and shattered into fragments upon first contact with the seal’s image. Hundreds of malevolent spirits, after being swept into the rolling influence of the crimson seal's laws, also flashed and dispersed, vanishing in succession. The shadow of the crimson seal, undisturbed, pressed down with unyielding force. An elder of the Jia Tun clan, witnessing this, grew pale, and without hesitation, pressed a palm firmly against the ground, channeling all the vast power within his body into the flying chariot beneath him. Instantly, the silver arcs on the white bone chariot flashed wildly, blurring and then flipping over, transforming into a five-clawed bone dragon encircled by electric arcs. The dragon raised its head, roared in fury, and was about to instantly teleport away. At a distance, Ma Liang, however, merely hummed, raised a hand, and with a single gesture, pointed his finger at the crimson seal. The seal's shadow instantly flickered, and a cascade of blood-colored symbols flashed and vanished from its surface. At the same time, several sharp "thuds" echoed around the bone dragon, as several blood-red tendrils burst from the void and unexpectedly wrapped around the dragon like chains. No matter how thunderous the roar from the bone dragon's body, nor how fiercely it snapped its jaws and waved its limbs, it could not escape a single inch of the tendrils. The elder of the Jia Tun clan standing atop the bone dragon's head felt a sudden chill, but immediately issued a low command, opening his mouth to spurt several clumps of refined blood that instantly dispersed into a mist, showering the dragon's body. At once, a resonant dragon's cry echoed through the air, and the dragon's body rapidly expanded within the arcs of electricity, swelling to over a thousand zhang in height, seemingly striving to break free from the blood-colored tendrils clinging to its form. Yet, a development that deepened the elder's concern soon emerged. The blood-colored tendrils, instead of retracting, grew stronger and thicker as the dragon expanded, clinging to it like an unrelenting parasite, eventually surging forward and merging into a vast river of blood that completely encircled and sealed the golden dragon within. The elder's face grew truly grave, and as he scanned the immense law-encompassing power contained within the celestial seals floating above, a faint trace of fear began to surface on his features. "Very well, very well. It seems I must stay now. Then let me truly experience your celestial arts firsthand." With a firm resolve in his heart, the elder of the Jia Tun clan bit his teeth and struck his forehead with a single hand—his cranial dome flashed open of its own accord. After all the colossal heads raised and emitted a single, resonant roar, the creatures surged forward, charging directly at the immense seal-like phantom hovering in the sky. At the same time, the white bone bells held in the other hands of each of the smaller human-like phantom figures were all thrown into the air. As the wind carried them, they expanded to the size of several zhang, swaying gently, and instantly filled the sky with a clear, crisp ringing sound—like a steady cascade of chimes. "Yang Lu said respectfully from the side. After witnessing this True Immortal effortlessly defeat a powerful opponent who was no weaker than himself, the True Spirit had no further thoughts or distractions. "The stronger this alliance is, the better it serves as a target for a demonstration—like showing off by killing a chicken to scare the monkeys. Otherwise, if they gather all the strong contenders across this continent, though I am not afraid, I would still prefer not to delay my primary mission. However, before proceeding, I need to first employ a secret technique to verify whether the target I am seeking is indeed located on this continent," Ma Liang said, pausing thoughtfully before speaking calmly and unhurriedly.