Silver ancient characters emerged on the surface of the scales, slightly arranging themselves in the air before instantly forming a short passage of text. "Two years from now! The True Dragon Island! The Guangling Dao Fruit Assembly! This event is finally about to take place," Han Li said, his eyes gleaming with a touch of surprise as he observed the text appearing on the scales. "Heh, this gathering is expected to bring together many powerful beings from other realms—I'll certainly want to take the opportunity to see them firsthand. As for the Guangling Dao Fruit, once consumed, it grants the body of the Guangling Dao, which will greatly benefit my cultivation of several divine techniques. I must make sure to secure at least one. The promise made by Tian Fei'er back then is finally coming into play. With two years to go, I should be able to make a complete journey to the Demon Realm. Before then, I'll also inform Wan'er, so she won't be overly worried." After a moment of thoughtful contemplation, Han Li finally murmured his decision to himself. At that moment, he raised one hand, summoning the silver scales into the air, and with a simple flip of the other, a jade-green ancient mirror suddenly appeared in his He simply threw the ancient mirror forward and swiftly drew his finger across it several times, and instantly a series of white characters flashed in and disappeared into the mirror. Then Han Li quietly waited at the bow of the ship. Moments later, ripples spread across the mirror, and a row of white characters emerged. Han Li glanced at them briefly and a gentle smile appeared on his lips. Though his dual-attuned partner had never spoken directly to urge caution, his words had clearly conveyed a sense of carefulness and vigilance. With a simple shake of his sleeve, a shimmer of green light passed through, and the ancient mirror vanished into thin air. Immediately, the black giant ship roared, and Han Li sped ahead at several times the previous pace. … Two months later, above a once-plain, gray and misty expanse in the realm of the demons, a deep green swordlight flashed briefly, and a pale spatial rift appeared. Within the rift, a figure stepped out—Han Li, holding a deep green wooden sword, emerged slowly. After scanning the surroundings with a glance, he slightly furrowed his brows. The place appeared quite unfamiliar—likely one he had never visited before. His successful entry into the magical realm stemmed from two factors: first, his discovery of the most vulnerable point connecting the magical and human realms, and second, his strong magical prowess combined with the powerful sword, the Xuan Tian Zhan Ling Sword in his hands. Although Mo Jianli had once managed to penetrate the magical realm through such a weak point, it had been far more arduous for him, involving the risk of potential demise. However, this time, his primary objective was to locate the Bottle Spirit, and he paid little attention to where exactly he was within the magical realm. Once he confirmed that no magical beings were nearby, he simply inhaled deeply and then exhaled, spitting out a cluster of glowing cyan light. Within the shimmering light emerged a small, jade-green bottle, only a few inches tall. Upon uttering a single word, "Zhang," Han Li swiftly and rhythmically pointed his fingers at the bottle, as if turning them like wheels. A small blue bottle blurred and then surged upward wildly, growing rapidly to the size of a zhang within moments. On its surface, clear, dark-green spiritual patterns, as thick as a finger, emerged with exceptional clarity. At this moment, Han Li shook his sleeve, and a hundred array flags burst forth, racing out in all directions before vanishing silently. Han Li then changed the gestures of his hands and feet. Instantly, a low hum resonated throughout the surrounding space, and countless colorful characters swiftly coalesced into a vast, luminous array, measuring about an acre in size, perfectly encircling the giant bottle at its very center. Han Li began murmuring to himself, and as his body drifted, he floated naturally to the space above the bottle, where he settled into a meditative posture, his legs crossed. Under the impetus of Han Li's secret technique, the giant bottle and the luminous array beneath it suddenly linked together, pulsing in and out of brightness. Then, like a thunderclap from a clear sky, a column of dark-green light erupted from the bottle's mouth, flashing and vanishing into the vast heavens. At the same time, an eerie ripple surged from the giant vial, rushing outward in all directions. At this moment, Han Li slowly closed his eyes, making no further movements except for the faint murmuring of incantations from his lips. After folding the spell into his grasp, Han Li stood up suddenly and glanced toward a specific sensing direction, his face glowing with excitement. His body trembled briefly at the spot, and as he swiftly extended his hands in all directions, the vast light array collapsed with a deep resonant sound, dispersing into hundreds of individual flag-like arrays that flew back instantly. The large vial rolled up in a cascade of light, shrunk into a compact mass, and then shot directly into his body as a dark green luminous sphere. With a final stomp of his foot, a surge of emerald light surged over his form, forming a long streak of iridescent green light stretching over ten dozen zhang, and he shot off into the sky—disappearing at the horizon after just two swift movements. For the following days, Han Li would periodically reapply the spell, continuously advancing day and night in the direction he had sensed. Along the way, though he encountered various demonic beasts and cities, he made no stops, simply gliding past them with his teleportation technique. With his current abilities, even at full speed, few in the entire demonic realm could possibly keep up with him. Often, ordinary magical beings would only hear a few sharp "shush-shush" sounds of rushing air, yet never catch sight of Han Li's gliding form. They would stand in place, bewildered and uncertain for a long time, before finally deciding to continue on their journey. Since this flying vessel had been so conspicuous, it had not been used for travel until now. At last, arriving in the Magi Source Sea—a remote and seldom-traveled region—it could finally be put to good use. At the same time, a thunderous sound resonated behind Han Li, and the silver arc spiraled gently, revealing the form of the crab-bodied immortal. "Brother Crab, you're surely more familiar with the Magi Source Sea than I am. The journey ahead will require greater assistance from you." "I'll do my best," he replied calmly, glancing toward the distant sea. Countless lightning surged downward, yet the black vessel's luminous shield remained steadfast, undisturbed. After one more flicker, it vanished into the mist, slowly disappearing. ... Fifteen days later, above a vast emerald island, the black vessel hung motionless in the air. Nearby, a light array and a towering vessel reappeared, pulsing with intermittent, shifting glimmers of light. Han Li stood before the vessel, palm raised, channeling a secret incantation. As a brilliant beam of light flashed from the mouth of the vessel, about to erupt forth, a cold, sharp voice suddenly echoed from deep within the island: "What? Dare you enter the Kuling Island?" Immediately, a thunderous roar erupted at the island's center, and a three-headed black dragon, stretching a hundred zhang in length, burst forth from the same direction. Standing atop the central head of the dragon was a young man in a dark robe, with pale purple eyes and a stern expression. "Han Li—it's you." "When did you enter the Sacred Realm?" Upon clearly seeing Han Li's face, the young man immediately felt a sudden sense of urgency and asked. The visitor was none other than Yuan Yan, one of the Three Primordial Founders of the demonic race. "I didn't expect you to have reached this place," Han Li replied calmly, his hand gestures never ceasing, his tone even more composed. "Hmph. You've been away from the Human Realm for so long, coming back to suffer through the hardships of Kuling Island again. Now that you've reached the stage of Great Perfection, the Spirit-Soaking Pool can no longer offer you any benefit," Yuan Yan said, glancing at the Crab Daoist behind Han Li and then at the strikingly prominent light array and the large vessel. "Master Yuan, there's no need to be concerned. I no longer have any interest in the Spirit-Soaking Pool. This visit is merely to find something else—I will leave immediately once I've secured it." Han Li replied with unwavering composure. "What is it you're seeking?" "Master Yuan, there's no need to ask further." Han Li said simply. As soon as he finished speaking—! With a flick of his finger, a spell surged forward and struck the luminous array below, instantly erupting a column of deep green light from the mouth of the great vase, shooting straight toward the heavens. Seeing this, Yuan Yan's expression turned slightly pale, but after a moment's hesitation, he did not step forward to intercept—his face merely grew as cold and gloomy as ever. Though the news of Han Li's slaying of a celestial being had not yet reached the realm of the demons, the memory of their joint victory against the mother of the Mingsheng insects had long instilled in Yuan Yan a deep sense of apprehension toward Han Li. Moreover, given that the Kuling Island was naturally scarce in demonic energy and thus offered strong resistance to the demon race, Yuan Yan had no desire to engage Han Li in direct conflict there. Additionally, the presence of Han Li, a steadfast cultivator, watching silently from the side, further prevented him from openly confronting him. Thus, after careful consideration, Yuan Yan simply stood aside, calmly observing Han Li's every move. "Hmm, the coordinates are indeed right there." Han Li merely closed his eyes and sensed for a brief moment, instantly obtaining the result. After a slight gesture of his sleeve to collect the vial and the array banner, he and the Crab Monk transformed into two streaks of brilliant light, rushing forward. Yuan Yan followed without hesitation.