Han Li's gaze fell on the five remaining colored flames above the silver flame miniature, and he couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt.

Earlier, when trapped in the Nine Dragons Divine Fire Cover, it was the refined Flame Firebird that had consumed two of the seven-colored Fire Dan Sand's colored flames to protect him, buying him time to communicate with the bottle spirit, and subsequently, to teleport his physical body.

Han Li felt a great deal of distress for this, but the refined Flame Firebird didn't seem to mind at all. After coming out, it was still jumping around in Han Li's palm, looking quite happy.

"I will definitely replenish what you've lost in the future," Han Li communicated through his mind, informing the refined Flame Firebird.

The silver flame miniature stood in his palm, seemingly understanding Han Li's words, and nodded emphatically.

Then, Han Li raised a palm, and with a void grab, he lifted the dog-shaped black stone, gently raising his hand to seize it into the air.

The refined Flame Firebird, understanding his intentions, flew out on its own, transforming into a patch of silver flame, enveloping the entire black stone within.

As the layers of silver flame wrapped around and burned, wisps of black smoke began to emerge from the black rock, its surface gradually melting like ice crystals.

The blackness attached to it became increasingly faint, and the entire rock seemed to be peeled away layer by layer, gradually revealing the object inside.

Han Li stared at the increasingly thin rock, the look of surprise in his eyes growing stronger.

After a moment, the entire outer layer of the black stone was completely melted and peeled away, revealing something like an ice crystal, and curled up inside the ice crystal was a small beast with white fluff growing on it.

When Han Li clearly saw the appearance of the little beast, he couldn't help but exclaim, "Xiao Bai..."

The little beast curled up in the ice crystal was none other than the Pixiu Xiao Bai who had followed Jin Tong to the Great Gold Origin Immortal Domain.

Seeing that Han Li seemed to recognize the cub, Sang Tu and the others' expressions changed, filled with surprise.

Han Li didn't care about anything else. After ordering the refined Flame Firebird to completely melt the last layer of ice crystals, he reached out and took the white little beast into his arms.

However, after the ice crystals receded, Xiao Bai still had his eyes closed, without a trace of life, looking just like a lifeless corpse.

Han Li's gaze swept over Xiao Bai's body, and his divine sense also probed around it.

At this moment, he discovered that although Xiao Bai no longer had the ice crystal seal, his divine soul was still in a state of slumber, seemingly locked by a power inherent in his own bloodline, falling into a state of suspended animation.

Han Li knew that this was a self-protection mechanism activated by Xiao Bai, and he felt less worried, but he didn't know how to wake him up for a while.

Seeing Han Li like this, the refined Flame Firebird didn't bother him either, and took the initiative to land on his shoulder, flashing with light, disappearing.

Han Li calmed down for a moment, and began to circulate the Soul Refining Art, using one of the secret techniques to enter Xiao Bai's sea of consciousness, trying to wake him up.

However, when he entered Xiao Bai's sea of consciousness, he found it was pitch black inside, and he couldn't see anything at all.

Moreover, Han Li also felt that in this deep darkness, there seemed to be a strange force pulling his wisp of divine sense, sliding towards the deeper darkness.

Alerted, Han Li quickly retracted the secret technique and withdrew from Xiao Bai's sea of consciousness space.

After hesitating for a moment, he once again circulated the Soul Refining Secret Art, but this time he did not directly enter Xiao Bai's sea of consciousness, but tried to awaken Xiao Bai through the little connection of mind and spirit they had once had.

But when his divine sense was cast on Xiao Bai, Han Li suddenly felt a darkness all around, just like before in Xiao Bai's sea of consciousness, the surroundings fell into a pitch-blackness.

Just as he was in doubt and shock, a stream of light suddenly flowed in the dark void, and two huge pupils flashing with glazed light emerged, casting two cold and indifferent gazes from them, landing on Han Li.

Before Han Li could figure out what was going on, he felt a burst of pain in his sea of consciousness, the Soul Refining Secret Art was interrupted, and he woke up.

"How could this be..." Han Li said in shock, muttering to himself.

"How is it, can you save him?" Sang Tu asked.

"This beast is an old friend of mine. I don't know why, but his sea of consciousness is completely dark. As soon as my divine sense enters, there are two glazed eyeballs watching me, and I can't wake him up at all," Han Li shook his head and said slowly.

"Dark sea of consciousness, glazed eyeballs... Could this beast be a descendant of the Mo Eye Pixiu, one of the Eight Kings of the Ancient Wilderness?" Yun Leopard said in shock, his expression changing.

Sang Tu's expression also changed upon hearing this.

"Mo Eye Pixiu?" Han Li asked in confusion.

"According to legend, the Mo Eye Pixiu clan possesses the most powerful spiritual eye supernatural powers in the world. Through a pair of glazed black eyes, they can see through the root essence of illusions and can recognize the innate treasures born in the heavens. Some even say that their eyes can see through the ethereal reincarnation fate," Yun Leopard explained.

Han Li's expression was slightly different upon hearing this. Xiao Bai did indeed have the supernatural power to discover secret realms and treasures, but it was far from being as mysterious as Yun Leopard said. As for seeing through illusions or reincarnation, it was even more nonsense.

"Not only that, but the eyes of the Mo Eye Pixiu can also connect to a strange space. When their cultivation is strong enough, a single glance can capture the enemy into it. Unless their strength far exceeds him, they can't even hope to escape that space," Yun Leopard continued.

"Xiao Bai's belly does seem to have a special space that can isolate external probes, and it also needs to open its mouth to swallow others when capturing them, but I have never seen it have anything to do with the eyes," Han Li said after pondering for a moment.

"Alas, it seems that it was precisely because the supernatural powers of the Mo Eye Pixiu clan were too strange that after that Mo Eye Pixiu adult, who served as the True Spirit King, disappeared, the entire clan suffered a catastrophe, and very few of their bloodline descendants have been seen to survive. If we take him to the Eight Desolate Mountains, he will definitely be regarded as a treasure by the entire barbaric race. There, the True Spirit King will definitely be able to wake him up," Sang Tu sighed leisurely.

A trace of hesitation flashed in Han Li's eyes upon hearing this.

He had originally thought of finding a place to quietly retreat and cultivate, and when he had achieved success in his cultivation and was able to advance to the early stage of Grand Luo, and at the same time, the Time Dao Patterns could recover, he would immediately go to the Great Gold Origin Immortal Domain to lie dormant, waiting for the Reincarnation Palace's action.

But now he had accidentally encountered Xiao Bai, and he had to reconsider.

After thinking for a moment, Han Li decided to save Xiao Bai first. After Xiao Bai woke up, he would ask about the Nine Yuan Temple, and then act with the Reincarnation Palace. He would have a greater chance of rescuing Jin Tong.

"Since Xiao Bai can only be saved by going to the Eight Desolate Mountains, I am willing to escort him there with you," Han Li said.

Sang Tu and Yun Leopard's expressions both changed upon hearing this.

"It is enough for my Silver Horn Rhinoceros clan to escort him," Sang Tu said first.

Yun Leopard snorted coldly, saying nothing.

After all, Xiao Bai was found by the Silver Horn Rhinoceros clan, and is now also staying in the Silver Horn Rhinoceros clan.

"Leader Sang Tu, I have a question. Do you plan to migrate the entire clan together to escort Xiao Bai to the Eight Desolate Mountains?" Seeing this, Han Li asked with an unchanged expression.

"This... of course not, just bring a group of capable men from the clan," Sang Tu said after a slight hesitation.

"Since that's the case, if you take away all the important combat power of the clan, how will the remaining clansmen take care of themselves? All the main combat power of the Yun Leopard clan are still here," Han Li raised an eyebrow and asked with a smile.

As soon as he said this, Sang Tu instantly understood the meaning behind it, and a drop of cold sweat couldn't help but fall from his forehead.

If he really did this, before he could return from the Eight Desolate Mountains with the glory of the tribe, the Yun Leopard clan, forced to be helpless, would definitely strike first and kill all the tribal members he left behind.

At that time, even if he was rewarded and supported by the Eight Desolate Mountains for his merit in escorting the bloodline of the Eight Kings, his clansmen would no longer be there.

"I am willing to escort Xiao Bai back to the Eight Desolate Mountains together with the Cloud Tattoo Tiger clan," Sang Tu said sincerely.

Yun Leopard's expression also became solemn upon hearing this, and he gave Han Li a grateful look.

"Not only that, but after you leave, the two tribes will be without a leader, and after a long time, news will inevitably leak out, and other tribes may covet them. Therefore, not only must you abandon your past grudges and not invade each other, but you must also provide support when one party is in trouble. Only in this way can you ensure that both tribes can continue to exist for a long time," Han Li continued.

Both Tu Sang and Yun Leopard showed a look of embarrassment on their faces.

The others in the tent were in a similar situation. How could tens of thousands of years of grievances really be forgotten with a smile?

These two tribes would naturally not abandon their hatred and reconcile with each other just because of Han Li's few words.

"Actually, you don't need to be too embarrassed. It's not that you have to be like this forever, you just need to endure until you return after participating in the Blood Sacrifice Conference of the Eight Desolate Mountains. At that time, you can fight or make peace as you please," Han Li said with a smile.

Sang Tu and Yun Leopard were silent for a long time after hearing this, and finally nodded at the same time, saying:

"Thank you for your guidance, senior, we will do as you say."

"Don't call me senior, just call me Shi Mu, or Daoist Shi. By the way, when will the Blood Sacrifice Conference you mentioned be held?" Han Li said.

"When it was announced thirty years ago, it was said that it would be held in a hundred years, and there are less than seventy years left now. The journey to the Eight Desolate Mountains is far away, and the time is not too abundant, so we should set off soon," Sang Tu said.

"Then you should return to your respective tribes as soon as possible, arrange the affairs of the tribe, and choose the escort personnel. We will set off in a few days," Han Li said, now俨然having become the joint leader of the two tribes, giving orders.

"Okay," Sang Tu and Yun Leopard responded at the same time, saying.

After the two left, Sang Tu ordered that this camp be temporarily used as Han Li's residence, and no tribal members were allowed to approach it without permission.

Han Li sat alone in the tent for a while, raised his hand and waved, opening the Flower Branch Cave Heaven.

Then, he held Xiao Bai horizontally, stepped across the silver light gate, and walked into the cave heaven bamboo building.