In a cave on the mountainside of Chuyun Peak.

At night, the cold moonlight filtered through the window lattices, spilling into the room and illuminating a palace-dressed girl with snow-white skin and delicate features.

She was leaning against the edge of a carved bed in the room, a faint smile on her exquisite face, while two lines of crystal tears silently streamed down her cheeks.

"Father, brother, the Heavenly Ghost Sect has been wiped out by Han... Brother Han, and the Feng Kingdom has returned to the control of the Cold Flame Sect. Our Yu family's great revenge has been completely avenged. The clan will soon migrate back to our homeland, and your souls in heaven can finally rest in peace." The girl wiped the tears from her cheeks, whispering softly.

This girl was naturally Yu Menghan. At this moment, she was crying tears of joy because her great revenge had been avenged, but she couldn't help but recall the tall figure of that young man, and her heart was filled with mixed emotions.

"Brother Han..." she murmured involuntarily.

...

Half a month later, on the Nine Palace Peak of the Jingyuan Sect.

Han Li, dressed in a green robe, was bending over to embed the last piece of Huanxing Stone into the ground.

With a soft "click".

The entire Juxing Platform suddenly lit up, and a hazy silver light descended from the sky, enveloping the entire platform like a mist.

All the star charts were illuminated at this moment.

Han Li looked up at the starry night sky and calmly lifted his foot, walking slowly up the steps towards the Juxing Platform.

...

Immortal World.

On the edge of an unknown boundless sea, there was a huge cliff thousands of feet high, protruding from the sea like the beak of an eagle.

At the top of the cliff, stood a majestic city that occupied a vast area.

The outer walls of the city were more than a hundred feet high, built of refined steel rock, dark in color, and integrated with the entire cliff.

On the side facing the sea, the walls were marked with mottled erosion, the traces left by the pounding of thousand-foot waves whipped up during storms over the years.

Inside the city, in addition to the four straight main roads, there were also many narrow lanes crisscrossing, with shops and markets of various sizes scattered among them.

There were a large number of residents in the city, with carriages and horses bustling on the main roads, and the narrow streets were also crowded and lively.

In the southwest of the city, there was a narrow bluestone street, lined with restaurants, shops, and entertainment venues. Various banners and flags fluttered on both sides of the road, and people were constantly coming and going, making it somewhat noisy.

Next to a green poplar tree at the end of the bluestone street, stood an inconspicuous three-story building, with walls built of blue bricks and pillars of red wood. The eight corners of the eaves were upturned, and the roof was covered with blue tiles. Outside, facing the street, hung a green banner with the word "Medicine" written on it, making it look very ordinary.

Inside the building, several cloth-clad shop assistants were busy serving the merchants who came to purchase elixirs, while a few customers were led by the shopkeeper to the second floor.

At the top of the staircase leading from the second floor to the third, there was a blue wooden door, separating the third floor of the small building.

At this time, in a guest room on the third floor, there was a soft couch with a purple tea table placed on it. Fragrant sandalwood smoke rose from the table, filling the room.

On either side of the tea table, two figures sat facing each other, holding fragrant tea in their hands.

One of them was a young man, dressed in black tight-fitting clothes, with handsome features and distinct facial angles. It was Fang Pan.

The other was about forty or fifty years old, slightly plump, wearing silk and satin printed with money patterns, with his hands in his sleeves and a kind smile on his face, looking like an ordinary wealthy merchant.

Fang Pan looked around the room, noticing the shimmering light surrounding them, a layer of light golden restrictive barrier enveloping them, and said:

"As the saying goes, 'the greatest concealment is in the marketplace'. Your building's branch is located in the noisy downtown area of a city inhabited by ordinary people, which is quite interesting."

"Haha... After all, Ten Directions Pavilion can't compare to those sects and factions. We're in the business of whispering secrets, so naturally we can't be located in the remote mountains and blessed lands," the middle-aged man said with a smile.

"You sent a message saying you had news about that person. Is that true?" Fang Pan asked, changing the subject.

"Of course. We asked you to make this trip to complete this transaction," the middle-aged man said with a smile.

Hearing this, Fang Pan flipped his wrist without saying a word and took out a bulging green storage bag, placing it on the table.

The middle-aged man picked up the storage bag, scanned it briefly with his spiritual sense, and smiled even more broadly. He nodded and said, "The person you're looking for is currently in the Linghuan Realm."

With that, he waved his hand, and a purple-gold round bowl filled with clear water appeared on the tea table.

The middle-aged man raised a finger and gently tapped the edge of the bowl.

"Dong..."

The clear water in the bowl suddenly rippled, and after a flash of blue light, a scene of a giant ape fiercely fighting a yellow-turbaned giant immediately appeared in it.

Fang Pan immediately saw the golden giant ape, as large as a mountain, and his eyes narrowed, revealing an undisguised murderous intent.

Seeing this, the merchant-like middle-aged man showed no abnormality on his face, still wearing a gentle smile.

After a moment, he gently wiped the purple-gold bowl, and the light inside it dimmed, and the picture disappeared.

"This person is currently in a sect called the Jingyuan Sect in the Linghuan Realm and shouldn't be leaving anytime soon," the middle-aged man said slowly.

"Thank you for your help."

Fang Pan thanked him, but in his heart, he was already planning how to get to the Linghuan Realm.

"You're welcome. We're just providing convenience for those who pay. If you need anything else in the future, don't forget to come back to the pavilion," the middle-aged man said, smiling even more brightly, cupping his hands.

Fang Pan was about to speak when a golden light suddenly lit up on his waist, flashing intermittently.

Seeing this, the middle-aged man immediately stood up and said respectfully, "The isolation barrier here is absolutely foolproof. Guest, you may rest here for a while longer. I won't disturb you any further."

With that, he bowed slightly and left the room without looking back.

After he left, Fang Pan waved his hand across his waist, and a golden token with extremely beautiful patterns appeared in his palm.

He looked at the golden light flashing on the token, hesitated for a moment, then closed his eyes and immersed his spiritual sense into the token.

In an instant, his figure appeared in a magnificent golden palace. The palace had almost no furnishings, only many delicate and beautiful flower and bird patterns carved on the four walls.

In front of the main hall, stood a palace-dressed woman wearing a white veil over her face. As soon as she saw the black-clothed youth, she said:

"Fang Pan, recently, the Yunfu Realm has experienced a once-in-a-millennium outbreak of hidden beasts. Hundreds of cities within the realm have been brutally slaughtered, and dozens of sects have been tragically destroyed. You are hereby ordered to go to the Yunfu Realm to deal with this matter."

Hearing this, the black-clothed youth's face stiffened slightly. After hesitating for a moment, he still spoke up:

"Immortal Envoy, to completely quell the hidden beast tide, it will take at least several years, and this subordinate has some urgent matters that must be dealt with immediately. May I ask if you could assign someone else to carry out this task?"

"The others under me are all occupied with their own tasks, and none are free. Only you have not accepted any new tasks since completing your last mission," the white-robed Immortal said, shaking her head.

"Immortal Envoy, but..."

"Fang Pan, have you forgotten your duties and the rules of the Immortal Palace?" Fang Pan wanted to argue, but he was interrupted by the white-robed Immortal halfway through his sentence.

"I wouldn't dare, Fang Pan accepts the order." Although Fang Pan felt a thousand unwillingnesses in his heart, he had no choice but to answer.

After withdrawing his spiritual sense from the token, his face was gloomy, and he gnashed his teeth in secret: "Consider yourself lucky, kid. I'll let you live a few more years."

...

Three years later, Jingyuan Sect.

At night, silver light shone on the Nine Palace Peak, as if it were daytime.

The entire Juxing Platform was shrouded in seven extremely thick silver-white pillars of light. A huge vortex formed by the power of the stars surrounded the pillars of light, looking like an insurmountable giant wall.

At this moment, on the platform, Han Li was sitting cross-legged in the center, his body seemingly filled with starlight, his entire being translucent and glowing, almost transparent.

In his chest and abdomen, six blue light spots were distributed like a spoon, shimmering with brilliance. At the tail of the ladle, the seventh blue light spot was still somewhat hazy, but it was already about to emerge.

At this moment, Han Li's eyelashes fluttered a few times, and his eyes suddenly opened. He retracted his hand seals, and the seven pillars of light surrounding the Juxing Platform immediately dissipated, gradually disappearing.

Seven black lights whirled in the air and landed in Han Li's hands, transforming into seven Star Moon Treasure Mirrors, which he casually put away.

Back in the Jingyuan Sect, in order to escape from the secret realm, he had detonated his original treasure mirrors. Later, he seized a large number of Yin Chen Stones within the Heavenly Ghost Sect and reforged seven of them.

A smile appeared on his face, and he murmured to himself, "Finally, I'm about to condense the seventh Profound Aperture."

He originally didn't have much direct experience with Xuan Immortals, but since the battle with the yellow-turbaned giant three years ago, coupled with his current understanding of the Small Big Dipper Star Yuan Gong, he had gained a more precise understanding of this level.

He believed that when he achieved the True Extreme Body, if he encountered an opponent like the yellow-turbaned giant again, he might not need to use the Brahma Saint True Devil Art anymore, and his physical strength alone would be enough to suppress the opponent.

Thinking of this, he suddenly remembered something and flipped his wrist, and a walnut-sized yellow bean appeared in his palm.

It was the one he had taken from the chest of the yellow-turbaned giant.

Since learning that a secret organization in the Immortal World had put a bounty on his head, Han Li had been busy cultivating and increasing his strength. Today was the first time he had carefully examined this bean.

He held it in his palm, observing it intently for a moment, and discovered that apart from being several times larger than ordinary soybeans, it had no other special features.

However, when he probed his spiritual sense into the soybean, he was immediately shocked.

Within the bean, it was filled with a rich green light. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, but instead closed his eyes and felt it, Han Li would have even thought that there was a vast forest in front of him, filled with astonishing vitality.

"This thing actually has such immense vitality. It's truly extraordinary," Han Li exclaimed in admiration after opening his eyes.

He had only seen this yellow soybean used to condense the yellow-turbaned giant, and didn't know how to use it himself, but judging from the vitality contained within it, it might be of great use in the future.

After pondering for a moment, he waved his wrist and put away the mother bean. Then he stood up and walked down the stone steps along the edge of the Juxing Platform.

At this moment, a thick beam of light suddenly appeared in the night sky and flew rapidly, landing in front of him.

He Shan Daoist, with a look of anxiety on his face, appeared from the escape light and hurriedly bowed to Han Li, saying:

"Senior Han, something has happened."