Han Li's figure silently transformed into a streak of azure rainbow, blurring and vanishing into the distant void in a flash.

In the next moment, his figure reappeared a thousand miles away. As soon as he materialized, he darted away again.

After increasing the distance, he immediately accelerated his escape, covering tens of thousands of miles in the blink of an eye, before landing near a remote mountain peak.

Standing at the summit, Han Li glanced back in the direction of White Jade Peak and sighed softly.

Regardless of whether the Candle Dragon Dao could survive this tribulation today, he could no longer stay. Being targeted by a force like the Northern Cold Immortal Palace would inevitably lead to endless disputes in the future. Moreover, he had been in close contact with a character like Hu Yan Daoist, and who knew if he had been watched by someone.

Most importantly, the brocade-robed youth gave him a very bad feeling. Although he couldn't explain why, he instinctively wanted to stay as far away from this person as possible.

Han Li retracted his gaze, made hand seals, and a roaring sound erupted from his body. Golden lightning bolts suddenly appeared, instantly coalescing into a lightning formation.

With a rumble, the lightning formation shone brightly, and his figure disappeared into thin air.

Not long after Han Li's figure vanished, streams of light, some bright and some dim, flew from the direction of White Jade Peak, heading in various directions.

These people were all members of the Candle Dragon Dao, including many True Immortal elders.

…

Above a mountain peak in the Bell Echo Mountain Range, a blurry golden thread pierced through the void, silently flying forward at a speed many times faster than ordinary escape techniques.

The golden thread faintly revealed the shape of lightning and appeared extremely strange. The void rippled slightly in its wake, indicating a combination of lightning escape and spatial power.

Although lightning escape appeared to be a near-instantaneous teleportation, it was not actually teleportation. It was simply a technique of transforming oneself into a lightning form and moving swiftly at the speed of lightning.

As the golden thread traversed the void, it suddenly slowed down. A force began to appear in the void ahead, blocking the golden thread and making it feel like it was advancing through a swamp.

The further it went, the greater the formless force became. The golden thread's speed decreased more and more, eventually reaching only the speed of an ordinary True Immortal's escape.

The void rippled, and golden lightning bolts emerged, forming a lightning formation.

With a loud thunderclap, Han Li's figure materialized in the center of the formation.

He glanced ahead, his expression slightly solemn. Then, his figure transformed into a streak of azure light and flew forward, stopping a few hundred miles away in the blink of an eye.

A gigantic yellow fog wall rose from the ground ahead, reaching the sky and extending to the left and right, seemingly without end.

The yellow fog rolled and churned atop the wall, transforming into various shapes, sometimes like clouds and mist, sometimes like ferocious beasts, changing endlessly.

Streams of yellow light emanated from within, and countless yellow array patterns could be vaguely seen flashing inside. A heavy, mountain-like aura washed over him, as if an enormous mountain peak stood before him.

Han Li's figure flickered, and he flew near the fog wall. With a thought, he released his spiritual sense, spreading it towards the fog wall. However, as soon as his spiritual sense entered the yellow fog slightly, it was immediately and unceremoniously repelled by an invisible force.

He frowned slightly, then his eyes flashed with blue light, and two tangible rays of blue light shot out, gazing at the fog wall.

After a moment, the blue light in Han Li's eyes disappeared, and he murmured, "What a powerful restriction!"

Blocking his path was this fog wall.

His lightning teleportation array could directly utilize spatial power, so ordinary restrictions could not stop him, unless they also contained spatial power.

Earlier, he had used his spiritual eyes to their full extent and finally discerned some clues about the fog wall restriction. Deep within the fog wall restriction, a layer of spatial power permeated, thick and dense, indicating an extremely powerful spatial restriction.

Besides the spatial restriction, there were also several other types of restrictions within the fog wall, fused together with extremely skillful techniques. Even for him, breaking through it would not be a task that could be accomplished overnight.

Han Li looked around, while fully unleashing his spiritual sense.

After a few breaths, he retracted his spiritual sense, his expression darkening.

The range of this fog wall restriction was incredibly vast. Even with his powerful spiritual sense, he couldn't completely survey it.

However, based on what he had learned, this yellow fog wall restriction should be a super formation, shaped like a sphere, enveloping a large area centered on White Jade Peak.

When he had previously come to White Jade Peak, he had passed through here, and there had been no such massive restriction at that time.

"It must have been arranged in advance by the Northern Cold Immortal Palace and those Golden Immortal Dao Lords of the Candle Dragon Dao," Han Li thought to himself.

It seemed that these people had been planning this for a long time and had made ample preparations for today's event. The goal was likely to prevent Baili Yan from escaping using similar escape techniques.

Han Li pondered for a moment and waved his arm.

Twelve golden rays flew out from his body, suspended around him. They were twelve Rooted Lightning Wood, engraved with complex lightning runes and array diagrams.

The twelve Rooted Lightning Wood were arranged one to the left and one to the right, forming an array pattern.

He made hand seals, and the twelve Rooted Lightning Wood shone with golden light, revealing a lightning formation that was dozens of times larger, with countless extremely complex lightning runes flashing inside.

With a thunderous roar, the lightning formation emitted a brilliant light. Han Li was within it, his figure becoming translucent.

But in the next moment, the lightning formation suddenly fluctuated violently, with disordered and increasingly uncontrollable lightning bolts inside.

With a "boom," the entire lightning formation shattered, and Han Li staggered out, his figure becoming solid again.

He was silent for a moment, then waved his hand to collect the twelve Rooted Lightning Wood, and looked at the yellow fog light barrier in front of him, about to do something.

Just at that moment, an unexpected event occurred!

A black shadow flashed above his head, and a black cloud appeared. Countless black rays descended from the sky, densely packed, and the void flickered wildly as they struck towards Han Li's head.

Azure light erupted from Han Li's body, and his figure flickered, disappearing from the spot. He appeared thousands of feet away in the next moment.

The thousands of black rays struck a mountain peak below, and with a thunderous roar, the entire mountain peak was instantly riddled with holes, shattered, and collapsed.

Han Li looked up at the sky.

Three streams of light descended from the sky, and after a burst of flickering, three figures appeared.

The person in the lead was none other than the brocade-robed youth from before.

The two people beside him were dressed in black, standing respectfully behind the brocade-robed youth, appearing like two guards. One was fleshy and tall, and the other was thin and bony, like a skeleton.

"What is the meaning of this? Your target is Baili Yan, and it seems to have nothing to do with a minor character of the Candle Dragon Dao like me," Han Li said, his expression unchanged.

As he spoke, he secretly swept his spiritual sense over the three, and his heart skipped a beat.

The two black-clad guards, one fat and one thin, were both in the late stage of the True Immortal Realm, while the brocade-robed youth was hazy and unclear, making it impossible to sense his specific cultivation.

In other words, if this person had not cultivated some extremely powerful concealment technique, then he was a Golden Immortal Realm cultivator.

"Tsk tsk! It's truly admirable after a few days apart. It's only been a few years, and not only are you not dead, but you've also become a late-stage True Immortal cultivator. Congratulations," the brocade-robed youth said slowly, not answering Han Li's question.

"So, you've seen me before?" Han Li frowned and asked in a deep voice.

The brocade-robed youth seemed to have heard something extremely amusing, and a hint of smugness appeared in his eyes. He laughed loudly.

Han Li looked at this person, his expression fluctuating between light and dark.

"Young Master, with your Soul Extinguishing True Light, how could this kid remember what happened before? Not turning into a fool is already a great blessing for him," the black-clad fatty said with a dry laugh, flattering him obsequiously.

The brocade-robed youth laughed heartily, and the two beside him also joined in, clutching their stomachs.

"Han Daoyou, I remember now. This person is the one who severely injured you and sealed me and the Azure Bamboo Swarmcloud Swords back then!" In Han Li's mind, the voice of the Crab Daoren suddenly sounded.

"Are you sure you're not mistaken?" Han Li's heart shook, and he quickly asked through voice transmission.

"Absolutely not. This person's supernatural powers are strange, seemingly having the ability to seal memories. I only recovered some memory fragments recently after controlling this puppet, but after seeing this person, I can be certain without a doubt," the Crab Daoren said decisively.

Han Li didn't speak, but a hint of coldness flashed deep in his eyes as he looked at the brocade-robed youth.

"It seems you've finally remembered something. I've been searching for you for years, but I never expected to find you here today after searching high and low," the brocade-robed youth said with a faint smile.

"It seems we are truly destined," Han Li said calmly, his expression returning to normal.

"I don't want to waste any more words with you. Hand over the secret of the crystal grains obediently, and I can spare your life," the brocade-robed youth said leisurely.

"But I don't plan to spare your life," Han Li shook his head and said.

"You're still trying to be clever even when death is upon you! Remember, this time, you won't be so lucky!" The smile on the brocade-robed youth's face vanished, and he suddenly waved his hand. A black ray flew out from his fingertip.

After the black ray flew out, it immediately erupted with dazzling black light and vanished from the spot with a "swoosh."

Han Li's eyes narrowed, and his figure flickered, darting to the left. At the same time, he made a hand seal without thinking.

Azure light flashed, and four azure flying swords appeared, rapidly rotating around his body.

The black ray appeared out of thin air beside Han Li and attacked instantly, but it was blocked by a flying sword.

With a loud "clang!"

His entire body was like being struck by a heavy hammer, suddenly flying backward, only managing to stabilize himself after flying dozens of feet.

Only then did Han Li see clearly that the black ray was a black hammer, about a foot in size, with mysterious spiritual patterns engraved on the hammer body, exuding terrifying spiritual energy fluctuations.

Although the azure flying sword had blocked the hammer, the sword body trembled constantly, emitting a buzzing sound, as if it couldn't bear the weight.

Han Li flicked his fingers in succession, and the other three flying swords flew over, quickly striking the black hammer.

"Clang" "Clang" "Clang"

With three consecutive loud bangs, the black hammer was immediately knocked away.