In the dense forest, ancient trees stood serene and lush.

Han Li traversed the woods, and even with his current knowledge and experience, he couldn't help but feel overwhelmed by the sights.

Everywhere he looked, there were countless exotic flowers and rare herbs. Some of these were extremely rare treasures in the Spirit World back in his day, only appearing once in a century. Now, they were commonplace, and most were quite old, many over a thousand years, with a few even exceeding ten thousand years.

There were also some spiritual plants that he didn't recognize, but most of them contained astonishing spiritual power or had unique aromas and appearances. Naturally, he unceremoniously collected them all.

Although he had roughly scanned the mysterious bubble space with his spiritual sense when he first entered, he was still amazed by what he saw now. He secretly rejoiced that he hadn't left in a hurry.

After about half an hour, Han Li stopped in a relatively open area of the forest. The trees were sparse here, and there were no spiritual herbs growing, making it seem somewhat barren.

A giant cave, over a hundred feet wide, was about a hundred feet in front of him, gaping like a huge sack with its dark mouth.

After Han Li stopped, he looked around and confirmed that there was nothing unusual before walking to the cave entrance and peering inside.

The cave didn't go straight down but sloped into the ground. A "whooshing" sound of wind echoed from within.

Han Li's eyes flashed with blue light, and he strode into the cave.

The cave was dark and damp, with the sound of water droplets falling from the roof and walls. The ground felt soft and spongy underfoot.

He walked downwards for about fifteen minutes when the cave suddenly turned and extended in another direction. The surrounding rocks of the cave walls began to be interspersed with pieces of white crystal that emitted a cold, clear light.

At first, they were sparse, but the further he went, the denser the crystals became, gradually illuminating the entire tunnel.

After walking for another fifteen minutes, he finally reached the end of the cave, a huge underground cavern several hundred feet in circumference.

The top of the cavern was densely packed with countless white crystals, the cold light shining down and filling the entire space.

At the bottom, the clear sound of flowing water could be heard, as an underground river ran through it, forming a small lake. The area around the lake was a sandy beach made of yellow crystalline sand.

The white glow and the rippling water reflected off each other, casting shimmering light on the cave walls, creating an unexpectedly strange beauty.

Han Li, however, was in no mood to appreciate the scenery. His eyes were fixed on a huge rock protruding from the water in the center of the cavern.

A strange tree, about ten feet tall, grew on the land of about thirty feet.

The trunk was somewhat similar to a common walnut tree, but it was completely bare, without a single leaf. Only walnut-shaped fruits hung from the branches.

Han Li leaped and landed beneath the tree, carefully examining it from top to bottom.

Upon closer inspection, he discovered a kind of mysterious pattern on the trunk that he had never seen before. It didn't seem to be carved by humans but grew naturally.

The walnut fruits hanging on the tree were even more peculiar. The surface patterns were dense and twisted, appearing like strange human faces, some like old men, some like newborns, and some like middle-aged women, all different from each other.

Regardless of the patterns, all of these human-faced walnut fruits emitted an astonishing earth-attribute elemental energy.

He had been drawn here by the discovery of this energy.

Han Li stroked his chin, a thoughtful look on his face. He had a vague guess in his mind.

This mysterious bubble space should have belonged to the one-eyed giant, and the centaur beast had fought to the death for this strange walnut tree within the space.

Although he couldn't recognize the origin of the tree or the walnut fruits, one thing was certain: anything that could cause two beasts with cultivation levels comparable to True Immortals to fight over it would not be ordinary. It should be some kind of unknown treasure of heaven and earth.

But that no longer mattered. Everything here now belonged to him alone.

...

Immortal World.

Above an unknown mountain range, leaden clouds obscured the sky, and howling winds carried falling snow. The entire sky appeared a dull gray.

On the mountain range, the area below the waist of dozens of peaks still had a few trees bent under the thick layers of snow, but above that, it was completely white, entirely frozen.

Between heaven and earth, there was only the sound of the howling wind and the rustling of falling snowflakes. There were no other sounds, and even fewer signs of life.

However, at this moment, from deep within the mountainside of the tallest ice peak, a shrill female voice suddenly pierced through the layers of snow and was carried out unaffected by the howling wind:

"Who is it? Who is so bold as to kill my spirit pet? No matter who it is, I will find you and tear you to pieces, then extract your soul and suppress it under my Heavy Yin Peak, so you can never be reincarnated!"

Her voice was full of anger, echoing in the howling wind and blizzard, shaking the entire snow peak.

Countless huge chunks of snow that had accumulated for countless years broke off and slid from the cliffs, pushing and carrying more snow as they rushed down the mountain, creating a "rumbling" sound like the beating of war drums.

...

North Cold Immortal Domain, in a blue sea.

A blazing sun hung in the sky. Wisps of thin white clouds floated in the clear, water-washed sky. A gentle breeze blew across the surface of the sea, constantly creating small waves.

On the shimmering sea, there was a black island, thousands of miles in circumference, surrounded by countless bizarre black reefs, making it appear extremely irregular. Seen from above, its shape resembled an enormous leaf.

At a port on the north side of the island, many ships were currently docked, but they were empty, without a single person.

From the port, a wide bluestone road led into the dense forest on the island.

At the end of the road, a densely packed, ancient village was nestled among the towering trees.

At this moment, fires raged in the village, with billowing smoke everywhere. A series of earth-shattering battle cries echoed from all directions. The light of magical treasures rose and fell, and the air was thick with a strong smell of blood.

In the midst of the ravaged ruins, nearly a thousand cultivators were engaged in a chaotic battle, vaguely divided into two camps, with roughly the same number of people on each side.

One side of the cultivators did not seem to be human. They were tall and strong, with blue skin and fangs. Most of them wielded hammer-like magical weapons, and their bodies were covered with a layer of pale white light.

Mixed among these alien race cultivators were some tall warriors wearing yellow armor and wielding spiked clubs. However, they were all waxy yellow and didn't seem alive, as if they were animated wax figures.

The other side of the cultivators, who were battling them, were mostly humans, as well as some strange soldiers wearing blood-red armor.

The skin of these blood-armored soldiers was the same color as their armor, and their faces were expressionless. They showed no emotion as they charged into battle, appearing like puppets.

On a high ground, a blood-armored soldier wielding a blood-red spear leaped down, thrusting his spear at a waxy yellow warrior who was rushing forward.

Before he landed, a vortex of blood suddenly exploded from the tip of the blood spear, and countless rays of blood swept down.

With a "boom,"

A hole the size of a water tank was blasted open in the chest of the waxy yellow warrior, and yellow wax dripped out. He staggered back a few steps.

But the next moment, he crouched down, and his body leaped up like lightning. He swung the spiked club in his hand, and countless shadows of the club emerged, turning into a yellow hurricane that rushed down towards the blood-armored soldier who had just landed.

With a "bang!"

The blood-armored soldier was caught off guard, and his head exploded. But at the last moment, he threw the spear in his hand, turning it into a streak of blood that pierced the waxy yellow warrior's head.

The two fell almost simultaneously, one turning into a pool of blood, the other into a puddle of wax.

On the other side, a short, fat old man suddenly flashed out from behind a broken wall, holding a blood-colored jade bottle in his hand. He inverted the bottle, pointing the mouth at an alien race cultivator who was chasing after someone else, several dozen feet away.

The old man gently tapped the bottom of the bottle. The bottle mouth flashed with a blood-colored light, and dense blood threads shot out, intertwining into a beam of blood that shot towards the alien race's back silently.

A strange scene appeared!

As soon as the blood-colored beam touched the layer of white light on the alien race's body, its momentum slowed down. Although it wasn't completely blocked, its power seemed to have been reduced by a third.

With a "bang!"

Although the alien race was staggered and spat out a mouthful of blood, he was not seriously injured. Instead, he turned around and roared as he rushed towards the old man.

Similar scenes were playing out everywhere in the village.

Whether they were waxy yellow warriors or blood-armored soldiers, they fought fiercely, with a fearless, suicidal aura. However, because their numbers were similar and their strength was about the same, they could not turn the tide of battle.

However, the alien race cultivators were protected by the strange white light on their bodies, so that the power of any magical weapons or spells that landed on them would be reduced by a third. They quickly gained the upper hand on the battlefield, forcing the human cultivators to retreat towards the center of the village.

At the same time, on a white stone square in the center of the village, dozens of people wearing black robes were sitting cross-legged around a huge statue, silently chanting strange and incomprehensible incantations.

These people were of all ages, male and female, and their faces were somewhat pale. Each of them had rolled up their sleeves and extended their left arm in front of them.

A thin blood line was drawn on each of their wrists, and drops of crimson blood flowed out, dripping onto the ground in front of them.

On the ground, channels half a finger deep were carved, interconnected and gathered into a complex array pattern, connected to the statue in the center.

The statue was about ten feet tall and depicted a young scholar wearing a scarf and holding a book, gazing into the distance.

If Han Li were here, he would be surprised to find that the young scholar's facial features were three parts similar to his own, but in terms of body proportions, Han Li was clearly taller.

In front of the statue, an old man wearing a gray robe crossed his arms and hugged his shoulders, praying to the statue with a pious expression:

"Great Ancestral God! Please listen to the faithful call of your bloodline, descend!"