With Han Li, more than two hundred people landed here. Most of them were humans, and some looked like other races. Among these humans, there were a few mortals.

In fact, these people were not really ordinary mortals, but like the body refiners in the Spirit World, they were taking the path of tempering their bodies to improve their martial power.

The group walked along the mountain road of the ferry, entered through the tall gate of the pass, and arrived in a very spacious hall.

The hall was very empty, with almost no furnishings. Only a three-foot-long sandalwood table was placed in a corner of the hall, with an incense burner on it, emitting wisps of smoke.

Through the thin layer of smoke, Han Li saw an old man in a purple robe with snow-white hair leaning against a grand master chair behind the table. His eyes were slightly closed, and his head was gently swaying, making it unclear whether he was meditating or just taking a nap.

Judging by the aura of cultivation on his body, he was a Mahayana cultivator.

Just as Han Li was about to shift his gaze, the old man suddenly opened his eyes and looked at him intently.

At the same time, an aged voice suddenly rang in Han Li's heart:

"Senior, you possess the cultivation of a True Immortal, yet intentionally suppress it to the Integration stage. I will not ask the reason why. But since you have entered the territory of our Candle Dragon Path, you must abide by our rules."

"I would like to hear the details," Han Li replied via voice transmission, looking at the old man.

He didn't find the other party's seemingly polite but warning words inappropriate. He was just a little puzzled as to why the other party could see through his cultivation with the divine sense of a Mahayana cultivator.

"Our Candle Dragon Path has the generosity to accommodate outside cultivators, so you can rest assured. But you must remember, as a True Immortal, you must not interfere in secular disputes, disrupt the order of mortals, or wantonly kill mortals," the old man in purple robe said via voice transmission.

"Thank you for informing me. It shall be so," Han Li replied directly.

"Then I wish you all the best," the old man in purple robe said, his tone becoming a bit more polite.

Han Li nodded slightly in acknowledgment, then turned around and walked out of the hall through the door on the other side, along with the others.

Outside the hall door was a very wide white square, where many strange beast-drawn carriages were parked. Some were for running in the mountains, and some were for flying in the sky, mainly provided for those mortal body refiners.

In the more distant mountains, a layer of white frost covered them like jade belts, reflecting dazzling light in the morning sun.

After entering Gu Yun Continent, Han Li clearly noticed that the temperature here was much lower than that of the previous Barren Tide Continent and other places, and the climate was also colder and more humid.

He paused for a moment, looked into the distance, flipped his wrist, took out a jade slip, and immersed his divine sense into it.

Inside this jade slip was the tracking map he had exchanged for in the Unyielding Alliance. Although the terrain and landforms presented in the map were still only a part, they were significantly more detailed than when he had checked it in the Black Wind Sea.

Another obvious difference from before was that the map now had a very conspicuous red line, starting from Eagle Sorrow Ferry where Han Li was located, and leading directly to a place called "White Iris City" in the northeast direction.

According to the information shown on the map, this White Iris City was located within a country called Bai You Kingdom, and was quite a distance away from here.

For the sake of prudence, he planned to travel at a speed befitting his current Integration stage cultivator status, which would take about ten days or so.

Unlike the Barren Tide Continent, the spirit energy in the world and the spirit veins scattered throughout the Gu Yun Continent far surpassed the former. Therefore, the major sects here were naturally much more numerous than the former, and the dangers along the way were naturally much smaller.

After determining the direction, Han Li put away the jade slip. With a flash of light, he transformed into a stream of light and soared into the sky.

After flying for about seven or eight days, when passing over a dense forest covered in white snow, Han Li's expression suddenly changed slightly. He immediately suspended himself in mid-air, his face uncertain.

Just now, a strange movement occurred deep within his soul. He actually sensed the auras of the Azure Bamboo Bee Cloud Swords and the Crab Taoist.

However, both of these sensations were very weak. If his divine soul was not strong enough, he would not have noticed them at all.

After a moment of pondering, he glanced around, and then flew straight down towards a hidden snow valley.

After landing in the valley, Han Li flew swiftly, leaping quickly through the silent valley like a mountain ape. Finally, he stopped on a very flat boulder deep within the valley.

With a wave of his sleeve, he swept away all the snow from the boulder, sat down cross-legged, closed his eyes, quickly made hand seals in front of him, and silently chanted incantations.

In his sea of consciousness, waves surged. A faint soul connection, like a slender thread, meandered and swam in the void, constantly searching for the traces of the Azure Bamboo Bee Cloud Swords and the Crab Taoist, following that weak connection.

However, just as his mind connection was gradually becoming clearer, the thread of soul swimming in the void suddenly broke. Even the original extremely weak soul sensation completely disappeared, as if someone had deliberately cast a spell to isolate it.

His brow furrowed slightly, and he changed his hand seals, fully urging his divine sense, trying to regain that sense.

However, after a while, he still helplessly opened his eyes, spread out his hands, and murmured with a sigh, "It seems that it won't be so easy to find you..."

After this incident, Han Li felt a little lost. He simply sat quietly in the secluded valley for another half an hour, sorted out his thoughts, and then flew up again, heading towards White Iris City.

Three days later.

Outside a white city standing on the plain at the confluence of two rivers, a blue figure landed from the sky with a flash of light.

He was tall, with a protruding forehead, a thick ring of whiskers on his face, and a somewhat rugged appearance. However, his eyes were very bright, which seemed a little incongruous.

This person was naturally Han Li in disguise.

Before entering the city, he used the mask from the Unyielding Alliance to change his face again. This time, he simply suppressed his aura completely and walked into White Iris City in a swaggering manner, looking like a mortal.

There was no snow near White Iris City, but the temperature was still somewhat cold. There were not many pedestrians coming and going at the city gate, and most of them were wearing thick cotton clothes.

There were also teams of people stationed on both sides of the city gate, mostly Foundation Establishment stage cultivators. However, they did not check the people coming and going too much, and seemed to be only responsible for maintaining order.

At first, Han Li found it a bit strange, but he soon understood.

This White Iris City was just a remote small city within Bai You Kingdom, where most of the residents were ordinary mortals. Therefore, the management was probably more secular.

After entering the city, Han Li checked the map in the jade slip again.

This time, the markings in the map were even clearer and more detailed, directly leading him to a restaurant in the east of the city.

Following the roads in the city, Han Li twisted and turned until he saw the flags and wine signs of the restaurant in a street that was not very prosperous.

Walking to the door of the restaurant, Han Li smelled a strong smell of locally brewed grain wine. Perhaps because it had been too long, he felt that there was some deviation from his memory.

He remembered that when Uncle Zhang came to his house when he was a child, he would always bring some homemade liquor. At the dinner table, with the rough farm dishes, he would always have a drink with his father.

He was young at that time, so he had never drunk it, but he always felt a bit pungent whenever he smelled it.

Thinking of this, Han Li was slightly distracted. Then, he shook his head self-deprecatingly, strode over the threshold, and walked into the restaurant.

At this time of day, according to secular living habits, it was past lunchtime, but not yet dinner time. Moreover, because this street was relatively remote, most of the tables and chairs in the restaurant were empty. Only two idlers were sitting at a table against the wall, eating salted peanuts and drinking small amounts of wine, smacking their lips.

A waiter with a towel on his shoulder saw Han Li come in, and quickly showed a familiar smile, welcoming him.

Before he could open his mouth to speak, his shoulder was grabbed and moved aside.

"This is an old acquaintance. I'll take care of him. You can go and do your work," a stout middle-aged man came out from behind him, saying with a smile on his face.

"What old acquaintance? I don't seem to have any impression."

The waiter watched the fat shopkeeper welcome Han Li to the second floor, scratched his head, muttered a few words to himself, and then stretched lazily, leaning against a stool to slack off.

Han Li followed the fat shopkeeper silently, stepping on the creaking wooden stairs to the second floor, and entered the innermost private room in the corridor.

As soon as he entered the door, the fat shopkeeper stepped aside, letting Han Li enter the room, and then turned around and closed the door.

Then, he waved his hand in the void, and a faint light lit up on the walls of the room, isolating the sound inside.

"Fellow cultivator, please sit down."

After doing all this, the fat shopkeeper made a "please" gesture, and the smile on his face gradually faded.

Han Li then sat down, glanced around, and found that the isolation formation around him was not very clever. If a cultivator of his level was interested in investigating, he could clearly see everything within ten miles.

However, this place was relatively remote and inconspicuous, making it the best place to hide.

"Fellow cultivator should have a token with you, right? Could you please take it out and let me verify it?" The fat shopkeeper also sat down opposite Han Li and said straightforwardly.

Hearing this, Han Li did not say anything. He flipped his wrist, took out the jade slip that recorded the task and the tracking map, placed it directly on the table in front of him, and pushed it towards the fat shopkeeper.

The latter took it, closed his eyes, explored it, nodded, and said:

"There is no problem with the token. It seems that you should be a fellow cultivator from the Unyielding Alliance."