"This is none of your concern, you may all leave," the blue-faced old Daoist coughed lightly and turned to the crowd nearby.

Although the surrounding people were curious, it seemed that the blue-faced old Daoist held a high position and status. They dared not disobey, and after agreeing, they dispersed and left.

"Daoist friend, please follow me." The blue-faced old Daoist said to Han Li and flew towards the depths of Diancang Mountain.

Han Li seemed to have expected the blue-faced old Daoist to do this. A blue light flickered around him as he followed closely behind.

With their speed, they arrived in the depths of the Diancang Mountain range in a short while.

Upon arriving here, the dense fog surrounding the mountains suddenly disappeared without a trace, and the visibility gradually became clearer.

All that could be seen ahead were layer upon layer of mountains, overlapping peaks and ridges, stretching continuously, one connected to another, extending to the horizon.

Amidst the mountains, the aura of some buildings and restrictions began to emerge.

"The place we just passed through was the outer periphery of the Diancang Mountain range. This is the inner periphery, where the Cangliu Palace sect is located," the blue-faced old Daoist said as he flew forward.

Han Li casually glanced around, his expression unchanging, which made the blue-faced old man, who had been secretly observing him, somewhat discouraged.

After flying for a while, Han Li's expression suddenly shifted.

A huge mountain appeared in the mountains ahead. This mountain was majestic and towering, like a mountain reaching the heavens, soaring straight into the sky.

The nearby mountains seemed like small mounds in front of this giant peak.

Han Li had seen many magnificent mountains before, but none could compare to the giant peak before him.

The spiritual energy of heaven and earth near the giant peak suddenly became much richer. From the mountainside upwards, countless palaces, pavilions, and other buildings were constructed, densely packed like a honeycomb when viewed from afar.

The summit was shrouded in a huge mass of white light, glittering and sparkling. Neither sight nor spiritual sense could perceive what was inside.

"It is said that within Cangliu Palace, there are nineteen towering giant peaks, which are the gathering places of the spiritual veins of the Diancang Mountain range, known as the Nineteen Holy Peaks. The founding Grand Palace Master of Cangliu Palace even displayed great and thorough divine powers, using the spiritual power of the nineteen Holy Peaks as the foundation, and opened up a secret realm at the summit of each giant peak, known as the Nineteen Scenic Realms. I wonder which of the Holy Peaks is this one?" Han Li suddenly asked.

"Hehe, Daoist friend is knowledgeable. This is 'Huaiguang,' one of the Nineteen Holy Peaks," the blue-faced old man said with a hint of surprise on his face.

Han Li nodded silently upon hearing this.

Next to the Huaiguang Holy Peak, a wide and immense river meandered and flowed past, its waves surging towards the front.

The water in the river was azure blue, exuding an extremely rich water spiritual force. It was clearly not ordinary flowing water, but resembled some kind of True Water.

Han Li's eyes flickered slightly. From the records of the Zhulong Dao and the soul-searching of the black-bearded old man, he had learned quite a bit about the situation of Cangliu Palace.

Each of the nineteen Holy Peaks of Cangliu Palace has a great river flowing alongside it. These nineteen great rivers are also known as the Nineteen True Rivers.

These Nineteen True Rivers are not ordinary rivers. The unique water spiritual veins of the Diancang Mountain range cause the flowing water in the Nineteen True Rivers to transform into True Water, and the properties of the True Water in the nineteen True Rivers are all different.

Cangliu Palace cultivators of past generations have used these nineteen True Rivers as the foundation to create countless water-attribute divine abilities and cultivation methods, developing to the point they are at today.

The two flew forward, encountering several other Holy Peaks and True Rivers along the way.

Especially the nineteen True Rivers, which faintly began to converge towards one place.

Half an hour later, the blue-faced old man suddenly stopped.

Han Li looked ahead, his face showing a look of surprise.

The ground ahead suddenly sank, forming a huge circular pit, tens of thousands of miles in size, like a sinkhole, pitch black and bottomless.

All nineteen True Rivers converged here, flowing into this sinkhole, forming nineteen earth-shattering waterfalls, roaring and rushing down, extremely spectacular.

"Daoist friend, please follow me." The blue-faced old man paused by this sinkhole for a while, seemingly allowing Han Li to admire the magnificent scenery here, before flying downwards.

Han Li retracted his gaze and followed after a sway of his body.

The two flew into the sinkhole and towards the bottom, quickly reaching the bottom.

The bottom of the sinkhole was a vast expanse of water, tinged with azure.

Nineteen giant waterfalls poured down, pouring into this place, but the water surface was extremely calm, without a trace of waves, like a huge piece of blue glass.

A blue palace floated above the water surface. The entire palace was constructed from a kind of aquamarine crystal, naturally formed, without a trace of masonry, as if it were carved from a single giant crystal.

The palace was inscribed with spiritual patterns everywhere, radiating bursts of light.

A huge plaque hung in the center of the palace entrance, with the three large characters 'Cangliu Palace' written on it.

The blue-faced old Daoist led Han Li to the front of the Cangliu Palace. At this moment, six or seven people were already standing in front of the palace, their auras vast. They were all Golden Immortals, and Luo Qinghai was also among them.

These Cangliu Palace Golden Immortals looked at Han Li with some hostility.

Especially a burly man with a blue horn on his forehead, who had been sizing up Han Li with an unfriendly expression.

The auras of these Golden Immortals were faintly released, pressing towards Han Li, obviously with some intention of intimidation.

"So it is you. Since our separation in Guanlan City that day, I didn't expect Daoist friend to visit today. I have failed to greet you properly, please forgive me." Luo Qinghai greeted him with a smile.

Han Li glanced at the crowd, his heart stirring.

The Golden Immortal cultivators of Cangliu Palace should all be here.

Speaking of which, Cangliu Palace is indeed a top-notch faction in the Northern Cold Immortal Territory, and its strength is indeed extraordinary.

Judging by the number of Golden Immortal cultivators alone, including those who fell in the Underworld Cold Immortal Palace, it was no less than the Zhulong Dao of that time.

Among the Golden Immortal cultivators present, three had reached the mid-stage of Golden Immortal.

The blue-faced old Daoist who brought Han Li here was one of them, as was a masked blue-robed young woman. The last person was the one-horned burly man.

Especially that one-horned burly man, whose aura was surging, had already reached the peak of the mid-stage of Golden Immortal, only a step away from the late-stage of Golden Immortal.

The auras of all the people were connected into one, pressing down like an overwhelming mountain.

However, Han Li had already faced Gongshu Jiu head-on, so how could he be frightened by the auras of a few Golden Immortals from Cangliu Palace?

"Grand Palace Master Luo, it is indeed not easy to see you," Han Li said calmly and indifferently.

"Hehe, I was in secluded cultivation in the sect, so I ordered that no outsiders be seen. Of course, Daoist friend is an exception. These people do not recognize Daoist friend, please do not blame them." Seeing that Han Li was not affected by the surrounding auras at all, Luo Qinghai's eyes flickered, but he still said with a friendly expression.

Han Li smiled and said nothing.

"Daoist friend has come from afar, please come into the hall and take a seat," Luo Qinghai then said, and then led the way.

Han Li ignored the surrounding people and walked into the blue hall without hesitation.

The other Golden Immortals looked at each other and silently followed into the hall.

Entering the hall, there was a hall about thirty or forty feet in size, which seemed to be a place for receiving guests.

The hall was simply decorated, with more than a dozen blue jade pillars standing upright. Each jade pillar was inlaid with a rhombus-shaped crystal, emitting a faint blue light, illuminating the entire hall.

Between these jade pillars, two rows of blue large chairs were placed.

"Daoist friend, please." Luo Qinghai sat down in the main seat and pointed to the seat next to him.

Han Li was not polite and sat down, and the others also took their seats.

"Speaking of which, this is the second time we have met. I am ashamed to say that I still do not know Daoist friend's name? What sect are you from?" Luo Qinghai first introduced everyone present, and then asked calmly.

"My surname is Liu. As for where I come from, you Daoist friends need not ask. I am not from the Northern Cold Immortal Territory. Even if I tell you my master's sect, you would not know," Han Li said lightly.

"So it is Daoist friend Liu. May I ask, what brings Daoist friend to my Cangliu Palace today?" Luo Qinghai cupped his hands and asked with a smile.

"I should be the one asking you this. After leaving the Black Wind Sea, I was planning to return to my sect, but I was ambushed and attacked by two Golden Immortals from your Cangliu Palace near Guanlan City. Fortunately, I have some strength, otherwise I would have been buried in the wilderness. I want to ask Grand Palace Master Luo, was this ordered by you?" Han Li took out two blue tokens with a flip of his hand, slammed them heavily on the coffee table next to him, and said coldly.

These two tokens were found in the storage artifacts of the white-faced scholar and the black-bearded old man, and were the identity tokens of the two.

The expressions of everyone in Cangliu Palace changed when they saw the two tokens.

Luo Qinghai's pupils also shrank, but he did not speak.

"Daoist friend Liu, what are you talking about? Palace Masters Tie and Qiu of this sect disappeared in Guanlan City. They are probably in the hands of the enemy. We are also urgently searching for them. Daoist friend Liu now says that the two of them ambushed you, which makes us confused," the one-horned burly man sneered, his eyes full of provocation as he looked at Han Li.

Han Li looked at the one-horned burly man, whose name was Feng Hai, and was the Southern Extremity Palace Master of the Five Extremity Palace Masters of Cangliu Palace.

"Are you saying that I am slandering these two?" Han Li chuckled and asked Feng Hai.

"How can such a major matter be heard on your word alone? If you say that they ambushed you, then show us concrete evidence. We, Cangliu Palace, dare not randomly acknowledge such a crime," Feng Hai said coldly.

"I came here today to seek an explanation for this matter. Since you do not wish to believe it, then so be it. Speaking of which, my two juniors happen to be missing two Golden Soul Pills, goodbye." Han Li said meaningfully, stood up, and walked outside.

The expressions of everyone in Cangliu Palace changed when they heard this.

With a flash of blue, the one-horned burly man appeared in front of Han Li, blocking his way, and said in a deep voice: "What do you take our Cangliu Palace for? Coming and going as you please! If you want to leave, you can, but leave the Nascent Souls of Palace Masters Tie and Qiu!"