There were more than 200 people who disembarked here with Han Li. Most of them were humans, and some of them looked like alien races. Among these humans, there were a few mortals.
In fact, these people were not really ordinary mortals, but like the physique cultivators in the Spiritual Realm, they took the path of tempering their physique to improve their martial strength.
Everyone walked inside along the ferry mountain road, walked in from the tall door of the pass, and came to a very spacious hall.
The hall was very empty, and there were almost no furnishings. There was only a 3 feet long red sandalwood table in the corner of the hall. There was an incense burner on it, and it was emitting smoke.
Through the thin layer of smoke, Han Li saw an old man in a purple robe with snow-white beard and hair sitting on the armchair behind the table. His eyes were slightly closed, and his head was slightly swaying. It was hard to tell whether he was meditating or taking a nap.
Looking at his cultivation qi, he was a dacheng stage cultivator.
Just when Han Li's eyes were about to move away from him, the old man suddenly opened his eyes and looked at him with bright eyes.
At the same time, an old voice suddenly sounded in Han Li's mind,
"Senior, since you have the cultivation of Perfected Immortal, but you deliberately suppress it to the level of Form Synthesis. I won't ask much about the reason.
But since you have stepped into the territory of our fire dragon path, you must abide by the rules of our fire dragon path. "
"I'd like to hear the details." Han Li looked at the old man and replied with a voice transmission.
He didn't think there was anything wrong with the other party's seemingly polite but warning words, but he muttered in his heart. Why can the other party see through my cultivation with the power of Divine Thought of dacheng stage?
"Our fire dragon path has the tolerance to accommodate the cultivators of the outside world. You can rest assured about this, senior.
However, you must remember that as a true immortal, you can't intervene in worldly disputes, disturb the order of mortals, and you can't kill mortals. "The old man in a purple robe said with a voice transmission.
"Thank you for telling me, of course." Han Li replied directly after hearing the words.
"Then I wish you all the best, Senior," the purple-robed elderly man said in a polite tone.
Han Li nodded slightly in acknowledgment. Then, he turned around and walked out of the hall through the door on the other side with the others.
Outside the palace door was a very wide white plaza. There were many strange beast carriages parked on it. Some could run in the mountains, while others could fly in the sky. They were mainly provided for those mortal body cultivators.
On the mountain range further away, there was a layer of white frost that looked like a jade belt hanging horizontally. It reflected a glaring light under the sunlight.
After entering the Ancient Cloud Continent, Han Li found that the temperature here was much lower than in the Wasteland Continent. It was also colder and more humid.
He stopped in place and looked into the distance for a moment. With a flip of his wrist, he took out a jade slip and sent his Divine Sense into it.
Within this jade slip was the tracking map that he'd obtained from the Anicca Alliance. At this moment, even though only a portion of the terrain was displayed on the map, it was clearly much more detailed than when he'd inspected it in the Blackwind Sea.
Furthermore, there was one thing that was clearly different from before. This time, an extremely conspicuous red line had appeared on the map. Starting from Han Li's current location at the Grieving Eagle Crossing, it led to a place known as White Kite City in the northeast.
According to the map, Baiyuan City was located within the borders of a country called Baiyou Nation. It was quite a distance away from where he was.
To be on the safe side, he planned to travel at a speed that was suitable for his current status as a cultivator of the Body Integration Stage. It would take him about ten days to get there.
The Ancient Cloud Continent was different from the Wasteland Continent. Whether it was the density of the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi or the spiritual veins, the Ancient Cloud Continent was far superior to the Wasteland Continent. Thus, the number of sects here was much higher than the Wasteland Continent.
After ascertaining his direction, Han Li stowed the jade slip away and rose into the air as a streak of light.
After flying for around seven or eight days, Han Li's expression suddenly changed slightly as he flew over a lush mountain forest that was covered in white snow. He immediately stopped in mid-air with an indecisive look on his face.
Just then, he sensed the auras of the Azure Bamboo Cloudswarm Swords and Daoist Xie deep within his soul.
However, both of these auras were extremely weak, and if it weren't for the fact that his consciousness was sufficiently powerful, there was no way he would've been able to detect them.
After pondering for a while, he glanced around, and then flew straight toward a hidden snow valley.
After landing in the valley, Han Li's body flew through the silent valley like a mountain ape. In the end, he stopped on an extremely flat boulder in the depths of the valley.
With a wave of his sleeve, he swept away all the snow on the boulder before sitting down with his legs crossed. He closed his eyes and quickly formed hand seals before him while chanting an incantation.
In his sea of consciousness, waves surged. A faintly discernible spiritual connection was swimming in the air like a thin thread, constantly searching for traces of the Azure Bamboo Cloudswarm Swords and Daoist Xie.
However, just as the spiritual connection gradually became clearer, the strand of spiritual connection in the air was suddenly cut off. Even the extremely weak spiritual connection was completely cut off, as if someone had cast a spell to isolate it.
Furrowing his brows, he changed his hand seals and circulated his spiritual sense with all his might in an attempt to retrieve that spiritual connection.
However, after a while, he helplessly opened his eyes and spread out his hands as he murmured to himself, "Looks like it won't be easy to find you guys..."
Han Li was feeling rather dejected after this incident, so he decided to meditate in the secluded valley for a while longer. After sorting out his thoughts, he rose into the air again and flew toward White Kite City.
Three days later.
Outside a white city situated at the intersection of two rivers on a plain, an azure figure descended from the sky.
This was a tall and broad man with a protruding forehead and a thick beard. His facial features were a little rugged, but his eyes were very bright, making him seem rather out of place.
This was naturally none other than Han Li in disguise.
Prior to entering the city, he had changed his appearance using the Anicca Alliance mask. On this occasion, he completely suppressed his aura and swaggered into Bai Yuan City with the appearance of a mortal.
There was no snow in the vicinity of Bai Yuan City, but the temperature was also quite cold. There weren't many people passing through the city gates, and most of them were wearing thick cotton-padded clothes.
There was also a team of people stationed on both sides of the city gates. Most of them were Foundation Establishment cultivators, but they didn't interrogate too many passersby. It seemed like they were only responsible for maintaining order.
At first, Han Li found this a little strange, but he soon understood.
Bai Yuan City was just a small, remote city in the Baiyou Nation. Most of the people living here were ordinary mortals, so the management of the city was more secular.
After entering the city, Han Li examined the map in the jade slip again.
This time, the markings on the map were even clearer and more detailed. It led him directly to a restaurant in the east of the city.
Following the city streets, Han Li took a few turns before he finally saw the restaurant's banner and signboard in a not-so-busy alley.
When he reached the restaurant's entrance, Han Li smelled the strong aroma of wine brewed by mortals. Perhaps it was because it had been too long, but he felt that it was a little different from what he remembered.
He remembered that when he was young, Uncle Zhang would bring some local wine every time he came to visit. The table would be filled with the coarse food of the farmers, and he would always drink some with his father.
He was still young at that time, so he had never drunk it before. Every time he smelled it, it would be a little pungent.
When he thought of this, Han Li was a little absent-minded. Then, he shook his head in a self-deprecating manner. He strode over the door sill and entered the restaurant.
At this time, according to the customs of the secular world, it was already past lunch time, but it was not yet dinner time. Moreover, because this street was relatively remote, most of the tables and chairs in the shop were empty. Only two idlers were sitting at a table and chair against the wall, eating salted peanuts and drinking wine, smacking their lips.
When a waiter with a towel draped over his shoulder saw Han Li enter, he hurriedly greeted him with a familiar smile.
Before he could open his mouth to speak, someone grabbed his shoulder and moved him to the side.
A plump middle-aged man walked out from behind him and said with a smile, "This is an old acquaintance. Let me greet him. You can go about your business."
"What old acquaintance?
Why don't I have any impression of him? "
The waiter looked at the fat shopkeeper greeting Han Li to the second floor. He couldn't help but scratch his head and secretly criticized a few words. Then, he stretched his waist and leaned on a stool to slack off.
Han Li wordlessly followed the fat shopkeeper up the wooden stairs to the second floor and entered the innermost private room in the corridor.
As soon as he entered the room, the fat shopkeeper moved half of his body to let Han Li enter the room. He turned around and closed the door.
Then, he waved his hand in the air and a faint layer of light immediately lit up the inner wall of the room, isolating the sound inside.
"Fellow cultivator, please sit."
After doing all this, the fat shopkeeper made a "please" gesture and the smile on his face gradually disappeared.
Han Li then sat down and looked around him. He discovered that the isolation formation around him wasn't all that powerful. If a cultivator of his caliber were to look into it, he would be able to see everything clearly from five kilometers away.
However, this location was relatively remote and did not attract attention. It was the best place to hide.
"Fellow cultivator should have a token on you right?
Can you 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 turned his wrist and took out the jade slip that recorded the mission and the tracking map. He directly placed it on the table in front of him and pushed it toward the fat shopkeeper.
After the latter took it, he closed his eyes and checked it. He nodded and said: