Hearing this, Han Li took the jade slip from Lu Yuqing's hand and placed it on his forehead.
"This map is quite detailed. Where did Miss Han get it from?"
After a long while, Han Li withdrew his spiritual sense from the jade slip and returned it to her. "Is it from the stone tablet?"
It is because of this map that I want to explore the Endless Sea of Sand.
However, even with the map, I still need to borrow Big Brother Han's strength in the Endless Sea of Sand. "Lu Yuqing nodded.
"As long as it is within my capabilities, I will do my best." Han Li said noncommittally.
With that, he tapped the flying boat.
The Qingyuan Flying Boat emitted a bright light and plunged into the Endless Sea of Sand.
As soon as they entered the Endless Sea of Sand, the two immediately felt their surroundings heat up. It was as if they had entered a steamer, causing their chests to feel stuffy.
"Miss Lu, let's try to confirm our location first." Han Li's expression did not change, but his heart trembled.
"Big Brother Han said that even though we don't know the exact location, we should be able to find two or three places on the map." Lu Yuqing nodded.
Somewhere in the Immortal World, the mountains here were extremely majestic. The mountains were straight with few ups and downs, and the peaks were sharp like giant swords pointing at the sky.
In the depths of the mountains, there was a majestic ancient castle.
These ancient castles had a unique architectural style. Whether it was the roofs, eaves, or other decorations, there were all kinds of sword patterns and reliefs.
Large swords, heavy swords, thin swords, short swords, countless swords filled every corner of the ancient castle.
The ancient castle was brightly lit, and many people walked in and out or flew in the sky.
These people all wore dark golden robes with the word "bear" embroidered on their sleeves. They seemed to be a powerful cultivator family.
In a dark secret room in the depths of the ancient castle, there was a black stone platform about ten feet wide. On it lay a Youth man.
The man's eyes were closed and he was motionless. There was no aura coming out of his body, and there was no sign of life. It was like a corpse.
The stone platform around the corpse was engraved with a circle of mysterious patterns, which seemed to be some kind of special spirit pattern.
A dark green oil lamp was placed above the Youth's head.
However, the flame of the oil lamp was very weak and flickering as if it would be extinguished at any time.
There was a black talisman stuck to the man's chest. There were mysterious runes engraved on it, and it gave off a special aura.
Suddenly, a creaking sound broke the silence. The door of the secret room was opened, and two figures walked in one after another.
The one in the lead was a white-haired old man. His skin was fair and rosy, without a single wrinkle. He looked exactly like this.
Behind the white-haired old man was a middle-aged man. His cheeks were a strange dark green, and his eyes were more white than black, making him look extremely strange.
The two of them walked to the side of the stone platform and stood there, looking at the black talisman.
"Is it today?" The white-haired old man suddenly said.
I have calculated with the Innate Spirit. It's today. "
The green-faced man turned his hand and took out a cyan abacus-like thing. The calculation tokens were intertwined and slid from time to time.
"Shan 'er, this child, has the best aptitude among the children of our Xiong Family. It's a pity that he was born in a concubine's family. He has experienced ups and downs since he was a child, causing him to be arrogant. He has refused to accept the family's support over the years and insisted on walking his own path.
I hope that after this great calamity, he will understand and let go of those pointless persistence. "The white-haired old man sighed and said.
The green-faced man nodded and was about to say something, but his eyebrows suddenly twitched and he said, "It's coming."
As soon as his voice fell, the black talisman on the Youth's chest suddenly burned automatically and turned into a dark flame.
The patterns around the stone platform also shone brightly, blooming with black light, forming a black halo that enveloped the Youth's body.
When the white-haired old man saw this scene, he immediately bent his finger.
A black light flew out and submerged into the black flame in front of the Youth's body.
The flame abruptly brightened and suddenly split into five parts.
Immediately afterward, several black lights flew out of the five flames and connected with each other to form a five-star array.
Suddenly, a chilly wind blew in the secret room. There was a faint sound of ghosts wailing and wolves howling, and the cold air was very strong.
However, it was obvious that the white-haired old man and the green-faced man didn't care about it. Their eyes were fixed on the five-star array.
The void in the center of the array suddenly distorted, and a black shadow appeared, squirming like a living thing.
The shadow squirmed for a moment, and suddenly, a crack in the space appeared out of thin air.
The next moment, a golden light flew out of the space crack and flashed into the Youth's body, disappearing without a trace.
After an unknown period of time, the Youth's body suddenly appeared with bursts of golden light.
When the white-haired old man saw this scene, his eyes lit up. He waved his hand and a white light shrouded the body of the Youth.
The Youth's originally pale face quickly returned to normal, and his heart gradually began to beat, gradually emitting a wave of vitality.
The green lamp on top of the man's head suddenly became several times brighter, and it was extremely stable, quietly burning.
After an unknown period of time, the Youth's eyes moved slightly, and slowly opened.
However, his pupils were scattered, and it took a while for them to return to normal.
No, I have already … "His eyes revealed a look of surprise, and he looked around. Soon, he saw the white-haired old man and the green-faced man next to him.
"Clan Leader, Fourth Uncle!" His expression changed, and he moved his body, trying to sit up.
"Shan 'er, the Soul Transfer Technique has just been completed, and your body can't move yet. Lie down properly." The white-haired old man stretched out his hand to press the shoulder of the Youth and said.
The Youth's lips moved twice, but he didn't insist and lay down.
"Clan Leader, what's going on?
I should have already … Why did I return to the family? "The Youth asked.
"This is all thanks to your Fourth Uncle. Back then, he predicted that you would have such a life and death calamity in your life, but he couldn't predict when this calamity would appear, and who it would befall.
Therefore, when you left the family, he secretly set up a Soul Transfer Technique in your Nascent Soul. Once your Nascent Soul is fatally injured, it will automatically be transported back to the family, and you will be able to possess another body. "The white-haired old man slowly explained.
"So that's how it is. Thank you, Fourth Uncle. Otherwise, I would have died by now." The Youth was silent for a moment, and said to the green-faced man.
"You and I are blood-related uncle and nephew. It's not appropriate to say these things." The green-faced man waved his hand.
"Fourth Uncle, every time you use your Innate Divination Technique, you will lose at least ten thousand years of cultivation. This time, you helped me predict my fate, and you lost at least a hundred thousand years of cultivation. How can I feel bad about it?" The Youth's eyes flashed with a trace of a complicated expression as he said.
"A mere hundred thousand years of cultivation is nothing. As long as you can return safely, I will be at ease." The green-faced man smiled and said.
The Youth looked down and didn't say anything.
The white-haired old man suddenly asked, "Shan 'er, this time in the Northern Frost Celestial Realm, what kind of enemy could make you suffer such a big loss?"
When the Youth heard this, his eyes flashed, but he didn't say anything for a long time.
The white-haired old man shook his head and said, "Forget it. Since you don't want to tell me, I won't ask. I'll leave this matter to you."
"Thank you, Clan Leader." The Youth nodded at the old man.
"Since you've come back this time, don't leave for the time being. We will help you recover your cultivation as soon as possible. Moreover, the Celestial Palace has issued several edicts. You should go to the Celestial Palace to work first. As for the other matters, we can talk about it later." The white-haired old man said.
The Youth frowned. After a moment of silence, he slowly nodded.
When the white-haired old man and the green-faced man saw this, they looked at each other with a trace of joy in their eyes.
In the sky above a red wasteland, two dazzling lights, one red and one gold, were fighting fiercely. The battle was earth-shattering.
The two lights collided fiercely, causing a series of earth-shattering explosions. The void trembled and a monstrous hurricane swept across the surroundings.
Occasionally, one or two rays of light would fall, creating a huge pit on the ground and raising red sand and dust into the sky.
On one side of the battle was a woman in a silver robe. It was Qu Ling.
She stood on the back of the golden beetle. At this moment, the golden beetle had turned into the size of a small mountain and was emitting a dazzling golden light.
There were seven or eight people on the other side, and all of them wore fiery red robes that had a lifelike fire raven embroidered on them. They were the members of the True Flame Sect, and they were all present. However, Daoist Huyan and Yun Ni were nowhere to be seen.
The people of the True Flame Sect all looked unwell, especially Xu Yangzi and the other two. Their clothes were torn, and some traces of blood could be seen. They seemed to be injured.
With Xu Yangzi and the other two in the lead, the people of the True Flame Sect formed a flame-shaped formation. A large fiery red banner floated above their heads, burning with raging flames.
Rays of flames shot out from the eight fire banners toward Qu Ling and the golden beetle.
Each ray of flames gave off a terrifying temperature. Wherever the flames passed, the void trembled.
Qu Ling stood on the back of the golden beetle calmly. She played with a green gourd in her hand and did not make a move.
The golden beetle below her waved its two front claws. Rays of crystal light shot out. They were as dense as rain and collided with the crimson flames.
With a muffled explosion, the crystal light and flames dissipated and canceled each other out.
Xu Yangzi looked at the golden beetle, and his pupils constricted. He then roared at Qu Ling, "Qu Ling, our True Flame Sect has no enmity with you. Why did you suddenly attack us?"