The mirror’s surface flashed with a silver glow, instantly absorbing the blood mist into its reflective plane. The originally gleaming silver mirror turned a vivid crimson in the blink of an eye.
Next, the silver light curtain dispersed without a trace, vanishing completely, only to be replaced by a multicolored radiance.
An astonishing scene unfolded.
As the multicolored radiance reformed into a light curtain, wisps of milky-white spiritual mist emerged from its surface.
The mist churned and swirled, transforming into an exceptionally clear image.
Everything within this image was conjured from the mist! Though reduced in size several times over, every detail was lifelike and strikingly real.
Han Li stared at the mist-formed image, his pupils abruptly contracting.
The scenery in the image was eerily familiar—it was none other than a small hill near the edge of the Black Nether Mist Sea. Atop the hill stood two distinctly dressed foreign beings, standing side by side.
At first glance, the two beings bore some resemblance to humans. One was tall and handsome, with a gleaming silver horn protruding from his forehead, appearing no older than thirty. The other had crimson hair cascading down to his waist, lifeless fish-like eyes, faint scaly patches on his cheeks, and wore a green beast-hide garment.
The two were currently facing the Black Nether Mist Sea, engaged in hushed conversation.
However, the mist-formed image lacked the ability to transmit sound, leaving their words inaudible.
Han Li studied these two beings—clearly not of the Feiling race—and felt a weight settle in his heart.
If they had been Feiling people, he could have approached them safely under his identity as the Holy Son of the Tianpeng Clan. But since they were formidable beings from another race, the situation was far less predictable.
“These old monsters are often capricious. If I provoke them for no reason, I might end up dead for nothing. But if I leave now to avoid them, would that instead anger them?” Han Li hesitated, his expression uncertain.
Just then, an unexpected change occurred.
The white-robed, horned youth suddenly turned his head in the image, locking eyes with Han Li in a meaningful gaze before his eyes erupted with a blinding silver light.
Han Li felt a sharp pain in his eyes and stumbled back two steps in shock, reflexively shutting them.
At the same moment, the once-clear image blurred violently before exploding with a resonant hum amid a flash of silver radiance.
With a *bang*, the image shattered into scattered wisps of white mist, dissipating into nothingness.
Han Li stood frozen in place, his expression one of stunned horror.
What he had just witnessed was the result of forcibly activating the hidden power of the *Wanlong Pearl* at the cost of his vitality. This technique allowed him to temporarily transmit nearby scenery back to him through several pre-buried pearls, all while remaining undetected. Yet, he never expected the horned youth’s spiritual sense to be so terrifyingly powerful—he had barely glanced at them before being discovered, and his formation was effortlessly dismantled.
These two were undoubtedly at the *Body Integration* stage, possibly even mid-to-late-stage superpowered beings.
Now that they knew of his interference, should he flee immediately? Han Li remained indecisive.
It wasn’t that he harbored any illusions—he simply feared that rash action might invite disaster.
As Han Li wavered in anxiety, several thousand miles away, in the exact location depicted in the image, the horned youth’s blue-tinged eyes slowly dimmed.
“Fellow Daoist Min, did you notice something?” the fish-eyed being asked.
“Nothing major. Someone was spying on us with a formation, but I’ve already broken it. The technique was rather interesting, though,” the horned youth replied with a faint smile. He then reached out toward a certain direction and made a grasping motion.
With a *whoosh*, a white pearl buried deep in the ground was yanked free and landed in his palm.
The handsome foreigner examined the pearl closely, clicking his tongue in admiration. “I never expected to find such a refined surveillance artifact here. Though its grade is low, it’s quite practical. Even our two races rarely possess such clever devices.”
“Brother Min speaks so highly of this thing! There must be more of them buried nearby,” the fish-eyed being mused. His spiritual sense swept the area before a blue glow enveloped him, and he vanished.
A moment later, he reappeared far away, reaching down to pluck another *Wanlong Pearl* from the ground.
With another flicker, he returned to his original spot.
“Though unique, this thing is nothing special compared to what our races possess. We have far superior surveillance artifacts,” the fish-eyed being sneered. Blue light flashed in his hand, instantly freezing the pearl solid before it shattered into icy fragments.
“Brother Jian, you’re mistaken. While our races do have similar artifacts, the existence of this one suggests the Feiling people’s craftsmanship is far more advanced than rumored. It seems our initial assessment of the Feiling race may have been flawed,” the horned youth countered calmly.
“Oh? If that’s the case, why don’t we capture this spy and interrogate him?” the fish-eyed being suggested with a sinister grin.
“No need. We’re here to negotiate with the Feiling race, not provoke them. Their true capabilities will be revealed once we enter their territory. No point in unnecessary trouble. Besides, this person isn’t weak—if he’s connected to their old monsters, it could jeopardize our mission. And haven’t we already stumbled upon an unexpected gain?” The horned youth’s gaze turned greedy as he stared at the distant black mist.
“Haha, Brother Min speaks wisely. These Feiling people are truly wasteful—leaving such precious *True Spirit Yin Qi* untouched. It’s our fortune,” the fish-eyed being chuckled, his eyes gleaming with excitement.
“Ordinary Feiling people might not know its value, but their old monsters certainly do. We should proceed with caution. Frankly, if not for our urgent need, I’d avoid stirring trouble in their lands,” the horned youth admitted warily.
“Brother Min, are you afraid the Feiling people would dare attack us? We represent our two races here. Unless they’ve gone mad and wish for their entire race to be wiped from the Spirit Realm, they wouldn’t dare lay a finger on us, even if they knew we took the Yin Qi,” the fish-eyed being scoffed.
“Perhaps. But our journey across the ocean has been a mix of fortune and misfortune. The *Profound Heavenly Slaying Sword* we detected earlier couldn’t be summoned despite our blood sacrifice. If not for the High Priest’s second divination, we wouldn’t have known it had been brought to Feiling territory. Strange—did the Feiling people obtain it first?” the horned youth sighed.
“Likely so. Or perhaps those minor races deliberately sent someone to smuggle it here. Either way, it makes no difference to us,” the fish-eyed being sneered.
“True. Our two races expended immense resources to cross the ocean. We cannot let the sword fall into another major race’s hands. Ordinary Profound Heavenly treasures can be overlooked, but the Slaying Sword ranks third in power. We cannot allow it to be taken by our rivals. Any race on the Tianyuan Continent that dares withhold it will face annihilation. The Feiling people may be strong here, but against our combined might, they’re insignificant. The only hassle is the distance—otherwise, we wouldn’t bother with diplomacy!” The horned youth’s eyes glinted coldly.
“Indeed. Even a tenth of our combined strength could crush the Feiling race. But a distant campaign would leave openings for our enemies. They’d best cooperate willingly,” the fish-eyed being said darkly.
“Enough talk. Since we both want the True Spirit Yin Qi, let’s act swiftly. Then we’ll hurry to meet the Feiling elders,” the horned youth declared, exhaling deeply.
“Haha, now you’re speaking sense!” The fish-eyed being laughed wildly, clapping his hands together. Layers of blue ripples erupted from his body, expanding across hundreds of acres in an instant, dominating the sky.
With a flash, the ripples transformed into surging blue waves.
The fish-eyed being then spat out a delicate, crystalline gourd, no more than a few inches tall. Holding it aloft, he gave it a gentle shake.
A thunderous roar erupted as the surrounding waters began swirling violently around the gourd, waves surging higher and higher until they towered dozens of feet, engulfing him completely.
Beside him, the horned youth smiled faintly before slapping his own forehead.
A howling gale erupted from his skull, rapidly swelling into a colossal tornado several yards wide that shot into the heavens.
A piercing roar echoed from the cyclone before the winds abruptly stilled, dispersing to reveal a hundred-foot-tall, azure-scaled monster with a silver horn, jagged fangs, and clad in bronze armor. One hand gripped a sinister black blade, while the other cradled a jade-green bottle.
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