There were more than 200 people who landed here with Han Li, most of whom were human races, and some of them looked like alien races. Among these human races, there were a few mortals.

In fact, these people are not really ordinary mortals, but like the physical trainers in the spiritual world, they are following the path of tempering their bodies and improving their strength.

Everyone walked inward along the ferry mountain road, walked into the tall doorway of the pass, and came to a very spacious hall.

The hall was very empty with almost no furnishings. There was only a three-foot-long red sandalwood table in a corner of the hall, with an incense burner lit on it, and smoke was emitting from it.

Through the thin layer of smoke, Han Li saw an old man in purple robe sitting on the chair behind the desk, with his eyes slightly closed and his head swaying slightly. He couldn't tell whether he was meditating or regulating his breath or closing his eyes for a nap.

Judging from his cultivation aura, he was a Mahayana cultivator.

Just as Han Li's eyes were about to move 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 heart:

"Senior, since you have the cultivation of the True Immortal Realm, you are deliberately suppressing it to the level of the fusion stage. I won't ask more questions. But since you have entered our Zhulongdao realm, you must abide by the rules of our Zhulongdao."

"I hope to hear the details." Han Li looked at the old man and replied with a voice transmission.

The other party was polite on the surface but with warning words. He didn't think anything was wrong, but he just muttered in his heart, why could the other party see through his cultivation with the power of the Mahayana stage spiritual consciousness?

"I, Zhulongdao, have the demeanor of cultivators from outside, so you can rest assured of this. But fellow Taoists must remember that as a true immortal, you must not intervene in secular disputes, disrupt the order of mortals, and even kill mortals." The old man in purple robe said in a voice transmission.

"Thank you for your advice, it should be like this." Han Li replied directly after hearing this.

"Then I wish you all the best for me." Seeing this, the old man in purple robe spoke a little politely.

Han Li nodded slightly to greet him, then turned around and walked out of the hall door on the other side of the hall with the others.

Outside the hall gate is a very wide white square, with many strange beast cars parked on it, including those who can run in the mountains and those who can speed in the sky, mainly for those who are mortal body cultivation.

On the mountains further away, it was covered with a layer of white frost like a jade belt hanging horizontally, reflecting dazzling light in the rising sun.

After entering Guyunda6, Han Li clearly realized that the temperature here was much lower than the previous Huanglanda6 and other places, and the climate was more cold and humid.

He paused his feet in place, looked into the distance for a moment, flipped his wrist, took out a jade slip, and threw his spiritual sense into it.

This jade slip is the tracking map he obtained in the Impermanence Alliance. Although the terrain presented in the map is still only part of it, it is obviously much more detailed than when he checked in the Black Wind Sea before.

Another thing that is obviously different from before is that there is a very conspicuous red line in the map at this time, starting from the Yingchou Ferry where Han Li is located, leading directly to a place called "Bai Yuancheng" in the northeast.

According to the situation shown in the map, this Baiyuan City is located in a country called Baiyou Kingdom, and is still quite a distance from here.

To be on the safe side, he planned to rush to the road with a suitable identity as a monk in the fusion stage, which would take about ten days.

Unlike Huanglan Da 6, the ancient Yun Da 6 is far from the former, whether it is the richness of spiritual energy that spreads between heaven and earth or the spiritual veins that are spread all over the world, so the sects here are naturally much more than the former, and the dangers along the way are naturally much smaller.

After determining the direction, Han Li put away the jade slip, and his body escaped with light, and his whole body turned into a stream of light and rushed into the sky.

After about seven or eight days of flying, Han Li suddenly changed his expression slightly, and he immediately hovered in the air with his face, his face became gloomy and gloomy.

Just now, a strange movement suddenly broke out in the depths of his soul, and he actually felt the breath of the Qingzhu Fengyun Sword and the Crab Taoist.

However, both of them were very weak. If his soul had not been strong enough, he would have not noticed it at all.

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

After falling into the valley, Han Li flew over, jumping rapidly in the quiet valley like a mountain ape, and finally stopped on a very flat boulder deep in the valley.

He waved his sleeves casually, cleaned up all the snow on the rocks, sat down cross-legged, closed his eyes, pinched his hands in front of him, and silently recited the formula.

In his sea of ​​consciousness, a faint soul connection was like a thin thread, winding in the void, following the faint connection, searching for traces of the Green Bamboo Bee Cloud Sword and the Crab Taoist.

However, just as his mind and spiritual connection gradually became clear, the thread of the soul thread swimming in the void suddenly broke, and even the extremely weak soul sensing was completely cut off, as if it was isolated by someone deliberately casting spells.

He frowned slightly, his hands changed his magic tricks, and he activated his spiritual consciousness with all his strength, trying to regain the sensation.

However, after a moment, he opened his eyes helplessly, spread his hands, and murmured and said, "It seems that it is not that easy to find you..."

After this incident, Han Li felt a little disappointed, so he simply sat quietly in the quiet valley for a while, tidied up his thoughts, and then he flew up again and rushed towards Baiyuan City.

Three days later.

Outside a white city standing at the intersection of two rivers on the plain, a blue figure radiated light fell from the sky.

He has a tall body, a bulge on his forehead, and a circle of beards on his face. His face looks a bit rough, but his eyes are very bright, which makes him look a little uncontradictory.

This person is naturally Han Li in disguise.

Before entering the city, he changed his face with the mask of the Impermanence Alliance. This time, he simply suppressed his breath completely and walked into Baiyuan City with a swagger in the appearance of a mortal.

There was no snow near Baiyuan City, but the temperature was also a bit cold. There were not many pedestrians coming and going at the gate of the city, and most of them were wearing thicker cotton coats.

There was also a team of people stationed on both sides of the city gate, mostly monks in the Foundation Establishment Stage. However, they did not conduct too much investigation of the people coming and going, as if they were only responsible for maintaining order.

At first, Han Li felt a little strange, but he soon understood.

This Baiyuan City is just a remote small town in Baiyou. Most of the people living in it are ordinary mortals, so it is mostly more secular in management.

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

This time the logo in the picture became clearer and more detailed, directly leading him to a restaurant in the east of the city.

Along the road in the city, Han Li turned around and saw the flags and wine tricks of the restaurant in a not-so-broad street.

When he walked to the entrance of the restaurant, Han Li smelled the strong smell of mortals brewing grain wine. Perhaps because it took too long, he felt that it was somewhat different from his memory.

I remember when I was a child, whenever Uncle Zhang came to his house, he would bring some local soybean wine, and the poor food from the farmhouse was on the table, so he always had to drink some with his father.

He was young at that time and had never drunk it before. Every time he smelled it, he felt a little choking.

Thinking of this, Han Li was slightly lost, then shook his head with some self-deprecating strikingly, strode across the threshold, and walked into the restaurant.

During this period, according to secular living habits, lunch has passed, but it has not yet reached dinner time. In addition, because the streets and alleys are relatively remote, most of the tables and chairs in the store are empty, and only two idle men sit next to a table and chair against the wall, eating salted peanuts, drinking wine, and smashing their mouths.

A guy with a towel on his shoulder saw Han Li come in, and quickly showed a familiar smile and came forward.

Before he could speak, his shoulder was pulled and moved aside.

"This is an old acquaintance. I'll say hello, just go and do your business." A bloated middle-aged man walked out from behind him and said with a smile on his face.

"What old acquaintance? Why don't I have any impression of it?"

The guy watched the fat shopkeeper greet Han Li to the second floor, scratched his head, secretly complained a few words, then stretched his waist and leaned against a stool to get lazy.

Han Li followed the fat shopkeeper up the second floor without saying a word, stepping on the creaking wooden staircase and entering the innermost private room of the corridor.

As soon as he entered the door, the fat shopkeeper gave up half of his body and asked Han Li to walk into the house. He turned around and closed the door.

Then, he reached out and waved his hand in the void, and a layer of faint light immediately lit up on the inner wall of the room, isolating the sound inside.

"Fellow Taoist, please sit down."

After all this, the fat shopkeeper reached out to make a "please" position, and the smile on his face gradually became restrained.

Han Li then sat down, glanced around and found that the isolation formations around him were not very clever. If a cultivator of his level had the intention to explore, he could see clearly even ten miles away.

However, the location here is relatively remote and does not attract attention, so it is the best hidden.

"Fellow Daoist should have a token on his body, right? Can you take it out and let it be verified?" The fat shopkeeper also sat down opposite Han Li and said straight to the point.

When Han Li heard this, he flipped his wrist and took out the jade slip that recorded the task and tracking map, placed it directly on the table in front of him, and pushed it towards the fat shopkeeper.

After taking it, the latter closed his eyes and looked around, nodded and said:
Chapter completed!