There were more than two hundred people who landed here with Han Li, most of them were Terrans, some looked like aliens, and among these Terrans, there were still a few mortals.

In fact, these people are not really ordinary mortals, but like the refiners of the spirit world, they are taking the path of refining their bodies and improving their strength.

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

The hall was very empty, hardly furnished, except for a three-foot-long rosewood table in one corner of the hall, on which an incense burner was lit, and smoke was rising from it.

Through that layer of faint smoke, Han Li saw that on the Taishi chair behind the desk, there was an old man in a purple robe with snow-white hair sitting on it, his eyes slightly closed, his head swaying slightly, and he couldn't tell whether he was meditating and pranayama or closing his eyes and taking a nap.

Looking at the aura of cultivation on his body, he is a Mahayana monk.

Just as Han Li's gaze was about to move from him, the old man suddenly opened his eyes and looked at him with a blazing gaze.

At the same time, an old voice suddenly sounded in Han Li's heart:

"This senior, since you have the cultivation of the True Immortal Realm, but you deliberately suppress it to the level of the Merge Period, I won't ask too much about it. However, since you have stepped into the realm of our Candle Dragon Path, you must abide by the rules of our Candle Dragon Path. ”

"I want to hear about it. Han Li looked at the old man and replied with a voice.

The other party's polite but warning words on the surface, he didn't feel that there was anything wrong, but he just muttered a little in his heart, why can the other party use the power of Mahayana divine consciousness to see through his own cultivation?

"My Candle Dragon Dao has the bearing to accommodate monks from the outside world, and my predecessors can rest assured that this is true. It's just that Taoist friends must remember that as true immortals, they must not intervene in secular disputes, disturb the order of mortals, and not kill mortals in vain. The purple-robed old man said.

"Thank you for informing me, as it should be. Hearing this, Han Li replied directly.

"Then I wish the seniors all the best. Seeing this, the purple-robed old man was a little polite.

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

Beyond the gate of the temple, there was a very wide white square, on which many strange beast carts were parked, both those that could run in the mountains and those that could speed in the sky, mainly for those mortal cultivators.

And on the mountains farther away, it was like a jade belt hanging horizontally covered with a layer of white frost, reflecting a dazzling light in the morning sun.

After entering the Ancient Cloud Continent, Han Li clearly found that the temperature here was much lower than that of the previous Desolate Continent and other places, and the climate was also a little colder and wetter.

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

Inside this jade slip was the tracking map he had exchanged in the Impermanence Alliance, and although the terrain and landforms presented in the map were still only partial, they were obviously much more detailed than when he had checked them in the Black Wind Sea before.

And what was obviously different from before was that there was a very conspicuous red line in the map at this time, starting from the Eagle Chou Ferry where Han Li was located, leading straight to a place called "White Kite City" in the northeast.

According to the situation shown on the map, this white kite city is located in the territory of a country called Baiyou Country, and it is still a considerable distance from here.

For the sake of safety, he planned to travel as fast as his current status as a monk in the Fit Period, and it would take more than ten days.

Different from the Barren Lan Continent, the Guyun Continent far surpassed the former in terms of the intensity of the spiritual energy that permeated the heavens and the earth, as well as the spiritual veins that spread all over the place, so the great sects here were naturally much more numerous than the former, and the dangers along the way were naturally much smaller.

After determining the direction, Han Li put away the jade slip, and his whole body turned into a streamer of light and rushed into the air.

After flying like this for about seven or eight days, as he passed through the sky above a dense mountain forest covered with snow, Han Li's expression suddenly changed slightly, and his whole person immediately hovered in mid-air, his face cloudy.

Just now, there was a sudden movement in the depths of his soul, and he actually felt the breath of the Green Bamboo Bee Cloud Sword and the Crab Dao Man.

However, both of these senses are very weak, unless his divine soul is strong enough, otherwise he will not notice it at all.

After a moment's deep groaning, he swept his gaze around, and then flew straight towards a hidden snow valley.

After falling into the valley, Han Li's figure flew by, jumping quickly in the silent valley like a mountain ape, and finally came to a stop on a very flat boulder deep in the valley.

With a wave of his sleeves, he swept away all the snow from the boulder, sat down cross-legged, closed his eyes, pinched his hands in front of him quickly, and silently recited the mantra in his mouth.

In the sea of his consciousness, the waves were surging, and a vague connection between the gods and souls was like a slender silk thread, winding and swimming in the void, following the faint connection, looking for the traces of the green bamboo bee cloud sword and the crab dao man.

However, just as his mental connection gradually became clear, the thread of divine soul that was swimming in the void was suddenly cut off, and even the original extremely weak divine soul sense was completely severed, as if it had been deliberately cut off by someone casting a spell.

He frowned slightly, his hands changed, and he urged his divine sense with all his might, trying to find the trace of induction.

However, after a while, he still opened his eyes helplessly, spread his hands, and muttered: "It seems that if I want to find you, I'm afraid it's not so easy......"

After this incident, Han Li felt a little lost, so he simply sat quietly in that secluded valley for a long time, and after sorting out his thoughts for a while, he flew up again and sped away in the direction of White Kite City.

Three days later.

Outside a white city standing at the confluence of two rivers on the plain, a cyan figure fell from the sky.

It is tall, with a protruding forehead, and a beard on its face, and its face looks a little rough, but its eyes are very bright, but it seems that it does not match each other.

This person was naturally Han Li in disguise.

Before entering the city, he changed his face again with the mask of the Impermanence Alliance, and this time he simply suppressed his breath completely, and swaggered into the White Kite City in the form of a mortal.

There was no snow near the White Kite City, but the temperature was also a little cold, and there were not many pedestrians at the city gate, most of whom were wearing thick cotton clothes.

There was also a team of people stationed on each side of the gate, most of them were monks during the foundation period, but they did not check the people who came and went, and seemed to be only responsible for maintaining order.

At first, Han Li thought it was a little strange, but he soon understood.

This White Kite City is just a remote town in Baiyou, and most of the people who live in it are ordinary mortals, so most of them are more secular in terms of management.

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

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

Along the road in the city, Han Li twisted around and saw the banner and wine tricks of the restaurant in a street that was not bustling.

Walking to the door of the restaurant, Han Li smelled a strong smell of mortal brewing grain wine, perhaps because it had been too long, but he felt that there was a slight deviation from his memory.

I remember when I was a child, every time Uncle Zhang came to the house, he would bring some local soju, and there was a poor meal from the farmer on the table, so he always had to drink some with his father.

He was young at the time, but he hadn't drunk it, and every time he smelled it, he felt a little choked.

Thinking of this, Han Li was slightly distracted, then shook his head a little self-deprecatingly, strode across the threshold, and walked into the restaurant.

At this time, according to the worldly habits, it has passed lunch, but it is not yet dinner time, and because this street is relatively remote, most of the tables and chairs in the store are empty, only two idlers sit at a table and chair against the wall, eating salted peanuts and drinking wine, smashing their mouths.

A guy with a towel on his shoulder saw Han Li coming in, and hurriedly showed a familiar smile and greeted him.

Before he could speak, he was grabbed by the shoulder and moved to the side.

"This is an old acquaintance, I'll greet you, you just go and get busy with yours. A bloated middle-aged man walked out from behind him and said with a smile on his face.

"What old acquaintance? ”

The guy couldn't help but scratch his head as he watched the fat shopkeeper greet Han Li to the second floor, and secretly scolded a few words, then stretched out and leaned on a stool to steal lazily.

Without saying a word, Han Li followed the fat shopkeeper up the creaking wooden staircase to the second floor and entered a private room at the innermost end of the corridor.

As soon as he entered the door, the fat shopkeeper let out half of his body and let Han Li enter the room, and he turned around and closed the door.

Then, with a wave of his hand in the void, a faint layer of light lit up on the inner wall of the room, isolating the sound inside.

"Fellow Daoist, please be seated. ”

After doing all this, the fat shopkeeper made a "please" gesture, and the smile on his face gradually converged.

Han Li immediately sat down and glanced around, and found that the isolation formations around him were not very clever, and if a cultivator of his level had the heart to investigate, he would be able to peek clearly from ten miles away.

However, the location is relatively remote, which is not noticeable, but it is the best way to hide.

"Daoist friends should have a token on him, right? Can you take it out and let me verify it?" The fat shopkeeper also sat down opposite Han Li and said straight to the point.

Hearing this, Han Li flicked his wrist and took out the jade slip that had recorded the mission and the tracking map, put it directly on the desktop in front of him, and pushed it towards the fat shopkeeper.

After the latter took it, he closed his eyes and probed, nodded and said:

"There is no problem with the token, it seems that Your Excellency should be a fellow Daoist of the Impermanence Alliance. ”