The Demon Eye of a Mortal's Journey to Immortality

After the Divine Wind Boat flew for a while, Han Li's eyes suddenly lit up and he looked down at the Gobi Desert below. He saw Mo Caihuan running alone on the sand with great difficulty. She looked exhausted and had obviously been running for a long time and was already out of strength.

Han Li quickly maneuvered the Divine Wind Boat to descend, shouting loudly downwards, "Miss Mo! Miss Mo!"

Upon hearing this, Mo Caihuan abruptly stopped and looked up. Seeing the Divine Wind Boat in the air and Han Li on it, a hint of joy flashed in her eyes, and she hurriedly ran towards the Divine Wind Boat.

Han Li maneuvered the Divine Wind Boat to a slow descent, then reached out and pulled Mo Caihuan onto the flying boat.

After boarding the flying boat, Mo Caihuan first gasped for breath, and after calming her breathing for a while, she finally turned her gaze to Han Li, her eyes full of worry.

She carefully examined Han Li and, seeing that he only had some torn clothes and was otherwise unharmed, slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

Then, she glanced curiously at Mu Chunfeng beside her, her eyes showing a hint of restraint.

Seeing this, Han Li quickly introduced, "Miss Mo, this is my senior brother, Mu Chunfeng. Senior Brother Mu, this is my friend, Miss Mo Caihuan."

"This humble woman, Mo Caihuan, greets Brother Mu."

Mo Caihuan quickly curtsied, her voice soft and her manner measured.

Mu Chunfeng smiled at her and nodded as a greeting, his expression somewhat casual.

Then, Mo Caihuan looked at Han Li again, her eyes full of doubt, and asked softly, "Brother Han, are you alright?"

Han Li smiled and gently comforted them, "It's alright, we're all fine. The enemy we were chasing has already been defeated."

He didn't elaborate on the dangers involved, fearing it would frighten Mo Caihuan.

Afterwards, Han Li explained the current situation of Yan Family Fortress to Mo Caihuan.

Upon hearing this, Mo Caihuan nodded, remained silent for a moment, then looked up at Han Li with intense gaze and asked softly, "Brother Han, what are your plans for the future?"

Upon hearing this, Han Li fell silent, his brows furrowing slightly, his eyes filled with confusion and contemplation.

He is currently only at the early stage of Foundation Establishment, and after experiencing the changes in Yan Family Fortress, he is even more aware that his strength is too weak.

With chaos about to erupt in the cultivation world, it will be extremely difficult for him to survive with his current level of cultivation.

not to mention……

"You're always like this; when faced with a difficult question, you just stay silent."

Looking at his appearance, Mo Caihuan sighed softly, her tone carrying a hint of barely perceptible disappointment.

Han Li lowered his head, his heart filled with mixed feelings. He wanted to say something, but he didn't know how to start.

The two stood silently on the flying boat, the wind blowing their robes, each lost in their own thoughts, no one knowing what they were thinking.

After a moment, Mo Caihuan broke the silence first, asking softly, "Brother Han, where are we going?"

Han Li raised his head, looked into the distance, and said in a deep voice, "Miss Mo, there are many caravans ahead. You can follow them to the capital of Yue Kingdom, where it is relatively safe."

As soon as he finished speaking, he maneuvered the Divine Wind Boat and slowly landed in front of a caravan gathering place.

The two disembarked from the flying boat together. Upon seeing this, Mu Chunfeng said, "You two should say goodbye here. I'll go ahead and scout out the situation to see if there are any traces of demonic cultivators. I'll meet up with you later."

After saying that, he took out the Cloud-Piercing Shuttle, infused it with spiritual power, and the Cloud-Piercing Shuttle instantly transformed into a stream of light and shot away into the sky, disappearing into the horizon in the blink of an eye.

After bidding farewell to Mo Caihuan, Han Li once again steered the Divine Wind Boat and chased after Mu Chunfeng in the direction he had left.

Before long, he caught up with Mu Chunfeng. Upon seeing this, Mu Chunfeng leaped onto Han Li's Divine Wind Boat and put away his Cloud-Piercing Shuttle.

At this moment, Han Li had a worried look on his face, his brows were furrowed, and he silently controlled the Divine Wind Boat. His eyes were filled with a lingering sense of confusion, and the atmosphere around him became somewhat oppressive.

Seeing his appearance, Mu Chunfeng did not disturb him, but simply sat quietly to the side, closed her eyes and regulated her breathing, letting the Divine Wind Boat fly rapidly into the distance.

After flying for an unknown amount of time, Han Li suddenly spoke, his voice low and probing, as he looked at Mu Chunfeng and asked, "Senior Brother Mu, is it truly impossible to become a cultivator without spiritual roots?"

In Han Li's mind, Mu Chunfeng always carried a sense of mystery. He always felt that Mu Chunfeng, like himself, had secrets that were unknown to others.

Having just bid farewell to Mo Caihuan, he couldn't help but think of her regret at not having spiritual roots and being unable to cultivate immortality. He also thought of the secret in his heart. In the end, he couldn't help but ask, holding onto a sliver of hope that Mu Chunfeng might know some different methods.

Upon hearing this, Mu Chunfeng slowly opened his eyes, pondered for a moment, and then slowly said, "According to a record I once saw in an ancient book, in ancient times, there seemed to be a method for cultivating spiritual roots, which could give mortals without spiritual roots the aptitude for cultivation. There was even a body-refining cultivation method that mortals could practice. However, the record in that ancient book was very brief, and it was difficult to distinguish between true and false. Moreover, it was from a long time ago and has long been lost. Perhaps, only in the legendary Upper Realm can we find the specific method."

When Han Li heard the words "method for shaping spiritual roots," a bright light flashed in his eyes, and some of the confusion in his heart dissipated, as if he had truly seen a glimmer of hope.

But when he heard the words "upper realm," the light in his eyes gradually dimmed, and he couldn't help but sigh softly.

Currently, his cultivation level is only at the early stage of Foundation Establishment, and he is not even entirely confident in forming his core. The legendary Upper Realm is even more unattainable for him, as it is too distant and too ethereal.

The two fell into a long silence once again. The Divine Wind Boat flew rapidly in the sky, with only the whistling wind around them.

After flying for several more hours, two figures suddenly appeared on the horizon ahead, flying rapidly toward them.

As the two drew closer, they could see that the other was wearing the attire of the Hidden Moon Sect and the Spirit Beast Mountain.

Han Li felt a sense of relief, and his tense nerves finally relaxed a bit, but he still did not let his guard down and was ready to deal with any unexpected situation at any time.

When Mu Chunfeng saw the person who had arrived, a glint of light flashed in his eyes, and he thought to himself: They've finally come.

He slowly stood up, walked to Han Li's side, his expression solemn, and prepared to deal with the situation.

As the two figures flew closer and stopped a few feet in front of the Divine Wind Boat, they both cupped their hands and introduced themselves.

The burly cultivator on the left said loudly, "Ling Beast Mountain, Lü Tianmeng greets you two fellow Daoists."

The handsome cultivator on the right, dressed in white, nodded slightly and said softly, "Xuan Le of the Hidden Moon Sect."

Mu Chunfeng and Han Li quickly returned the greeting with clasped hands, saying in unison, "Yellow Maple Valley, Mu Chunfeng."

"Yellow Maple Valley, Han Li."

Upon hearing this, Xuan Le nodded, flipped his hand, and revealed a token engraved with the emblems of the seven sects. The token shimmered with spiritual light and gestured to the two of them, saying, "Fellow Daoists, this is the Seven Sects Alliance Order. Now that the Demonic Path has launched a major invasion, the Alliance Leader has ordered us to gather the scattered cultivators of the seven sects to fight against the Demonic Path together. Fellow Daoists, please join our ranks as ordered."

Mu Chunfeng and Han Li exchanged a glance, both knowing that with this token, they had to obey, otherwise they would be considered traitors of the Seven Sects. Joining the team was the best option for them at the moment.

The two men immediately nodded and replied, "As you command."

Just then, another figure flew in from behind Xuan Le and the other two. She was riding a blue flying sword, dressed in the attire of Huangfeng Valley, with a slender figure and beautiful face. It was Chen Qiaoqian from Huangfeng Valley.

Chen Qiaoqian flew closer and saw Han Li and Mu Chunfeng on the Divine Wind Boat. A hint of surprise flashed in her eyes, and she said with a smile, "Senior Brother Mu, Junior Brother Han, so you're here too! That's wonderful! I thought you were trapped in Yan Family Fortress."

Han Li quickly cupped his hands in greeting and said respectfully, "Greetings, Senior Sister Chen. We escaped by sheer luck."

Mu Chunfeng waved to Chen Qiaoqian and said with a smile, "Junior Sister Chen, it's been a long time. I didn't expect to run into you here."

Even if the two were not particularly familiar with each other, in the current chaotic situation, amidst the mixed bag of the seven factions, they naturally had to pretend to be fellow cultivators.

Thus, Han Li, Mu Chunfeng, Chen Qiaoqian, Lü Tianmeng, and Xuan Le, five Foundation Establishment cultivators, along with more than twenty Qi Refining cultivators who arrived later, formed a temporary team.