The Chaotic Star Sea, Heavenly Star Island.
This island, hailed as the heart of the Chaotic Star Sea's cultivation world, was even grander than Star-Magnetic Peak in the Heavenly South. At its center stood a towering city forged entirely from starfall iron, piercing straight into the clouds-Tianxing City. Halls and palaces filled the city, starlight flowed through it, and countless cultivators traveled to and fro on all manner of magical treasures, creating a scene of flourishing prosperity.
Han Li alerted no one. Alone, like an ordinary streak of azure light, he quietly landed in the square before the Star Palace Main Hall on Tianxing City's Main Peak.
"Palace Master Han, thank you for your efforts on this journey."
A voice as cool and clear as moonlight sounded behind him. Han Li turned to find Ling Yuling in palace robes patterned with stars, his figure graceful and his face exquisitely beautiful. Yet between his brows lay a weariness and gravity that seemed harder to conceal than they had been five years ago.
"Palace Master Ling." Han Li nodded slightly, his expression calm. "All affairs in the Heavenly South are now on track. I came this time first to thank you for your assistance to the Heavenly South branch, and second..."
He did not finish. Instead, he carefully took the Soul-Nourishing Jade Box he had been nurturing all this time from his Storage Bag. As the jade box opened, the faint yet utterly familiar fluctuations of a remnant soul spread outward, carrying the aura of the Starfall Staff.
Ling Yuling's beautiful eyes instantly reddened. He reached out with slender, jade-like hands and tremblingly accepted the jade box. Spiritual power flowed from his fingertips as he gently stroked its surface, his voice carrying both a catch of grief and firm resolve. "Martial Uncle