This magical blade can only be forged using a magical essence drill. It's said to possess a particularly deadly technique—when it strikes a cultivator, it severs their flesh, blood, and even their spiritual essence, drawing them into the blade and refining them into potent power. Thus, the more cultivators it slays, the stronger it becomes. Indeed, once, a magical cultivator wielded this blade and defeated a cultivator at the Huashen stage. As a result, many cultivators believe that, given sufficient time and continuous combat, this blade could eventually surpass even the celestial spiritual treasures. Of course, neither the celestial spiritual treasures nor the Dragon-Drill Blade has been seen in the human realm for many years—making a true comparison impossible. Still, the sudden mention of this blade by the senior monk of Yin Luo Sect caused a slight unease in Han Li's expression. "Since it only resembles the Dragon-Drill Blade to about seven or eight parts, and given his current cultivation level, there's still a chance for the Yuan-Ying to escape, then it must not be the Dragon-Drill Blade at all. It's likely another rare magical treasure from the magical path," Guiling, who had been quietly listening to the "That must be it!" Han Li nodded. He then lifted his gaze, fixing it on the direction of the Tower of Demonic Exorcism for a moment or two. Indeed, the distant mountain peaks appeared to have lost a portion of their former form. "This Kunwu Mountain is renowned as a celestial mountain of the human realm; it's no surprise that it possesses heavenly treasures." He thought of the Xitian Ding in his hands, and his heart stirred with a quiet, almost palpable excitement, murmuring softly. With the aid of the newly acquired Gui Ling and the human-shaped automaton, he now felt confident that he had a genuine chance of securing this treasure. Moreover, he had recently retrieved seven or eight high-tier spiritual stones from the storage bag of the Qian Elder, which greatly alleviated his concerns regarding the use of the automaton. "Indeed, I have a strong feeling that if I miss this opportunity, I might lose my chance to recover all my memories." The silver moon's voice carried a rare touch of earnestness. Han Li remained silent for a while, then suddenly chuckled lightly, speaking with an air of ease. "Since you've said that, go and take a look. After all, I've always been quite interested in this celestial spiritual treasure." "Thank you so much, Master!" The silver moon, overjoyed by Han Li's response, replied warmly. "Gui, since a celestial spiritual treasure has now appeared there, I believe we can't miss this excitement." Han Li turned to Gui Ling and said gently. "I shall follow your lead entirely. As for how to handle this person, however, I shall leave it to you." Gui Ling bowed slightly, maintaining her composed demeanor. With such a precious treasure now on display, no cultivator could possibly ignore it. Han Li had anticipated this sudden change of heart from the creature long before, and thus felt no surprise at all. "My friend, you've promised me you wouldn't attack me. Only then did I dare to reveal everything I know." Hearing Guiling's words, the Yuan'ing stage cultivator, whose body was bound by a massive hand, cried out in panic. "I did indeed not say I would attack you at that moment, nor did I say I wouldn't. And you yourself know that if you hadn't spoken, you'd merely have endured a bit more soul-refining suffering. So, if there's any blame, it's because you're a senior disciple of Yin Luo Sect—and just now, you ended up in my hands." Han Li said calmly, and as he spoke, a thick golden arc surged forth from his mouth, striking the Yuan'ing. After a piercing cry, both the Yuan'ing and the binding hand dissolved into golden light, yet a pale green banner fell down. Han Li's eyes brightened. With a swift sweep of his sleeve, he caught the banner and examined it closely. It was indeed another banner of Yin Luo Sect! Through his soul-retrieval technique, Han Li knew this banner was no ordinary one. If he could gather all eighteen such banners, their combined power would be incalculable. Since he had already incurred a great grudge against Yin Luo Sect, he naturally wouldn't hesitate, and simply shoved the banner into his storage bag at once. Even if the item were somewhat insignificant to him, Yin Luo Sect would find it difficult to gather all the pieces of this set easily. Yin Luo Sect had, throughout its history, experienced instances where banners or flags were lost or destroyed—though in most cases, they either recovered them quickly or commissioned new ones. However, such occurrences had been rare. Now, with several banners missing at once, even if Yin Luo Sect possessed ample financial resources, it would not be easy to commission new ones. Moreover, even if they did, it would take considerable time to cultivate them to a certain level of power. "Let's go!" Han Li glanced upward toward the镇魔塔 direction, murmured softly, and then floated down the stone steps. Gui Ling followed closely behind. There were ancient seals established on both sides of the stone steps, otherwise, if they had taken a shorter route, they would have arrived at the镇魔塔 earlier. This time, Han Li paid no attention to the battle traces along the way and soon returned to the original starting point—the White Jade Plaza—before resuming his ascent up the stone steps toward the镇魔塔. As he walked further, another chaotic scene appeared ahead, with numerous craters and scattered stones scattered everywhere. Han Li ignored it, intending to simply pass through without stopping. However, Gui Ling beside him murmured softly and turned her gaze toward a certain spot. Han Li was surprised—having sensed nothing unusual. When he followed her gaze, he too noticed the anomaly. Beneath a seemingly ordinary heap of rubble, a slender, pale section of something emerged—though only a small portion was visible, it clearly formed a stark, bone-white arm. With a casual sweep of her robe, a gentle, emerald-hued breeze surged forth, scattering the debris completely and revealing a full-bodied skeleton lying on the ground. Han Li's expression changed instantly! The garments and hairpins covering the white bones were so familiar—he had seen them before! They belonged to that wealthy elder from the Jiuyou Sect. The purple-void pearl he had been holding in one of his bone hands had shattered significantly, completely destroyed. Han Li said nothing, merely gazing intently, his eyes flickering with quiet attention. And on his back, there is a mark left by a blade or sword-class relic—his appearance is rather reminiscent of...” Gui Ling stared at an odd, narrow wound on the back of the white bones, hesitating. “It somewhat resembles the manner described by the Yin Luo Sect’s people—the way the magical blade extinguished the life force, wouldn’t you agree?” Han Li exhaled deeply and said. “Indeed. Otherwise, although several other magical techniques can similarly strip away a cultivator’s flesh and blood, the resulting marks would not be like this. Moreover, the senior monk from Yin Luo Sect managed to escape with his prenatal stage of spirit fully detached, yet this person was completely obliterated. Could it be that the person indeed held the Dragon-Metal Blade in their hands? Otherwise, how could the power difference be so pronounced?” Gui Ling said seriously. “No, that doesn’t seem right. Although the Dragon-Metal Blade is said to grow stronger by absorbing a cultivator’s blood and spirit, the process of such integration takes a considerable amount of time. How could the power increase be so sudden and dramatic?” Han Li pondered, shaking his head. “That’s true indeed!” Gui Ling was momentarily stunned, somewhat puzzled. "I had thought this scattered master was quite bold—not only did he dare to act against Yin Luo Sect, but even against the members of Jiyou Sect. This is no ordinary cultivator would dare to do. After eliminating a senior magisterial elder of the demonic path, he didn't even bother to destroy the body. Wouldn't he fear that the two major demonic sects might unite and seek revenge later?" Han Li glanced again at the white bones, his eyes reflecting a growing sense of confusion. The storage pouches on the bones were gone—clearly, the one containing the infant cultivation pill had also fallen into the hands of the scattered master. Gui Ling, only just freed and still unfamiliar with the current state of the cultivation world, could offer no explanation. After thinking for a while, Han Li found himself still at a loss. Finally, he raised his hand and released a ball of fire, turning the bones into ash. At least, the wealthy elder's body would not lie exposed and unburied. "Let's be cautious. After that demonic blade consumed another Yuan Yin cultivator, I wonder just how formidable it has become now." "Don't be careless—everyone has suffered the same fate." Han Li said calmly, then led the way up the mountain, his expression now much more gloomy. Gui Ling, upon hearing this, stiffened, twisted his features, and then sneered as he followed. As they ascended further, Han Li and Gui Ling encountered no unusual occurrences until they finally reached the end of the stone steps. Yet this was not truly an end, for the steps vanished completely beyond sight. In their place stood a half-cleft cliff, and the mountain peaks behind them had seemingly disappeared, as if sculpted by divine hands. Han Li looked up at the distant cliff face and then down into the deep, unfathomable chasm below, stroking his chin, his expression thoughtful. "It seems all the others have descended—the Sealing Tower has truly collapsed. I wonder what has happened down there!" Although Gui Ling had heard this before, the sight before him stirred genuine surprise. "Gui, do you know what kind of magical creature was once sealed within the Sealing Tower?" Han Li suddenly asked Guiling a question. "I'm not quite sure about this. Back then, my only duty was to guard the qiongwo mountain's beasts. How could the ancient cultivators have mentioned this to us? However, before I was transferred elsewhere, I did indeed sense an extremely powerful magical aura appearing within the qiongwo mountain. It then vanished shortly after—probably sealed within the tower. Unfortunately, at that time my cultivation level was still quite low. I could only perceive the aura's strength, but I wasn't able to determine the specific cultivation level of its source." After a brief pause, Guiling replied honestly. (First update!)