Later, Han Li personally led Nan Gong Wan through every hall, pavilion, and building of Qingyuan Palace, and, according to her preference, selected a side pavilion for her daily residence and cultivation. However, after Nan Gong Wan had visited the Palace's Library of Canon Texts and the Hall of a Hundred Treasures, she was utterly stunned by the variety of rare and secret techniques contained in the collections, as well as the countless artifacts, materials, and medicinal pills on display. Given Han Li's numerous fortunate encounters over the years, combined with the treasures he had accumulated by defeating rival Great Transcendents, his personal wealth likely surpassed that of any other individual in the spiritual realm. Such an abundance of treasures far exceeded Nan Gong Wan's expectations, especially considering her long-standing confinement in the small spiritual realm of Xiaoling Tian. Han Li smiled gently, asked her to carefully select a few personal protective treasures, and then presented her with several medicinal pills. He also handed her the access seals for both the Library and the Hall of a Hundred Treasures, enabling her to enter and exit these important locations at will whenever needed. Nangong Wan was naturally overjoyed and accepted everything without hesitation. After that, Han Li successively summoned several officials from Qingyuan Palace to handle several pressing matters, then dispatched personnel to search for the Ice Phoenix. Following this, he took Nangong Wan on a journey across the entire Yuanhe Island and most of the Wuyasha Sea. For nearly a month, the two were as inseparable as a couple of ordinary people, deeply affectionate and thoroughly enjoying their intimate moments. However, upon their return to Qingyuan Palace, they each separately entered into meditation, one after the other. All affairs on the island were entrusted to Hai Dashi to manage. Han Li sat in stillness within a sealed chamber, protected by multiple layers of magical barriers. Before him floated three distinct objects, each emitting a gentle glow—a golden scroll, and two jade scrolls, one silver and one red. These were the unexpected discoveries from his recent journey, recording two secret techniques of the Immortal Realm—the "Five Visceral Forging Technique" and the "Primordial罡 Shield"—as well as a secret method for refining the power of lightning. After glancing at the three, Han Li furrowed his brows and pointed at the golden scroll. Instantly, the scroll trembled slightly before transforming into a golden glow and vanishing into the sleeve of his robe. Though the "Five Visceral Forging Technique" recorded in the golden scroll was profoundly intricate and could significantly enhance one's strength upon mastery, its slow progression was astonishing and utterly unsuitable for the current circumstances—something that could only be addressed later. As for the remaining "Primordial罡 Shield" and the refining technique—after a brief pause, Han Li shook his sleeve, a shimmer of霞 light passing through, and the pale silver jade scroll disappeared without a trace. The "Yuan Gang Shield," a secret technique from the Immortal Realm, is inscribed in golden seal script, with content exceptionally obscure and difficult to comprehend. Simply mastering it thoroughly requires considerable time, let alone the subsequent cultivation process—making it equally unsuitable for those currently choosing to cultivate. Thus, only the final technique for refining lightning power remains. Han Li gazed at the crimson jade scroll before him, pondering. He had already grasped nine-tenths of this technique during his journey, and the remaining portion should be fully understood within a month's time. With his existing mastery of the divine pestilence lightning, the refinement process itself would likely not be lengthy. On the contrary, when combined with his already acquired ritual lightning technique, the power of this method far exceeds ordinary expectations—sure to deliver an unexpected "major surprise" to his future adversaries. After a moment of internal deliberation, Han Li raised his hand and made a single gesture toward the scroll. Instantly, the scroll blurred and settled silently into his fingers, then pressed firmly against his forehead. After a brief moment, Han Li closed his eyes and his body became as still as carved wood. Two months later, the jade scroll previously affixed to his forehead had vanished entirely, and instead, a thunderous roar erupted from his body, with golden arcs of electricity spiraling rapidly toward a golden lightning sphere forming before him, continuously growing larger until it expanded to the size of a large basin. "Poof." Han Li suddenly moved his hand, activating a series of hand seals, and exhaled a slender strand of silver spiritual flame. As the flame circled the lightning sphere once, it instantly surged into a roaring sea of fire, completely enveloping it. Within the fiery embrace, the sphere emitted a deep, resonant hum, spinning rapidly, and its golden characters on the surface began to flash erratically, occasionally glinting with streaks of purple-gold hues, as though undergoing some mysterious and unusual transformation. …At nearly the same time, deep within the mountain body of a small hill on the Lei Ming Continent, Yang Lu, a True Spirit, remained seated beside a slender green vial several inches high, eyes closed, as if he had not moved an inch for the past several months. Suddenly, the green vial trembled slightly, emitting a soft glow of green light, and a subtle ripple of spatial energy spread outward. Yang Lu’s expression stirred; his eyes snapped open. He glanced at the vial, then instantly rose to his feet with a slight bow, speaking with the utmost reverence: “Congratulations, Master, on your awakening!” As soon as his words fell, a flash of golden light appeared at the vial’s mouth, and a faint, indistinct figure gradually materialized before him, taking form as a slender young man dressed in black robes. “Hmm. That’s quite good. My injuries have fully healed now, and I can leave here.” Ma Liang glanced at Yang Lu, his newly appointed spiritual servant, and said softly. “Yes, Master!” Yang Lu could not have been more compliant, immediately bowing and agreeing. Ma Liang nodded, then swept his sleeve, catching the small green bottle in his hand. With a single breath, he expelled a strange array disc of black and white hues. The disc was octagonal, its surface densely covered with intricate, alternating black and white symbols. Without a word, the young man in the black robe threw the disc before him, where it instantly transformed into a swirling, ever-changing flow of black and white energy—sometimes solidifying into an ancient mirror, then shifting into a scroll, and then morphing into other objects, as though perpetually in motion. Yet with only a slight movement of his arm, he gently stabbed the air with a finger toward the object before him. "Pffft!" As the tip of his finger made contact, the flowing energy instantly coalesced, solidifying into a stable, fist-sized crystal sphere. Then, as the young man chanted continuously, he swiftly tapped the air with his fingers, launching several blood-red spells that flashed and vanished into the crystal sphere. At once, a flash of bloodlight rippled across the sphere's surface, revealing a blood-red ghost face that grinned fiercely at the young man before turning and growling lowly in a certain direction. But moments later, the ghost face burst with a "pop," exploding into scattered fragments and fading away. "Hmph. Those two juniors have indeed fled swiftly—seems they've already left this continent. Otherwise, I wouldn't have such a limited response from my spirit-mage. That direction—should be where the Fengyuan Continent lies, correct?" The young man emitted a cold sigh, glanced at the direction where the ghost had growled, and then asked Yang Lu. "Reporting to the master, yes—the Fengyuan Continent is indeed in that direction," Yang Lu replied promptly, having been struck by the ghost face's appearance earlier. "Fengyuan Continent! Well, that's satisfactory. The blood sacrifice is nearly complete; it's time to attend to more pressing matters. Previously, secret rituals were performed at Xiantian and Leiming—yet there was not a single trace of the traitor's spirit. It seems we must make a final visit to the last great road of this realm. The young black-robed cultivator stroked his chin, his gaze flickering slightly before he made up his mind. Without further hesitation, the True Immortal inhaled deeply, absorbed the crystalline sphere into a stream of black and white energy, and then swallowed it whole. With a single command, he said, "Take me to the nearest intercontinental teleportation array—I wish to journey to Fengyuan Continent." "Yes, Master, please follow me." Yang Lu could not hesitate, bowing respectfully. Together, the two figures vanished into a golden and white streak of light, surging forth from within the mountain's core. After a brief spiral in the sky, they shot forward in a determined direction. ...In the sky above a remote, secluded valley on the Fengyuan Continent, Six-Wings gazed at the four senior cultivators before him, their aura no less than his own, his expression unusually displeased. Beside him, the Ice Phoenix, dressed in white robes, displayed a touch of astonishment. Since Six-Wings had quietly brought her back to the Fengyuan Continent and immediately chosen such an unremarkable spot for her to rest and recover her true energy, it had only been less than half a year since their arrival—yet here they were, now being summoned by these seemingly unfamiliar senior cultivators. Though Six-Wings reacted swiftly, he found himself firmly trapped. For with only a slight sweep of his spiritual awareness toward the distance, one could clearly perceive that although only these four senior cultivators stood before them, the surrounding areas were densely dotted with intricate fluctuations of seals—large-scale seals, laid down silently by an unknown means. No matter how extraordinary Six-Wings' flight techniques might be, he would find it impossible to break through and escape within a short time. "Who exactly are these people, making such a grand effort—did they come specifically to see me?" Six Wings' face flashed with fierce intensity, and he asked coldly. "Ah, don't be alarmed, Master," replied an elder with a round face, smiling gently. "We have no ill intent. We merely wish to invite you and the仙 lady beside you to join us for a brief discussion on some matters." "What if I refuse?" Six Wings' eyes narrowed, and a fierce expression crept over his face. "That may not be within your power," the elder said calmly. "Hah! Do you really think that four of you, along with this mere array, can capture me? Once I've slain you all, breaking this array will be as easy as breathing." Six Wings' expression darkened, then suddenly burst into loud laughter. "Oh, what if I join you now?" A deeper, more aged voice echoed from above. "Who is that?" Six Wings was startled, instantly raising his head and scanning upward. Lo and behold, at a height of over a hundred paces, a senior elder with crimson hair appeared seemingly out of nowhere, appearing as though his vital energy had completely faded, yet gazing at him with a gaze that was both amused and composed. "May I ask, sir—?" As the six-winged being's divine awareness swept over him, his eyes widened slightly. "I am Ming Zun. I recall your two esteemed companions having visited our alliance recently." After gazing at the six-winged being with a composed expression, Ming Zun smiled and spoke.