"It's truly surprising that such a thing could happen. Though I may not be particularly skilled, I'd like to give it a try. However, before proceeding, I'd like to first attempt the soul-sealing technique. Brother Ling, do you have any objections?" Han Li stroked his chin, gazed intently at the handsome young man standing in the ice peak, and then smiled lightly. Upon hearing this, Ling Wang was momentarily stunned. After a prolonged moment of contemplation, his expression grew slightly gloomy. "If your prowess allows you to instantly slay this creature, then indeed, I shall have relieved one of my greatest concerns—this would be most favorable. But should the soul-sealing technique be involved, unless your spiritual awareness is significantly stronger than his, the endeavor will be utterly hopeless." "Oh, what if I insist on giving it a try?" Han Li furrowed his brows and said calmly. This time, Ling Wang's face truly changed. "Very well. If Brother Han truly possesses such a grand ability, then I shall have no reason to obstruct you." Nevertheless, this immortal was subdued personally by the King himself. If my esteemed friend insists on pressing so firmly, shall I not be able to present a reasonable account to myself? After exhaling gently, the Ling King finally grew a touch of sternness. "What account does the Ling friend expect from me?" Han Li's expression remained entirely composed. "I have heard that outside circles, there is already widespread rumor that Brother Han has ascended to the rank of the foremost transcendental cultivator among the Ling sect. Having lived a relatively long life myself, I am confident that I still possess some of my own powers. As long as my esteemed friend is willing to meet my three attacks without evasion or retreat, I shall willingly hand over this immortal entirely to you." The Ling King finally ceased his reserve. "Ha ha! Though my esteemed friend has spoken so much, it is precisely this point that resonates most with me. By nature, cultivators should be subordinate to the stronger. Should I fail to withstand just two of your attacks, I shall immediately turn around and depart—never to disturb you again." Han Li smiled, not in anger but in delight. "Then, with that, friend, let us go to another location. Let our conflict not disturb this sealing here." Ling Wang spoke without hesitation. "Of course, I shall follow your arrangements," Han Li nodded, maintaining a neutral expression. ...In a grand hall deep within Fuling Mountain, the previously enveloping light screen that had covered the entire hall now shatters into scattered points of white light. Facing each other across the hall, Han Li and the elder display markedly different expressions. Han Li remains composed, arms folded, showing no signs of disturbance whatsoever. In contrast, the Spirit King's aura has grown stronger than before, with a pale silver Buddha statue adorned with vivid, feline eyes emerging behind him—yet his face is clearly displeased. Around him, a ring of translucent short blades is embedded, neatly encircling and enclosing him. Floating in the space between them is a massive black blade, over ten zhang in length, yet its sharp tip has vanished entirely, and the severed edge is smooth as a mirror, as though it had been cleanly severed by an unseen force. "You've already used two moves," Han Li said calmly. "Now, you may use your final one." "Well, let's skip that final move." Han's divine prowess indeed surpasses what was previously reported; even if I were to intervene once more, I would only be humiliated." The Ling King's face suddenly relaxed, revealing a touch of wry humor. Then, with a sweeping motion of his sleeve and a single hand seal, the black great blade, the translucent short blade, and the silver Buddha statue behind him all flashed and were neatly stored away. "Hehe, Ling brother is being most courteous. Yet, did the guest truly display his most powerful, reserve techniques? Otherwise, I couldn't have easily withstood the first two attacks." Han chuckled. "Indeed, I still possess several life-saving techniques, but have the guest ever fully demonstrated his true capabilities? Regardless, this time, I am fully convinced. The true immortal I have subdued may now be at your disposal. However, I have one condition: if you genuinely possess the ability to slay this immortal, you must do so before my very eyes. Otherwise, I shall not be at ease." The Ling King spoke with renewed seriousness. "That is absolutely no problem at all." I've recently forged a precious artifact that might just prove invaluable at the right moment," Han Li agreed immediately, adding a sentence with evident significance. Though the Ling King found the latter remark somewhat puzzling, seeing Han Li's clear acceptance of the terms, he felt a surge of satisfaction and decided to let it pass, simply inviting him to walk toward the hall's outer entrance. Though he successfully penetrated the other's consciousness sea, he was startled to find that half of the key memories were completely sealed off by an unknown, mysterious energy. Upon exploring the rest of the other's consciousness and making even slight contact with this section of memories, the other's head instantly burst open like a watermelon—not only did the sealing energy obliterate the entire essence of the immortal's spirit and mind, but the other's body itself also turned to ash under the strange force. This outcome left Han Li utterly astonished, while the nearby Ling Wang stared in open amazement. Nevertheless, through his earlier exploration of Buun's memories, Han Li finally pieced together the approximate relationships between Xiao Pin, the other, Ma Liang, and the Jiuyuan Temple, and even uncovered a crucial piece of information. "The spirit being might actually be residing within the demonic realm," Han Li murmured to himself, and then sank back into deep contemplation. Though he did not uncover how the other party had stolen the Tian-Handing Vessel or why they had defected from the Jiuyuan Temple, he finally understood the reason why the Tian-Handing Vessel had split into two and descended to the mortal realm. During his time as a sealing immortal in the Immortal Realm, to evade pursuit by the Jiuyuan Temple, he had used a grandly acquired Great Transmigration Scroll to journey to another immortal realm. However, during the transmission process, the scroll’s power unexpectedly came under the influence of some mysterious force—so instead of successfully transferring, he was mysteriously and directly cast out of the Immortal Realm, landing in the lower realm. As this occurred, the Tian-Handing Vessel, which had been only temporarily sealed by him, suddenly began to struggle fiercely. Though he was greatly startled and immediately employed various secret techniques to stabilize it, he was still too late—by the time he acted, the spirit of the vessel had activated an unknown innate ability, causing it to split completely into two, each part then falling into separate realms. Fortunately, the Sealing Immortal, in a moment of inspiration, fiercely cast a tracking spell upon the vial of spiritual essence. Thus, even if he could not immediately catch up with the vial, the crucial mark remained, allowing him to reposition and eventually recover it. As long as he could retrieve the vial, leveraging the intuitive connection between it and its vessel, he would surely be able to locate the entire Heavenly Hand Vial. Unfortunately, though this true Immortal had conceived a most sound plan, he had suffered severe injuries upon entering the spiritual realm, where the interface forces nearly destroyed his physical form and significantly diminished his divine powers. Forced to adapt, he had thus潜伏 beneath the ocean, gradually reconstructing his true Immortal body using substitute spiritual materials and steadily restoring his former abilities. During this time, he repeatedly cast the tracking spell, conducting thorough investigations before finally confirming that the vial was hidden within the realm of the demons, closely adjacent to the Human Realm. He also once repeatedly took temporary incarnations, journeying across much of the spiritual realm, seeking out various medicinal essences of great utility. On the Cold Moon Realm of Lei Ming Continent, he had once quietly infiltrated it as well. The silver lotus bud that Han Li carried out from this realm proved immensely beneficial for solidifying his True Immortal body, though at the time, it still lacked sufficient maturity to harvest. Other medicinal herbs available there were of no use to him, so he left them behind. Naturally, this Immortal, sealed within, could never have imagined that decades later, Han Li would arrive so boldly, directly entering the realm and taking the herb without hesitation. This naturally left the sealed Immortal furious! As a result, he initiated a complete reconstruction of his immortal body, and even before his inner energy had fully recovered, he hastily departed from his underwater palace, making his way toward Han Li's location. Yet, due to his initial oversight, he ended up falling into the hands of the Spirit King, who deeply understood both the realm and the nature of the Immortals. Reflecting on this, Han Li felt a profound sense of emotion, and with a slight movement of his wrist, a soft sound of liquid flowing was immediately heard within the small green bottle in his hand. This liquid was not the elixir that awakened the spirit, but rather a single drop of spiritual blood drawn with great effort from the true immortal whose body had been sealed. With this drop of spiritual blood, he could also employ the other party's tracking technique. Thus, as long as the vial of spiritual essence remained within the demonic realm, he would be able to accurately locate it through spellcasting. Thinking of the vial's restored true form and the myriad celestial powers it might possess,韩立 felt a surge of excitement within him. "The demonic realm," he thought, "must be visited promptly." At that moment, a faint dragon's roar suddenly emanated from his body. Upon hearing it,韩立 stiffened, swiftly retrieved the small vial in his hand, and then shook his sleeve. Instantly, a gleaming scale flew out, spun once around, and settled precisely before him.