With the three of them moving at such swift speed, they naturally reached the center of the great island in a matter of moments. From a distance, a seemingly ordinary mountain rose before them—then, suddenly, a deep resonant sound echoed from the mountain's peak, and a silvery-white light column surged upward. Immediately thereafter, the surrounding landscape appeared to shatter like a mirror, revealing two emerald mountains and a vibrant valley teeming with spiritual energy. The silvery-white light column rose directly from within the valley. "Liuxiao Heavenly Pillar!" As soon as the light column appeared, Han Li's face showed a look of surprise. On his previous visit, this pillar had only emerged after its seal had been broken. Now, even before they had arrived, the pillar had spontaneously risen from the Ku Ling Valley. Han Li quickly pondered the reason behind this phenomenon. Suddenly, a humming sound resonated through his body, and a cluster of azure light shot forth from his sleeve, swiftly transforming into a blurred, ethereal form before darting off toward the towering light column. Han Li's face paled as a large hand reached forward and plucked, at the same time, an invisible immense force surged and wrapped around, instantly sealing the green glow hundreds of zhang away. Once the green glow subsided, it revealed the small green bottle. Yet now, the surface of the bottle shimmered with countless dark green characters, and the entire body vibrated wildly, almost transparent, as if desperately striving to break free from the seal. At the same moment, a sharp, piercing cry suddenly erupted from the nearby pale white light column, where a cluster of yellow light flashed and then shot like a meteor toward Han Li. Han Li stiffened, and without hesitation, extended his other large hand toward the distance. Immediately, ripples surged above the yellow glow, and a massive golden hand several zhang in height materialized in midair. With a slight spread of its five fingers, it swiftly seized the yellow glow below. A series of sharp hissing sounds erupted suddenly within the yellow glow! An endless stream of silvery threads shot forth, instantly piercing the seemingly unbreakable golden hands, which were riddled with holes and then, after a final tremor, dispersed into scattered points of luminous light and vanished. As the yellow glow blurred slightly, it suddenly appeared across several miles, directly beside the emerald vial, and upon the yellow light aura rolling out, a second, pale yellow vial emerged. This vial, in shape and form, was remarkably identical to the emerald one, merely differing in its paler hue and constantly shimmering with a luminous glow, giving an ethereal, intangible impression. As soon as it appeared, it immediately rushed toward the blue vial, eager to merge with it. A sharp "thud" echoed. The blue vial suddenly surged with a bright glow, and a layer of deep green luminescent patterns materialized instantly, forcefully pushing the yellow vial aside and sending it skidding several feet away before it stabilized, its light re-solidifying. Two flashes of yellow light from the bottle suddenly gave rise to two black, bean-sized eyes, expressing a remarkably lifelike surprise. The yellow bottle then moved again, rushing wildly around the blue one, yet no matter what techniques it employed, the dense emerald light纹 consistently pushed it back, preventing it from reaching close to the blue bottle. The black eyes on the yellow bottle flashed rapidly, conveying growing anxiety. At the same time, Han Li, who was skillfully channeling a celestial spell several steps away, breathed a long, relieved sigh. Integrating the replica into the core of the Palm-Heaven Bottle had indeed proven effective in temporarily mastering this spirit bottle—no wonder Ma Liang had been granted such a replica upon his descent to the mortal realm. Perhaps even the Nine-Element Dao Patriarch harbored similar intentions. Han Li thought this through in his mind, yet his facial expression remained unchanged. Instead, he subtly shifted his stance and moved directly toward the two bottles, drifting gently closer. The Yuan Yan Sheng Zu, who had been trailing behind him all along, was left stunned, eyes wide open. For countless thousands of years, he and the other two Founding Ancestors had taken turns guarding this Kuling Island—how could he have never known of such a rare treasure existing here? Though the yellow small bottle still hadn't fully manifested form, it clearly possessed true spiritual vitality, and its value likely surpassed that of ordinary Xuan Tian treasures. As for why Han Li knew of this treasure and how it was deeply connected to another treasure he carried—this matter, the Magian Founding Ancestor chose not to dwell on. Instead, warmed by a surge of emotion, he too stepped forward, eager to join Han Li. But at that moment, a thunderclap rang out nearby, and suddenly, the Crab Immortal stood before him, his body shimmering with countless silver arcs, silently gazing at him with a cold expression. The Yuan Yan Sage-Founder was startled, his feet momentarily halting as he stopped again. He glanced once at the distant silhouette of Han Li, then at the Crab Immortal's impassive face, his expression growing hesitant. For a moment, he wasn't sure whether he should truly press on and make the attempt. Though he had never fought Han Li after Han Li's advancement to the Great Perfection stage, Han Li had once survived his attacks even during the Combined Stage. It was likely that Han Li's strength had grown even more formidable after reaching Great Perfection. Moreover, there was also the Crab Immortal—himself a powerful Great Perfection-stage cultivator—standing watchful and vigilant beside him. Though he had always held himself in high regard and never believed he truly stood a chance of defeating his opponent, let alone securing the treasure—indeed, such a feat seemed like a dream—his very bold move might deeply offend the other party, potentially forging a genuine, life-or-death adversary. After carefully weighing his options in his mind, Yuan Yan, the Primordial Mage-Emperor, sighed quietly and ultimately abandoned all other plans, simply standing still with an air of calm, observing the next move of Han Li. Though the other was merely an intangible vial spirit, having witnessed its effortless dispersal of his secret techniques earlier, he now felt deeply cautious, no longer treating it as a mere spiritual object. After repeatedly failing to reach the blue vial for ten or more attempts, the yellow vial finally ceased its senseless, frantic movements and settled instead in the nearby void. Its two black eyes immediately fixed upon Han Li. A mixture of curiosity and seriousness settled upon its expression. Seeing this, Han Li breathed a quiet sigh of relief. As long as the vial spirit did not immediately attack and flee upon first encounter, everything else would proceed smoothly. With that thought in mind, he merely shook his sleeve, and a golden scroll instantly burst open silently within it. A thick, dense mist then surged forth from the sleeve, rippling and expanding until it completely submerged the surrounding space. The scene between Han Li and the two small bottles was completely obscured by a thick mist, rendering even the divine perception of Yuan Yan's primordial ancestor unable to penetrate it. Seeing this, the magian primordial ancestor's face slightly tightened, silently grateful that he had truly not intervened earlier. After all, such a divine ability to directly block his consciousness was truly a formidable challenge. As time passed, there was not a single sound emanating from the jade-green sea of mist, and the mist itself remained utterly still. Yuan Yan naturally frowned, yet could not fully trust Han Li to remain alone on the island. So, he decided to take a bold step, summoning the three black dragon-jets with a single hand, and then settled himself in meditation upon their massive bodies. He remained there for seven days and seven nights. Just as Yuan Yan grew increasingly impatient and began to consider whether to venture into the misty sea himself, a remarkably joyful and resonant roar suddenly echoed from within the misty sea. A mist of jade began to surge and ripple once more. With a flash of light, a streak of jade-colored light shot forth from within. As the figure of Han Li shifted slightly, he appeared before Yuan Yan with a bright and vibrant demeanor. Gazing at him for a moment, he smiled gently and said, "Ah, I see you haven't left yet—quite a wait for Yuan brother." "Hmph. This island lies deep within the Sea of Malign Magic; how could we leave a single outsider behind? Your affairs settled now, haven't you? With your treasures secured, why linger any longer?" Yuan Yan stood up from the great dragon, speaking with a scolding tone. "Indeed, without your mention, I hadn't intended to stay long," Han Li yawned, yet his joy remained undiminished. He didn't linger any further in conversation with the primordial magus of the demonic race. After calling out to the crab sage, the two of them swiftly took off, heading back along the path they had come. Yuan Yan watched the fading light of the two figures recede, his expression growing increasingly gloomy. Fang Paozi's explanation was vague—he claimed there would be dragon-island messengers specially assigned to escort us, yet he provided no clear location. That does indeed pose a bit of trouble. Han Li chuckled softly, murmuring a few words, then raised one hand and chanted a spell, pointing it at the black giant vessel. Instantly, the Mo Ling Sacred Vessel emitted a hum and swiftly shrunk, then flashed into Han Li's sleeve. With a further gesture of his hand in the air, a faint jade-blue sword mark on his arm became visible, and a dark green wooden sword appeared in his hand, which he then swung forcefully downward.