First, the cloak's design is exceptionally unique, composed of two layers. The inner layer is woven from silver threads, while the outer surface is adorned with a series of strange, unidentified feathers that appear to be affixed directly to it. Under the glow of the light shield, these feathers shimmer with a deep crimson hue, resembling blood, creating a most eerie effect. Second, as a magical artifact of the cloak type, this one is the first such item that Han Li has ever encountered, prompting him to be naturally curious about its functions. Based on his own observations, he believes this ancient relic may possess either exceptional defensive capabilities or the ability to conceal its aura—both of which are precisely the kinds of powers he needs most to survive in the heavily contested inner hall, where threats abound. Observing these three ancient treasures, Han Li's expression reveals a sense of hesitation. He can only take one of them, as doing so would trigger the hall's restriction and transport him elsewhere. He must therefore make a choice. By all logic, the golden mirror should be the safest choice. Han Li is nearly certain of its powerful effects; taking it would immediately significantly enhance his strength. Choosing the unusual five-colored bronze ring, on the other hand, might bring him an unexpected surprise Its complete suite of properties and the vibrant, multicolored radiance made the ancient relic appear profoundly mysterious. As for the cloak, once taken, it would surely prove invaluable—perhaps even saving his life in a time of crisis. Han Li's gaze continually shifted between the three items. Even though he was usually composed and reserved, the sight of these readily attainable treasures stirred within him a sense of hesitation and indecision. After a long while, Han Li took a deep breath and regained his composure. This time, he pondered only briefly, then a sudden, unexpected idea flashed into his mind. Based on his understanding of阵法 and spatial seals, he knew that an advanced seal capable of transporting a person from one space to another had very few alternative methods of counteraction—besides locating the seal's central hub or directly breaking through the entire sealed space with sheer force, there was little else one could do. As soon as the pre-set seal is touched, the person is automatically transported. For Han Li, both of these methods were naturally impossible. He had never thought of seeking out the central hub of the spatial seals in this realm, especially without a master of array arts at the Grand Master level having studied and searched for several years. To attempt to forcibly break through the seals with sheer strength would be something only someone with a damaged mind would do. Given that even multiple Yuan-Ying stage elders had failed, how could he, a relatively new Dan stage cultivator, possibly succeed? However, within the array techniques he had acquired, the prodigy Sin Ruoyin, a master of array arts, had proposed in a specific treatise a theoretical concept—specifically for spatial seals—that could temporarily render them ineffective for a brief moment. Though only a fleeting instant, this moment was sufficient for Han Li to secure one more ancient artifact. Yet to achieve this, the cultivator must be able to completely sever the connection between their spiritual energy and all energies within the space—no trace of contact allowed. After this assumption was recorded in the texts, Xin Ruyin herself added a self-deprecating note, admitting that even cultivators at the Yuan Ying stage likely lacked such mastery; it was merely a fleeting, imaginative notion. True cultivators with such extraordinary abilities would simply rely on their own strength to forcibly break the seals, making such elaborate efforts unnecessary. After all, in this realm, cultivators might achieve a high level of skill in concealing their presence, but how could they truly sever their connection with the natural energies of heaven and earth? However, when Han Li encountered this passage while reading in his dwelling, he immediately recalled the extraordinary capacity of the Jin-Eating Insects to consume celestial energies, and spontaneously conducted a small experiment. To his surprise, when he activated the insects, he actually succeeded in achieving this feat for a brief moment. Han Li treated this merely as a casual, temporary amusement and never gave it further thought. But now, whenever he thought of this matter, a warm sense of enthusiasm surged within Han Li's heart. After concentrating and pondering carefully, Han Li felt that the prospects for success were truly promising. Even if it didn't work out, he would at most recover one ancient treasure, and that would be no great loss. With this thought settled, Han Li no longer hesitated. He raised both hands and instantly summoned all the spiritual beasts from his bags, sending out tens of thousands of gold-devouring insects that buzzed into the air and formed a vast cloud of insects swirling around him. Han Li paid no attention to these insects and instead carefully observed the distances and positions between the three ancient treasures. After mentally assessing the situation, he gently floated toward the dark red cloak. The insect cloud followed him step by step without faltering. When he reached a distance of about a zhang from the cloak, Han Li sensed a subtle shift in the surrounding spiritual energy and promptly halted his movement, his face growing serious. Suddenly, Han Li pressed both hands together, forming a series of hand seals, and a clear, resonant sound emerged from his mouth. The golden insects originally circling Han Li immediately stirred, then surged forward like arrows, swiftly climbing his body and forming dense, layered layers that completely dyed him in hues of gold and silver. Yet Han Li, deep within the throng of insects, did not cease his vocalizations; on the contrary, his sounds grew sharper and more piercing. Not long after, the flying insects on his body began to emit the same low hum, gradually joining in harmony with Han Li's voice. The insect chorus grew louder and louder, and the golden insects opened their mouths, continuously exhaling and inhaling in a synchronized, eerie rhythm. At this point, Han Li himself ceased his vocalizations and fell silent. Then, an astonishing scene unfolded: as the insect hum rose and fell in pitch, black luminous spots began to emerge gradually on Han Li's body, shimmering and pulsing, fluctuating in size and steadily growing larger. As a result, several glowing points fused together into a larger dark spot, while some larger dark spots, upon touching one another, transformed into even larger clusters of dark light. The dark clusters on Han Li's body resembled blooming ink lotuses, spreading swiftly to cover every inch of his body and gradually unfolding. As the dark hues continuously merged and expanded, they eventually formed a deep, lustrous, completely black, bare armor that enveloped Han Li and the golden-eating insects within, making it impervious to wind and rain. At the very moment the armor appeared, the insect hums vanished instantly, leaving no trace. Beyond the deep, ink-black hue, the armor revealed no other colors, and was utterly opaque. And at that very instant, Han Li moved. A strangely luminous, dark-veined hand, swift as lightning, grasped his cloak at a distance, then awkwardly turned around and slowly drifted toward the set of five-colored bronze rings. At the very moment the cloak was snatched by Han Li, a brilliant blue glow surged around him, with countless radiant beams sweeping toward Han Li. However, as soon as these beams touched the strange black armor, they were instantly absorbed by the black light and vanished without a trace. Yet the blue glow did not retreat—it grew stronger and more intense, gathering in volume and pressing fiercely downward upon the black armor. The strange armor soon trembled and began to shake violently. Han Li was anxious and urgent, yet his movements remained exceptionally gentle and cautious, as if afraid of disturbing something. Though the distance between him and the ancient bronze ring was only a few dozen paces, Han Li found it as difficult as if he had walked for an entire hour, finally advancing slowly to stand before the ancient relic. Han Li managed to suppress his overwhelming excitement and, with both hands now dark and lustrous, reached out and grasped the object firmly, his five fingers locking tightly around it. Almost as soon as the bronze ring came into his hands, the black armor around him seemed to buckle under the relentless pressure of the blue light. With a sharp, shattering sound, the armor first cracked apart, then fragmented into scattered pieces, dissolving completely. Before Han Li could react, a bright blue light promptly engulfed him, drawing him into its sphere. After a moment of dizzying whirlwind, he vanished entirely from within the spherical light shield. A brilliant flash of blue light later, Han Li found himself in a modest stone chamber. After steadying himself slightly, he straightened up and immediately scanned the surroundings with heightened alertness. Then, a sense of relief washed over him—thankfully, no one was present, otherwise his appearance, covered in crawling insects, would have been most unusual. With that thought, Han Li blew a whistle. The golden-eating insects rose from his body and hovered at the top of his head, forming a shimmering, golden-and-silver light veil that remained suspended. Han Li, however, paid little attention to them and hurriedly turned his gaze to the two items in his hands. Although he had already gone over them several times before, now that he was holding them in his hands, Han Li could still feel an indescribable surge of excitement. He then gently stroked each of the two ancient relics with his fingers. The cloak fluttered softly and was slightly warm, while the five bronze rings felt icy cold, as if made of ice. After admiring and handling them for a while, Han Li turned his attention to the stone chamber itself. It was empty and serene, save for the magical array that had been transported here, and the square passage directly in front of him—nothing else stood out, giving off a clear, cool atmosphere. (Hehe, a new week has begun! I'd love to hear your recommendations for votes and flowers.嘻嘻! Even without flowers, we'll still need some plain water!)