No need to ask! With the Dàyǎn Decision within him and the temporary loan of extreme cold from the Borōzhū bracelet, passing this trial would be a breeze. Thinking of this, Han Li no longer paid attention to the corridor, but instead carefully studied the two ancient relics in his hands. If he didn’t first understand their functions, he would surely find himself unable to use them effectively at the right moment. First, a flash of bloodlight caused the cloak to vanish from his hands, leaving only five copper rings linked together. Each ring was roughly the thickness of a normal person’s arm, engraved with mysterious symbols that gave them an extraordinary aura. Han Li picked up one of the rings with his single hand, gently shook his wrist, and the light on several of the rings shimmered and shifted in a dynamic pattern, accompanied by faint phoenix calls. His eyes sparkled with intensity, and he lowered his head, murmuring thoughtfully as he slowly channeled his spiritual energy through his fingers into the rings. Throughout the process, he remained completely still, his face serious and focused. Suddenly, with a flash of light, the five rings in his hands vanished entirely. Han Li was startled, but then suddenly remembered something, lifting his head sharply toward the ceiling. There, near the top, five bronze rings floated in and out of sight, flickering like spectral beings, appearing strangely eerie. Han Li furrowed his brows, then raised his hand and cast a streak of azure spell energy. Immediately, the rings spun rapidly before suddenly striking against one side of the stone wall. With several dull thuds, the wall flashed with a white glow but remained undamaged—each ring rebounded far away. It seemed these rings were not meant for direct offense. Han Li's expression remained unchanged. With a simple hand gesture, he summoned the rings back to hover above his head, then without hesitation, exhaled a surge of refined qi into them. The rings suddenly swelled dramatically, instantly transforming into five massive bronze rings, their surfaces glowing with radiant light and swirling runes, so bright they became nearly impossible to gaze upon directly. Since such ring-type artifacts were not used for direct attacks, they were likely employed primarily for trapping enemies or providing defense. This, Han Li had some experience with! Gazing at the now imposing giant ring, Han Li tilted his head slightly and slowly uttered the character "Ji." As the sound emerged, the massive ring exhaled a loud "huff" and plunged straight down, five giant rings overlapping to encase Han Li within. Then, the rings began to spin in midair, their speed gradually increasing. Amid a blur of motion, a five-colored light screen formed, completely shielding Han Li within. Han Li smiled slightly. It seemed the bronze rings indeed possessed defensive powers—only time would reveal the full extent of their effectiveness. With this thought, Han Li flicked his finger, sending a spell striking the light screen. Instantly, the screen shattered into fragments and reverted back to the form of the giant rings. Yet, after a vigorous tremor, several bronze rings flashed with brilliance and vanished once more from sight. This time, Han Li remained calm and extended one hand. After a flash of five-colored radiance, five bronze rings, each the size of a palm, appeared neatly in his hand. Han Li calmly gazed at the bronze rings, his eyes reflecting a thoughtful expression, as though pondering something deeply. Soon, a strange, indistinct incantation emerged from his mouth. The five bronze rings suddenly vanished from his hands, only to reappear on his arms, legs, and neck, where they instantly contracted and flashed with brilliant light. Han Li lost his balance and fell straight forward, like a piece of wood. Fortunately, he had anticipated this development; with a swift mental command, the rings immediately relaxed. After regaining his footing, Han Li gently touched the neck where the rings had been constricting, his eyes glowing with unmistakable excitement. This ancient artifact proved exceptionally effective for surprise attacks—indeed, it was nearly impossible to defend against. Even with his powerful consciousness, Han Li only just noticed the anomaly at the very moment the rings encircled him, leaving him no time to react. He was confident that even a late-stage Condensation or Yuan Yin cultivator, if unprepared, would surely fall victim to such a surprise assault. Of course, how long these five copper rings could hold the other party captive remained uncertain. Even so, the capabilities of this artifact far exceeded his initial expectations, which filled him with quiet satisfaction. Han Li contentedly stored the rings in his storage pouch and then retrieved the deep crimson cloak. Testing this ancient relic was naturally much simpler. Han Li simply donned the cloak and infused it with some spiritual power. Immediately, a vibrant crimson glow surged forth, and a warm sensation enveloped him. At the same time, his spiritual energy began to rush inward, flowing rapidly into the cloak. Han Li was startled and quickly severed the connection, after which the glow on the cloak dimmed and returned to normal. Han Li paused, removed the cloak from his body, and examined it again carefully, his brows furrowed in concentration. A moment later, he donned the cloak once more and gently infused it with spiritual energy, this time slowly and deliberately. The same surge of magical power reappeared, yet with his mind now alert, Han Li naturally remained calm, instead narrowing his eyes to carefully examine the unusual state of his cloak. At this moment, the outer layer of the cloak simultaneously transformed dozens of feathers into long, blood-red plumes, enveloping the entire garment in a thick, radiant glow of blood. After merely gazing at it for a moment, Han Li raised both hands and gently floated upward. After scanning the surroundings, he vanished completely from sight. Yet moments later, a deep, resonant boom echoed through the chamber. A cluster of blood light burst from the stone wall on the right, and Han Li's form shot backward, landing with a stumble. He wavered several times before nearly collapsing to the ground. His face was filled with astonishment! He had not even exerted his full strength—having merely used the most ordinary method of soaring. Yet he had still collided with the wall as if he had instantaneously teleported there. This amazed Han Li beyond measure! Han Li tried several different elusiveness techniques in disbelief, only for each one to result in him being knocked off balance upon a single flash—colliding with the walls, dazed and unable to control his forward movement. It seemed as though, once he donned this robe, he possessed only this astonishing speed, with no ability to slow down at all. Han Li stood in astonishment, speechless. This robe was truly extraordinary! In terms of speed alone, it was undoubtedly a top-tier ancient artifact of life-saving significance. Han Li believed that even if a young cultivator in the infancy stage of cultivation pursued him, he could escape for a while with this robe, giving the pursuer a momentary advantage. Yet, the robe had notable shortcomings as well. Beyond the remarkable consumption of spiritual energy—so striking that it was astonishing—the very characteristic of being as uncontrollable as a wild, untamed horse left Han Li deeply disappointed. Clearly, this robe was a substandard top-tier ancient artifact; otherwise, it would not have appeared in the outer hall. Nevertheless, it seemed to prove quite useful during his frantic flight. Han Li, with a complex mind, folded his cloak and, after a few deep, weary smiles, settled cross-legged on the ground, closing his eyes to begin refining his inner qi. In this brief moment, his spiritual power had been significantly sapped by the ancient artifact. He would not leave the stone chamber like this. Han Li remained in rest for half a day. When he felt his depleted energy had been restored sufficiently, he opened his eyes, gazed solemnly at the square passage, and stood upright. He touched the Bora珠 bracelet on his wrist, then allowed the Daxian Decision to circulate within him, before slowly stepping into the passage. As soon as he entered, Han Li realized the passage was surprisingly short. After passing a right-angle turn, he found himself outside. Upon stepping out, a spacious covered corridor appeared before him—exquisitely beautiful and intricately detailed, stretching continuously without end, its true length beyond sight. Beyond the corridor, the clouds drifted gently and celestial melodies echoed softly, with faint glimpses of jade pavilions and crystal towers seemingly emerging from the mist—like a paradise straight from heaven. At this sight, Han Li smiled faintly, a cold glint in his eyes, and stepped confidently onto the corridor without hesitation. As soon as he set foot upon it, he summoned his inner qi, and indeed, as others had described, he found himself unable to use flight magic—forced instead to walk steadily, step by step. Han Li paid little attention to this, but instead gazed thoughtfully toward the corridor’s outer view. The ethereal melodies, which had seemed faint when he first entered, now grew clearer and more distinct. Han Li listened intently to the supposed celestial music, his expression impassive, until a subtle shade of scorn gradually surfaced on his face. After a brief exhalation, he straightened his arms and walked slowly forward. His gait was calm and composed, as if strolling leisurely through his own garden. Yet the melodies beyond the corridor grew ever more vivid, refined, and enchanting, drawing listeners in and making them reluctant to move. At the same time, some exceptionally graceful white cranes began to appear among the clouds outside. Hearing the sound, they raised their necks and gracefully danced, drawing the onlookers' attention.