"Now that I'm just daydreaming, what good is there?" Han Li glanced at the pool of earthfire. "If my friend knows the importance, that's all." Though Wind Xi said this, a cold smile played on his face, clearly not believing Han Li's words were sincere. Seeing this, Han Li maintained his pained expression and silently cursed under his breath, "Old monster." Then he walked to one corner of the spell array and sat cross-legged. Only after witnessing Han Li calmly move to the spot he had designated did Wind Xi nod in satisfaction, and then turned to the toxic dragon and the turtle demon with courtesy. "Brothers, please enter the array and prepare yourselves." The toxic dragon and turtle demon responded without hesitation, stepping forward and entering the array to stand at the positions they had memorized. Wind Xi then smiled lightly and tapped his storage sack at his waist. The sack floated out on its own, drifting slowly to the pool of earthfire, then inverted, releasing a radiant glow of霞light. Amidst the dawn light, a small cluster of silver suddenly appeared there. It gradually expanded, and in a moment, transformed into a pair of bone wings, each measuring a zhang in size, gleaming with a pale, phosphorescent whiteness. One wing was missing its upper tip, while the other was tattered and fragmented. At first glance, they seemed unimpressive, yet the scattered bones shimmered with a radiant glow, radiating a powerful aura that commanded immediate respect. "This is the wing of Lei Peng! Though severely damaged, it truly stands out—no wonder it's considered a marvel of the primeval wilderness!" The toxic dragon gazed at the wings, murmuring in admiration. "This is natural! Lei Peng did not die of natural expiration, peacefully transforming into a spirit. These bones are broken precisely because he was besieged and ultimately fell—trapped at the site of his demise, overwhelmed by relentless attacks. Otherwise, with Lei Peng's nearly unrivaled speed and his late stage of transformation, even if he couldn't win, he would have managed to escape." Wind Xi stared intently at the object, his face gradually glowing with growing enthusiasm. At this moment, Han Li also looked astonished, appreciating the thunder phoenix's bone wings. "Then let's begin! Crafting this item will surely take several months!" The turtle demon, however, seemed rather indifferent to the bone wings, and after a while, grew unusually impatient, urging them to start. Upon hearing this, Wind Xi paused, then suddenly smiled faintly. "Ah! I forgot. Gui's younger brother just passed through his transformation ordeal less than a century ago, and naturally finds thunder-related things quite uncomfortable. Then let's not waste any more time—we'll cast our spells together!" The venomous dragon dragon readily agreed. With the three of them, a series of low murmurs unfamiliar to Han Li gradually emerged, and an astonishing surge of supernatural aura began to radiate from their bodies, each glowing with white, blue, and yellow light respectively. It was either the qi emitted by the three of them that stirred the spell array, or the array had been subtly influenced by some technique they employed. As the array began to tremble slightly, it gradually came alive, and the十余 mid-tier spiritual stones embedded around it sequentially flashed with brilliant light. Han Li glanced around, feeling a growing sense of unease. At that moment, Feng Xi suddenly issued a low cry, clasped her hands together, then separated them downward, launching two thick white light columns—each as wide as an arm—directly into the spell array beneath her. A resonant hum echoed, and the ground trembled slightly. The ground-fire pool at the center of the array immediately began to surge with waves of flame. "Pffft!" A spherical flame, the size of a human head, shot upward from the pool and surged straight toward the floating bone wings. A burst of sound followed, and the intense, vivid red flame instantly engulfed the bone wings. Seeing this, the toxic dragon and the turtle demon exchanged glances and then both raised their hands simultaneously. A dense stream of blue-yellow light filaments erupted from his hands, piercing through the flames and directly wrapping around the pair of bone wings, beginning to cross-link and transform as they glowed. In a short while, the two managed to fully restore the broken bone wings solely using these spiritual filaments, repairing them to their original form. As Han Li watched this, he was genuinely impressed. At that moment, however, the immortal cultivator Feng Xi's eyes flashed with a sudden gleam. He pressed his palms together, quickly forming a series of hand seals, and then rapidly flicked his ten fingers. A number of white light spheres, each the size of a thumb, shot out and landed precisely upon the bone wings. Instantly, a sharp crackling thunder sound erupted within the flames. The bone wings, just repaired by the spiritual filaments, burst forth with countless fine electric arcs. These arcs were extremely delicate, shimmering with a brilliant silver glow. After being launched, they swiftly merged into the blue and yellow spiritual filaments. As the filaments absorbed the silver light, the glow intensified and the two colors blended seamlessly into a silvery-white hue. Upon witnessing this, Feng Xi solemnly stamped his foot firmly. A legal decree flowed into the spell array. "Poof... poof..." several muffled sounds echoed. Five beams of light of different hues shot diagonally from around the pool of earth-fire, converging at a single point where the bone wings gathered, radiating brilliant luminescence. Han Li's eyes slightly narrowed, and when his vision stabilized, a dense, shimmering five-colored light shield had appeared in the sky. Han Li's expression shifted slightly, but quickly settled back into its composed demeanor. The silvery bone wings, enveloped in flames, burned vigorously within the shield—showing no signs of disturbance. The three wind spirits beneath, without any prior coordination, all exhaled in relief. The first step had been completed without a single flaw! With a more relaxed expression, Feng Xi withdrew a translucent, jade-green crystal from her robes—its nature unknown—and tossed it directly into the light shield. Within a short while, the crystal softened and flowed into a liquid state. Feng Xi quickly sent out threads of white spiritual silk, guiding the crystalline liquid to be evenly sprayed onto the surface of the bone wings. After completing this, a serious expression returned to his face. He glanced at the other two immortals, gave a slight gesture, and then softly uttered the character "Feng." Then, opening his mouth, a translucent, crystalline pearl burst forth and instantly shot into the luminous shield. The toxic dragon and the turtle immortal did not hesitate, each launching their long-practiced immortal essences, which soared into the air and intertwined with one another. At this moment, Feng Xi raised his hand and cast a spell upon his own immortal pearl, causing a surge of white, wind-elemental flame to erupt around it. The other two pearls—of yellow and blue hues—fared differently. Under the guidance of the toxic dragon and the turtle immortal, they simultaneously emitted streams of flame the thickness of a thumb, which then merged along the way, producing a series of crisp crackling sounds before transforming into shimmering flames. As soon as these two Dan Fire manifestations appeared, they immediately absorbed half of the surrounding red earth fires, greatly amplifying their momentum. Then, with remarkable灵iveness, each one gently encased a bone-wing and began to slowly refine it. At this moment, Feng Xi's face brightened with unmistakable joy. He called the other two immortals, then settled into a meditative posture, remaining seated in place. The Poisoned Dragon and the Turtle Immortal did the same. For a while, the vast array fell into complete silence. Han Li sat alone in one corner, silent, yet his eyes flashed with unusual expressions. However, upon glancing around, a wry smile of mild regret appeared on his face. It seemed the array was designed in a certain way—simultaneously with the formation of the five-colored luminous dome in the air, a similar dome appeared around Han Li's seated position, trapping him completely, immobile. If it weren't for the fact that no flames emerged within the dome, Han Li would have almost suspected that the three immortals intended to treat him as a mere ingredient, to be refined and consumed as well. Han Li felt increasingly uneasy, his worries deepening as he remained unscathed thus far. At that moment, the situation finally began to unfold. The glow of the luminous shield flickered, growing intermittently bright and dim. Han Li's pupils briefly contracted, then returned to normal. Before he could speculate on what might be happening, he suddenly sensed an odd sensation in his body, prompting him to instinctively lean down and examine it closely. He estimated that eventually someone would surely come to him for help. Otherwise, why hire him specifically, someone skilled in wood-based techniques, when they could simply add more wood-element spiritual stones? With this thought, a sense of reassurance settled in Han Li's mind. He closed his eyes, settled into meditation, and allowed the spell array to gradually draw upon his spiritual energy.