Twenty-some days later, the aura within the dome settled peacefully, with no trace of fierce thunder or gale winds. Taking the bones of Lei Peng as the core, and using the bodies and flesh of other spiritual birds as the supporting elements, the wind and thunder energies were then transformed into feathers. Thus, a pair of wind-and-thunder wings was formed! The wings now appear nearly complete. Yet, in reality, the wind and thunder energies embedded in each long feather have only just stabilized—they have not yet fully solidified. Therefore, despite having expended nearly half of their spiritual power, the three deities led by Feng Xi persistently channel wind and thunder energies into the dome, fearing they might lose all their efforts. However, while doing so, Feng Xi feels somewhat frustrated. He had originally believed that exchanging three drops of spiritual elixirs from other spiritual cultivators was sufficient to adequately guard against excessive spiritual consumption. Yet, in practice, the actual energy demands during the forging of the wind-and-thunder wings far exceeded his expectations. Fortunately, given the current situation, even at the cost of some vital energy, they can still manage to sustain themselves until the end. Otherwise, if the precious treasures were indeed lost due to this very reason, there would be no way for him to buy any regrets. Just as this ninth-tier immortal cultivator sighed in relief, he suddenly sensed an unusual surge of refined spiritual energy within the alchemy chamber. Though brief and somewhat faint, it was exceptionally pure. Wind Xi's expression changed slightly; his cold gaze swept across the room and settled on Han Li, whose face grew increasingly gloomy. Han Li's face paled, and though he forced a smile, the immortal cultivator remained utterly impassive, staring at him with icy composure. "Hand it over!" said Wind Xi, expressionlessly. "What would the elder like?" Han Li's demeanor grew even more strained, his face betraying discomfort, and he subtly tucked his hand into his sleeve. Wind Xi narrowed his eyes, a glint of coldness flashing in his gaze. Suddenly, without further words, he raised a single finger. A bright, glaring white light emanated from the tip of his finger, pulsing between dark and bright. Han Li, standing within the magical array, was momentarily stunned by this sight. But suddenly, he cried out in pain, turning and falling to the ground. His limbs convulsed continuously, his face dark and purple, filled with unbearable suffering. "Hmph! If you don't drink the toast, you'll have to drink the wine as punishment!" Wind Xi's fierce expression flashed briefly, then he coldly glanced at a small vial that had slipped out of Han Li's sleeve. With a look of surprise, he reached out and instantly caught it in his hand. "Wind Spirit energy must be quite unpleasant, isn't it? You seemed to be running low on spiritual power just a moment ago, yet now your spiritual strength has noticeably recovered. It seems the vial contains some kind of spiritual elixir. Isn't Li Daojun planning to take advantage of our depleted energy reserves and recover his own spiritual power, thus escaping at this moment?" The crackling wind beast glanced at Han Li and said this with no courtesy. At that moment, Han Li had just managed to stand up after the monster ceased casting spells, and thus heard the words clearly. His face instantly turned pale, as though struck by a well-planned revelation. "You're not bad after all. I'd like to see what's inside the vial "Wind Xi glanced at the small vial, tossed it casually with one hand, and murmured. "I haven't heard of this before. Yet perhaps we just happen to need it just now." The toxic dragon standing across from him also showed a look of curiosity. At that moment, he and the turtle spirit were continuously channeling various spells into the bone wings to accelerate the solidification of the wind and thunder energy. Though he appeared slightly stronger than the turtle spirit, his own magical energy had been significantly depleted, and he was merely holding on with great effort. Upon hearing this, Wind Xi was momentarily startled, but then a thought struck him, and he opened the vial's lid. A pure, refined aura immediately filled his senses! The spirit first examined the liquid inside the vial, then lightly sniffed with its pointed snout, his expression now puzzled. "So, what exactly is this?" asked the turtle spirit, growing increasingly impatient. "Tell me yourself!" Wind Xi glanced at Han Li, and said calmly. "A liquid diluted with a drop of liquid from a ten-thousand-year-old immortal spring." Han Li hung his head, speaking reluctantly. "What? Even this is a thousand-year-old elixir?" Upon hearing this, the turtle immortal immediately brightened, exclaiming with genuine delight. As the weakest among the three in terms of magical power, he had little confidence to reach the end, hence his visible excitement. "Hmm, there should be other ingredients mixed in as well. The color is a bit pale green, and there's a noticeable amount of wood qi," Feng Xi observed carefully, his expression slightly doubtful. "I've added some aged medicinal herbs into it, and since my own cultivation method is based on wood qi, the more wood qi present, the better," Han Li smiled faintly, responding honestly and straightforwardly. Feng Xi furrowed his brows, intending to ask further questions, when the turtle immortal suddenly shouted out. "Feng brother, please pass the elixir back so I can have a sip first! You know, although we're still managing to hold on, we're essentially drawing down our own vital energy—our cultivation levels will inevitably regress afterward." "I must supplement some spiritual energy," the turtle immortal said, growing increasingly anxious as if afraid that Feng Xi might disagree. "Of course I know about this matter, but this elixir...?" The humanoid wind-split creature still hesitated. "Feng brother! I can feel the pure spiritual energy within the bottle even from this distance. It's truly a thousand-year-old elixir—there's no doubt about it. Even if someone has tampered with it, wouldn't we still be concerned about any poison? After all, my very essence is that of a venomous dragon, capable of consuming all poisons across the realm. If the elixir truly contains poison, I wouldn't have missed it." The venomous dragon paused and then spoke, clearly also unwilling to continue expending his vital energy. "Ah! I almost forgot about your exceptional ability to detect poisons, Dragon Brother. Then, in that case, I too find myself a bit short on spiritual power. Let us divide the liquid equally among the three of us. This way, once the treasure is successfully crafted, none of us will suffer a significant loss of true energy." Upon hearing this, Feng Xi smiled faintly and then subtly shifted his gaze. Then he lifted his head, drank three-fifths of the elixir, and with a cheerful smile, tossed the bottle to the toxic dragon. As a nine-tiered spirit beast, he wasn't afraid of poisons or medicinal herbs at all. But the genuine qi contained within the liquid—he naturally didn't want to miss out on that. After receiving the small bottle, the toxic dragon said nothing and drank half of the remaining liquid before tossing the bottle to the turtle spirit. The turtle spirit eagerly finished the elixir in one go and casually set the bottle aside. Not long after, all three of them felt a subtle revival of their spiritual power, each breathing a deep, relieved sigh. Wind Xi’s last lingering doubts were completely dispelled. Yet at that very moment, the toxic dragon flashed a fierce gaze at Wind Xi and transmitted a message: “The alchemy process has reached this stage. This human cultivator has little value now. Let me take care of him. Having a human standing around is simply distracting!” "As soon as the demon finished speaking, she cast a cold, piercing gaze at Han Li, her eyes subtly flashing with a sharp, lethal intent. 'Hold him for now! Though we shouldn't need wood spirit energy for the next several days, it's still wise to be cautious. We'll eliminate him once the spirit wings are ready.' Feng Xi's eyes also briefly swept over Han Li before she spoke coldly, 'Very well. Let this human live a few more days!' The venomous dragon's tone carried a hint of dissatisfaction, yet she ultimately managed to remain patient and agreed. Han Li could only see the two demons' lips move, thus unable to grasp the exact details of their conversation. Yet, as they regarded him with unkind eyes, he instinctively sensed a part of the conversation. A chill ran down his spine. After a moment of uncomfortable thought, he suddenly sat down cross-legged in place without a word, slowly closing his eyes, as if resigned to his fate." The three demons were momentarily stunned, yet they paid no heed to Han Li's intent, instead redirecting their focus back to the luminous wings floating in the air. In reality, Han Li's heart was pounding vigorously. He was slowly drawing upon the inner essence of the Qingzhu Fengyun Sword, sending out delicate, silken streaks of pale golden arcs that he carefully controlled to prevent them from bursting. Then, much like a golden silkworm extruding silk, he gradually wrapped the wind spirit energy planted there by the elder demon with dense, protective threads of divine-exorcising thunder, layer by layer. This wind spirit energy, naturally, could not be fully refined by Han Li's current cultivation level nor completely purged by the divine-exorcising thunder. Yet, for now, he was confident in temporarily containing it, preventing it from manifesting. Drawing on his experience in restraining the Qianlan Ice Pearl, he felt reasonably assured. At this moment, the turtle demon had recovered a portion of his spiritual power and was now effortlessly continuing to infuse it into the luminous shield. He glanced at the venomous dragon, as though remembering something, and seemed about to speak. Just as his mouth began to open slightly, his expression suddenly changed, a strange look appearing in his eyes. The turtle spirit's spell halted mid-air, and he collapsed to the ground, mouth wide open yet emitting no sound. A stunning scene unfolded. His abdomen instantly swelled strangely, and then his head and limbs followed, bulging and distorting as if an evil spirit had suddenly emerged within his body, striving to burst free through his skin. The venomous dragon and Feng Xi, witnessing this, immediately grew pale, both recalling the diluted spiritual liquid in Han Li's small bottle.