The lady of the Mu surname had just flown for less than ten miles when an inexplicable shock suddenly surged through her. At that moment, the ambient spiritual energy in the air began to swirl and become chaotic, causing the young woman, unprepared for such a sudden shift, to stagger slightly—almost falling out of the sky with her spiritual artifact. Startled, she quickly summoned all her spiritual strength, managing to steady herself amidst the turbulent energy flow. Then, she quickly turned her gaze around, only to be utterly astonished by what she saw. The lady of the Mu surname floated above the ground, gazing at the strange scene before her, utterly stunned. In fact, throughout the entire region centered on Han Li's abode, stretching over a hundred miles, this phenomenon of luminous energy manifesting was widespread and pervasive. As the lady noticed the anomaly in the spiritual energy, thousands and thousands of other cultivators from the Luoyun Sect simultaneously sensed this remarkable transformation. Within this hundred-mile radius, the cultivators were just like the lady—witnessing the spectacle firsthand. Yet, their experience of being immersed in it was far from pleasant. Those at the Build-Base stage or above managed reasonably well, experiencing only mild bodily discomfort and inner uncertainty, and were able to maintain a sense of composure. However, the majority—those at the Qi-Cultivation stage—clearly felt a powerful spiritual pressure, all of them breathing slightly short of breath, while those with even more modest cultivation levels found it difficult to breathe at all. Faced with their growing fear, the cultivators no longer bothered to inquire about the exact meaning of this unusual celestial phenomenon, and instead settled down to meditate and breathe deeply, striving to resist the strange changes that had even made them feel chilled to the bone. As for cultivators outside the Luoyun Sect, though they could not witness the scene firsthand, they nonetheless sensed the intense vibrations of the celestial qi to some extent. Some of the most accomplished cultivators, even those located thousands or ten thousand miles away, turned their eyes in astonishment toward the location of the Luoyun Sect. While most had never seen such a phenomenon and were unaware of its significance, those who were familiar with it either reacted with awe or delight—some in shock, others in amazement—while many others felt a deep sense of envy and jealousy. On the main peak of the Luoyun Sect, within a grand pavilion soaring thousands of zhang high, an elderly man with silvery hair sat in meditation, breathing with a pale, weak demeanor, as though just recovering from a serious illness. At the very instant when a shimmer of light appeared hundreds of li away, the silvery-haired elder's white eyebrows twitched, and his eyes suddenly widened in astonishment, revealing a look of disbelief. Without hesitation, he immediately concluded his cultivation technique and transformed into a beam of white light, rushing out of his pavilion. A short while later, the silvery-haired elder appeared atop the main peak, standing upon a massive stone. He gazed solemnly toward the direction of Han Li's pavilion, his expression growing increasingly puzzled, his face shifting between clouded and composed. At that moment, a beam of yellow light sped down from the heavens, clearly heading toward the silvery-haired elder's pavilion. However, upon seeing the elder already standing outside, the yellow light swiftly arrived at his side. As the light faded, a middle-aged man with a pale, yellowish complexion materialized before him. "Master Cheng, you've also sensed it, haven't you? Surely it's not a mistake—someone within our Luoyun Sect has successfully condensed a true immortal embryo!" As soon as the man stepped into view, he asked the elder with a tone of genuine astonishment, as though still uncertain whether it was real. "A mistake? How Both of us have personally experienced this situation. Indeed, someone within our sect has condensed their true essence, and they are now at the very final stage—just about to fully form the infant spirit. The silvery-haired elder spoke without turning his head, his eyes slightly narrowed. "That's quite strange! Among our sect, only Feng's junior disciple and that rogue from the Tiansha Sect have reached the late Dan stage. Yet Feng's disciple was still striving toward the final, perfect state just two years ago—so much so that he couldn't even reach the provisional infant stage in the short term, let alone fully form the infant essence. As for the rogue from the Tiansha Sect, his cultivation has been severely weakened, having dropped several levels—how could it possibly be him?" The middle-aged man murmured, yet his words carried no confidence at all. "Hmph! How could we not know the cultivation levels of our junior disciples? Though this cultivator is forming the infant essence within our Luoyun Sect, it doesn't necessarily mean they are from our sect. Perhaps some bold soul has quietly infiltrated or blended into our sect unnoticed." After all, Yunmeng Mountain is rich in spiritual energy and truly an ideal place for achieving the Infant Stage. The silver-haired elder spoke only a few calm words, yet had already deduced most of Han Li's identity. "Brother, what should we do now? Should we simply watch and wait for him to successfully achieve the Infant Stage?" the middle-aged man frowned, expressing his reluctance. "Exactly, brother. We need do nothing but remain passive and patient. Though we don't know whether he will withstand the final phase of heart-mist reversal, any interference we make now would be an unintended matter. For the Infant Stage practitioner, the process of enduring heart-mist seems to stretch over months—or even years. But to us, it's merely a brief moment. Didn't Brother Lu forget the scene he experienced during his own Infant Stage transformation, when he faced heart-mist trials?" The silver-haired elder's face was pale, yet his demeanor remained composed. "How could I forget! That scene is something I'd rather not relive. The heart-mist reversal tends to manifest exactly what one fears most—the more one fears, the more vividly it appears in one's mind. Had I not taken a Lingxin Pill at the time of my initial spiritual consolidation, I would surely have been unable to endure the intense mental and spiritual trials. Upon hearing the elder mention the heart-mind trials during the consolidation phase, the middle-aged Li-family man involuntarily shivered, his face turning pale—clearly visibly alarmed. "That makes perfect sense. If this person fails to pass the final stage and fails to form a Yuan Spirit Infant, then we have full discretion in how to handle them—there's no need to rush. But should they truly manage to enter the Yuan Spirit Infant stage, we would now be too late to intervene, and thus would have to risk offending them. Instead, let us simply observe and wait for the outcome. Moreover, the formation of this individual's Yuan Spirit Infant may not be entirely detrimental to us, the Luoyun Sect—on the contrary, it might even open opportunities for us to establish connections, perhaps even bring him into the fold." "You mean to say this person is actually an independent practitioner?" the middle-aged man now seemed genuinely moved. "Yes, I believe it's almost certain. How could a disciple from a family or a sect have dared to undertake the spiritual consolidation process at our Yunm Otherwise, even if he were mediocre, there should still be a large number of senior cultivators providing protection. Don't you remember the solemn measures the sect took when we both achieved our infant stage? The silver-haired elder smiled slightly and turned to the middle-aged man. "How could I forget? During the months I was forming my infant stage, the entire sect was treated as if under siege—every single cultivator was sealed within the mountain, even the main sect array was activated. It seems clear now that this person might indeed be a wandering, independent cultivator with no affiliation. The middle-aged man recalled the event, a gentle smile playing at his lips. "If this person has achieved infant stage as a wandering cultivator, we naturally need to strengthen our ties with him and must not easily offend him. After all, although it's reportedly more difficult for independent cultivators to form a true infant stage than for us, once they succeed, they all possess remarkable abilities and deserve serious attention. Moreover, these independent cultivators, free from the burdens of a sect, have fewer concerns and are more inclined to hold grudges. Isn't that precisely what happened that day—when they resented the old master, someone we never wanted to provoke?" Mostly, this was because the old master possessed an exceptionally profound cultivation level, far surpassing that of his peers. Yet, his unconstrained and bold methods of operation also made many of the major sects in the southern heavens deeply wary. "The elder with silver hair spoke slowly and calmly. The middle-aged man nodded silently upon hearing this, as if fully agreeing with his assessment. "It's beginning!" the elder suddenly murmured, his eyes flashing with sharp brilliance. The middle-aged man was startled and immediately directed his awareness toward the distant scene. At that moment, an increasing number of luminous lights began to appear above Han Li's abode, gradually coalescing into a continuous expanse. Within a short while, the sky across a radius of a hundred li was filled with an endless shimmer of five-colored mist. Within the mist, thunder, rain, and wind roared loudly, and the colorful ribbons of light surged and rolled in response to the thunder, swiftly converging from all directions toward the center. Above the small stone mountain where Han Li's abode stood, a brilliant and dazzling orb of light formed, stretching several li in diameter. Within the orb, a gentle, radiant glow flowed continuously, making it impossible to look directly at it Suddenly, a thunderous crack of lightning erupted from nowhere, shaking the entire stone mountain. Then, a column of pale, misty light surged forth from within the mountain and precisely entered the floating luminous orb in the sky. Immediately, dense clouds gathered around the great orb, accompanied by fierce winds, rain, and thunder. The orb began to shrink and distort gradually within the clouds, its five-colored spiritual radiance flashing more vividly and brilliantly. Several cultivators who had come close enough had gathered near the smaller stone mountain, gazing at the astonishing celestial phenomenon, all of them stunned, unsure of what to do. Not long after, under the collective astonishment of the onlookers, the massive orb condensed into a luminous, perfectly round orb about the size of a clenched fist. The immense and formidable spiritual energy contained within caused the nearby cultivators to grow pale, and no one dared to move.