With a soft crack, the orb glowed and flashed, instantly expanding into a vibrant, five-hued mist about ten zhang in diameter, which swiftly darted downward and, in a moment, plunged deep into the stone mountain. At the same time, the surrounding weather phenomena—wind, rain, thunder, and lightning—vanished instantly, and everything returned to normal. The nearby cultivators stared at one another, utterly at a loss, unsure of what to do. At that moment, a sound resembling a dragon's roar rose from within the mountain, rising straight to the nine heavens, causing the heavens and earth to shift in color. A human-shaped luminous form, approximately a hundred zhang tall, materialized upon the stone mountain. This form shimmered with four colors of spiritual light, its limbs and torso remarkably broad. Due to the overwhelming brilliance of its face and form, no cultivator could make out any details of its stature—only that it exuded an aura of majestic dignity, so imposing that none dared to look up. Even more astonishing, when the figure merely inclined its head, two beams of cool, piercing light swept past the crowd, and wherever they passed, the onlookers instantly held their breath. A series of thudding sounds echoed continuously, causing some cultivators to feel their bodies sink heavily, half-kneeling as if crushed beneath a mountain's weight, unable to rise at all. Among the more advanced cultivators, though they managed to steady themselves, their knees trembled slightly, and veins on their foreheads pulsed with visible strain, appearing utterly strained. Just as these cultivators were filled with alarm and quietly groaning in distress, the massive figure seemed to smile briefly, then suddenly dissolved into a cascade of starlight, dispersing completely. This sight left everyone utterly stunned. ...Within the tranquil chamber of Xiao Shi Mountain, Han Li sat in meditation, his eyes closed. Yet, atop his head, precisely at the vertex of his heavenly crown, a miniature infant of about an inch in height was climbing and playing about his hairdo. The infant was pale and delicate, glowing with a clear light, bearing a face and appearance identical to Han Li's—only his expression was filled with excitement and joy, a striking contrast to Han Li's usual quiet and reserved demeanor. The essence of Han Li, beneath the infant, appeared rosy and serene, as if he were deeply asleep. A short while later, the infant seemed to grow tired from playing, yawned, and then a shimmer of green light flashed, instantly piercing into Han Li's body through the top of his head. Han Li's expression shifted, his eyelids fluttered, and finally, he opened his eyes, revealing a pair of clear, gentle, and luminous eyes of exceptional clarity. Upon waking, Han Li did not immediately rise; instead, his face bore a mixture of strange and joyful expressions. He suddenly raised one hand, repeatedly examining it beneath his eyelids, then lifted it again, brushing his fingertips across his own head, his face filled with wonder. Only after a full cup of tea's worth of time did the excitement on his face gradually fade, and he finally returned to his usual demeanor. He glanced around the still room, stretched, and then rose to his feet. With a simple flick of his finger, a beam of green light shot onto the stone door. The gate of the quiet chamber flashed with light, rising silently and without a sound. "Congratulations, Master! The Yuan婴 has been formed!" The silver moon had transformed into a graceful young woman, standing outside the chamber. As soon as Han Li stepped out, she immediately bowed respectfully, her tone and manner of address being notably formal—something that surprised Han Li. "Master? It seems now that Lady Yin Yue truly recognizes me! But that makes perfect sense—your cultivation level was always on par with mine. If I had failed to form the Yuan婴, how could you possibly have earned her genuine respect?" Han Li stroked his chin, speaking casually and with little concern. "Indeed, Master. With the Yuan婴 now formed, you have ascended to the very pinnacle of cultivators in this realm. Your lifespan will stretch well beyond a thousand years. At your current age of barely two hundred, I believe with a bit of fortune and favorable circumstances, you will surely reach the Hua Shen stage—something entirely achievable." The young woman's elegant face was marked by solemnity as she spoke. "Talking about the stage of Spiritual Transformation now feels incredibly distant to me. I know how many Yuan-Ying stage cultivators get stuck at the early phase, making no progress at all. Don't expect too much from me," Han Li gently shook his head, speaking calmly. "I have quite a bit of confidence in the Master," silver moon bit her lips softly, smiled gracefully, and looked especially alluring. Han Li listened, and gave a look of mild disbelief. Yet aside from ordinary herbs, the interior was completely empty, with not a single figure in sight. The Mu-named woman, mingling among the crowd, had also arrived here. She had witnessed all that had unfolded nearby, her expression now shifting between concern and uncertainty. She felt, subtly, that this celestial omen seemed somehow connected to Han Li. At that moment, several beams of light of varying hues swiftly arrived at the scene, and upon fading, revealed five or six serious Dan-stage cultivators. Leading them was the Feng-named senior Dan-stage cultivator, whose face was as gloomy as still water. Beside him stood the red-robed elder, the Song-named beauty of exceptional grace, and a few others whose faces were somewhat unfamiliar. "Listen closely, all disciples," said the Hu-named elder, his brows furrowed and his tone sharp, "the area within ten li of this mountain is now designated a restricted zone. Anyone remaining in the vicinity shall be deemed in violation of the sect's regulations and dealt with severely." These junior disciples of Luoyun Sect, upon hearing that their esteemed senior master had issued such a command, though each full of doubts, could only comply and swiftly took off on their respective vehicles, leaving the area suddenly spacious and open. "That disciple wasn't inside." The Mu-named woman hesitated before replying. "Han Li? Could it be the overseas affairs disciple who ranked among the top ten at the Sword-Testing Assembly twenty years ago?" The red-robed elder's expression changed slightly, and he asked with a touch of curiosity. "Yes, Master Duan is correct—it is indeed this disciple." The woman, knowing that the elder had participated in the Sword-Testing Assembly, found it no surprise at all. "It's rather unusual for an overseas affairs disciple to reach the top ten. Could the recent Infantation Sign truly have been caused by this person?" The Feng-named elder gazed at the stone mountain, murmuring to himself with a complex expression. The group of Dan-stage cultivators around him all looked solemn. The Song-named beauty, with her exceptional grace, her eyes flickering, remained silent. Infantation Sign! Could someone have just achieved infantation? While others were still uncertain, the Mu-named woman, upon hearing this, was nearly incredulous, her face filled with shock and astonishment. "Feng brother, look at the scene we just witnessed." That person has already achieved the Yuan Yin stage and is now a Jie Dan-period cultivator. How shall we handle this matter?" the elder in red robes asked slowly. "Although the other is a newly attained Yuan Yin cultivator, he is no longer something we can easily manage. I expect the two senior uncles will soon personally take charge of this matter. Our current task is simply to avoid offending him. Oh! The two senior uncles have arrived!" Replied the elder named Feng, who had just made a decision, his expression suddenly relaxing as he softly exclaimed. Upon hearing this, Dong Jiang's heart grew calm and he quickly raised his head to look. To their sight, a flash of light from beyond the sky revealed two streaks of long, radiant hues arriving swiftly before them—one white, one yellow. The elders named Feng and others immediately positioned themselves on either side, showing signs of respect. "This matter shall be handled by us two. You may go about your duties as usual—there is no need for you to remain here," the silver-haired elder and the Lu-named Yuan Yin cultivator said calmly as soon as they appeared before the Jie Dan cultivators. The elder Feng family members nodded in confirmation and gradually departed from the vicinity of the stone mountain. Naturally, the Mu clan woman was even more hesitant to stay, bowing deeply to the two senior masters before hastily taking off on her flying vessel. However, before leaving, she couldn't help but glance back toward the direction of the herb garden. "It's truly rare to have someone achieve the Infant Immortal stage—could it really be that one, 'Han Li'?" As she thought of Han Li, her mind grew disordered, her jade-faced expression filled with bewilderment.