Han Li's five fingers pressed with remarkable precision. As the hint of green light flashed, however, he felt a sudden softness at his fingertips, and a tremendous force surged from the point of the green flame, propelling his five fingers back with strong rebound. Han Li was startled, but with a mere thought, he raised his palm and reached out, palm-up, to grasp the space before him, directing a surge of purple flame downward to envelop the green flame. The light intensified, and the green flame was fully enclosed within the purple glow. Han Li's arm remained still, his five fingers glowing with vibrant purple flame, the green and purple lights blending and shifting, alternating between bright and dim. This posture lasted for a full minute. Then, Han Li sighed lightly, casually shook his hand, and withdrew his fingers, causing the purple flame to vanish instantly. He then looked at the still luminous, sparkling green flame, a faint wry smile forming on his face. The tenacity of this strange flame proved even more challenging than he had anticipated. While the Purple Sky Fire could hold its own against it, fully integrating and mastering the flame seemed beyond his current capabilities. With this realization, Han Li paused briefly, then raised his hand and gently touched his front A deep rumble suddenly erupted, and a brilliant arc of gold surged forth from the flying sword. As soon as the arc appeared, it instantly burst into countless fine threads of gold, rushing straight toward the single dot of emerald flame. Yet, upon contact, the golden threads vanished as if sinking into the sea—completely absorbed by the grain-sized flame. The emerald glow then surged dramatically, swelling the flame to the size of an egg. Watching this, Han Li's pupils flashed with blue light, his expression shifting between concern and uncertainty as he fixed his gaze on the emerald flame that had absorbed the golden arc. He remained motionless, silent, for what seemed like an eternity. Then, after a deep breath, the blue light in his eyes faded, though a hint of hesitation remained on his face. But soon after, he shook his head, his resolve now firm. With a simple breath, he drew the sword's flame toward himself, and the purple flame instantly transformed into a slender thread, which he completely swallowed. Without the suppression of the Purple Sky Flame, the emerald flame surged powerfully, soon enveloping the entire flying sword. Han Li immediately felt his spirit and body linked together, emitting a short gasp as a faint bluish hue flashed across his face, revealing a subtle sense of pain. Yet, barely noticing his bodily discomfort, Han Li swiftly focused his ten fingers on the flying sword, sending out a series of shimmering green blade energies. Just as the golden arcs formed by the Divine Exorcising Thunder had been absorbed by the green flame, each green blade energy upon contact with the flame was drawn in and dissolved into formless energy. Yet Han Li seemed completely unaware of this process, his inner spiritual power continuously flowing and circulating, each successive blade energy rushing toward the flame as if in a persistent effort of moths drawn to a flame. His magical strength rapidly diminished. As a result, after absorbing numerous blade energies, the flame grew stronger and more vibrant, as though replenished. Soon, it transformed into a brilliant, glowing green sphere, burning vigorously before Han Li. By this time, Han Li's internal magical power had consumed over one-third. Yet, gazing at the towering flame, Han Li smiled. He halted the flow of his blade energies and then gestured toward the flying sword within the sphere. "A soft pfft," the jade bamboo honey-sword surged effortlessly out of the emerald flame, spiraling once before shooting back into韩立's hands. Upon lowering his gaze,韩立 observed the shimmering, translucent sword in his grasp, its emerald glow pristine, with the emerald flame completely extinguished—his face brightened with a smile. "Indeed! Though this flame is remarkably marvelous, it clearly has a limited capacity to absorb spiritual energy. When too much Qing Yuan sword qi is drawn in, it becomes susceptible to manipulation."韩立 murmured softly, smiling. Then, with a simple hand gesture, a flash of light revealed the sword now seamlessly embedded within his palm, vanishing entirely. At this moment,韓立 turned his attention to the emerald fire orb before him, gently touching it with his fingertip, sending a thread of consciousness into its core. The orb trembled slightly and began to rotate slowly, its emerald light flickering between bright and dim.韓立 raised his eyebrows, then gently urged it with his spiritual awareness. To the observer's eye, the jade-colored flame began to tremble, but only after a while did it sluggishly drift forward a few feet, wobbling and crooked all the way. Seeing this, Han Li stroked his chin, pondering. The power of this jade flame was so great that to simply abandon it now would clearly be a waste. Though he had recently absorbed a substantial amount of Qingyuan sword qi, enabling him to勉强 manipulate the flame to some extent, he still found it far from fluent. Clearly, due to the limitations of his cultivation technique, he could not command it as naturally as he could his Qianlan Ice Flame or Ziluo Heavenly Flame. After all, this fire had not been refined or integrated into his own essence. With his brows furrowed, Han Li gazed intently at the jade flame, deep in thought. Suddenly, he extended one hand and pressed it against his waist-mounted storage sack. A flash of white light revealed a slender, jade-like rib fragment and a small, pale yellow vial in his hands—precisely the jade scroll containing the Xuan Yin Jing and the vessel he had previously used to absorb the essences of mythical beasts. He opened the vial's lid Han Li extended his five fingers, reaching into the void to grasp the black qi. Instantly, the black qi condensed and settled upon the palm of his hand. With a mere movement of his consciousness, the cluster of yin spirit qi leapt onto the rib of his other palm. Immediately, the rib turned from white to black, lifted off his hand, and emitted a faint, subtle aura of cold, dark luminescence. Only then did Han Li immerse his awareness within it, swiftly scanning the contents of the Xuan Yin Jing, searching for something specific. As his consciousness reached the phrase "Yin Fire Thunder," he felt a surge of delight and slowed down, carefully examining this section in detail. Of course, according to the description in the Xuan Yin Classic, once this Yin-fire Thunder is successfully refined, its power is astonishing—indeed, in terms of destructive force, it even surpasses that of the Tiandu Corpse Fire. The principle lies in concentrating a large volume of pure Yin-fire from the Xuan Yin, blending it with some electric thunder energy and other materials, then using specific techniques to solidify and stabilize it. When deployed against an opponent, the internal Yin-fire and thunder energy are simultaneously activated, resulting in a powerful explosive impact. Unfortunately, the Thunder Pearl is a one-time consumable, with limited availability and a complex refinement process that makes it difficult to achieve success—only cultivators capable of manipulating Thunder-based spiritual energy can successfully produce it. Thus, neither the extremely Yin-tempered elder nor the Xuan Gu Shangren has ever attempted to refine this substance. When Han Li first encountered the method for refining Yin-fire Thunder, he did not pay it much attention. Although he could command the Bixie Divine Thunder, he was unfamiliar with the Xuan Yin technique and simply glanced it over. He had only mastered a few accessible secret techniques from the Xuan Yin Jing, such as the Yin Mo Zhuan. At present, as he struggled with the current pale blue flame, he suddenly recalled this secret method of crafting Yin Fire Lightning. Originally, producing Yin Fire Lightning required substantial spiritual energy and had a relatively low success rate. Moreover, few cultivators possessed the ability to command lightning. As a result, this technique was rarely employed in the immortal realm. Even when a few were produced, they were quickly consumed and soon faded into obscurity. While Han Li still lacked mastery of the full Xuan Yin Jing, his current understanding and cultivation level allowed him to deviate from the original methods. By slightly modifying the lightning pearl crafting process, he could utilize the existing pale blue flame to produce other types of lightning pearls, thus avoiding waste. After all, the pale blue flame's power was no less than that of the Ziluo Tian Fire, and therefore, the resulting lightning pearls would undoubtedly surpass the original Yin Fire Lightning in potency. Yet before, he had indeed considered using the dry blue flame or the purple lotus flame to forge lightning pearls—though since these two types of spiritual flames were so rarely employed, even in combat they fell short, and thus he dared not waste them on such a purpose. The idea merely flashed through his mind and was soon set aside. Now, facing the azure flame that he could neither collect nor release, transforming it into lightning pearls proved to be an excellent strategy. This way, during the coming great battle, the resulting weapon would serve as a sharp and effective means of offense. With this plan settled, Han Li immediately began searching through his storage pouch for other materials. As for the ingredients needed to create lightning pearls, he truly managed to gather them all from his person. These items were not rare at all—they were common materials used in both alchemy and crafting, and Han Li had kept a good supply. Thus, he first retrieved each item and arranged them before him. Then, facing the flickering flame sphere, he settled his expression and raised both hands. A thunderous boom, and two golden arcs shot simultaneously from the palms, aimed directly at the jade-colored fire sphere. ...Inside the main hall of Luoyun Sect's residence, Lu Luo sat motionless in his chair, expression neutral and composed. Before him, several Dan-stage cultivators of Luoyun Sect stood still, hands folded—among them, the red-robed elder and the Soong-named woman. Though their expressions showed a slight sense of anxiety. "Master Segment," Lu Luo suddenly asked in a calm tone, "has your Master Han been in seclusion for several days now?" "Reported to Master. Our Master Han has been in the meditation chamber for over two months. I and my sister Soong have been stationed outside, and he has not yet come out." "Hmm. When he first entered seclusion, he personally notified me, stating that he wished to prepare for the impending great battle and requested that we not disturb him. However, now it seems the Muran people have gathered their forces and are beginning to stir. Our senior cultivators have convened several times, and each time, they have specifically requested that Master Han attend." But I've always found excuses to put it off. Now, however, with the three senior cultivators gathering in Tianyi City and sending letters to invite you, Han Shishu, to meet tomorrow, this gathering is specifically open only to Yuan婴中期 cultivators—a clear sign of their high regard for you. It's no longer feasible to delay any further." I suspect this meeting will be the final one that determines our strategy. If any of us from Luoyun Sect attend, the benefits will be substantial. Lu Luo sighed, murmuring softly. Upon hearing her senior, Lu Shishu's words, the others in the hall also exchanged weary, wistful expressions. "Yet, Han Shishu is surely at a crucial stage of her meditation retreat. If we disturb her now, won't we risk undermining her efforts?" The woman with the surname Song hesitated, then her delicate features softened with concern. "That very concern is why Lu Shishu has been delaying this meeting so long." But if Han Shishe still does not appear at the gathering tomorrow, things might... said a middle-aged cultivator with a small beard on his upper lips, hesitating slightly. "What about the others?" At that moment, a light, faint voice suddenly came from outside the hall—soft in tone yet clearly heard by everyone. Upon hearing this, Lu Luo immediately beamed with joy.