Han Li stood within a bright glow, his body surrounded by swirling hues of霞 light. Distantly, the surroundings were dim and hazy, with countless specks of white light drifting through the air, floating aimlessly. Suddenly, Han Li pressed his palms together in a series of gestures, his spiritual light flowing continuously. A shimmering whirlwind rose from the ground, enveloping him in its radiance, dazzling and vibrant. Then the wind grew stronger and broader, sweeping in ever greater force, carrying the distant white specks like moths drawn to a flame. Not long after, the wind had grown into a colossal presence, rising like a pillar of heaven, stretching all the way to the sky. Where the wind passed, dust and stones were lifted, as if a great demon had descended. At this moment, however, Han Li's incantations echoed within the storm. The wind column trembled powerfully and then dissolved, reforming into delicate ribbons of colorful light drifting through the heavens. As the incantations grew more urgent, the hues of the light shifted, turning into a clear, soft blue. Then, a roaring tide surged forth, and vast, endless waves of emerald surged from all directions. Wave after wave of towering heights surged outward, crashing and billowing in all directions. Han Li was carried aloft by a massive column of water, his hands forming intricate gestures that emitted a brilliant blue glow, radiating like the river god Hebo, so radiant that one could not meet his gaze directly. Suddenly, Han Li altered his hand seals, and the tone of his incantations deepened. In an instant, the surrounding colossal waves vanished as if by magic, replaced instead by cascading waves of crimson flame. At the same time, several enormous fire serpents, each stretching for dozens of tens of zhangs, rose into the flames, their heads raised, spouting glowing pearls, their bodies blazing with fire. As the flames subsided, the vast green forest, the boundless desert, and the snowy realms one after another transformed into breathtaking scenes under Han Li's command. In that moment, Han Li appeared as a divine being, omnipotent. With confidence and satisfaction, Han Li effortlessly summoned a primordial giant, towering nearly a thousand zhang high, and had it raise its hands to chest, then roar triumphantly. Suddenly, patches of silver light flickered across the sky at various points, then transformed into sweeping waves of silver that rolled in from afar, gradually gathering closer. In an instant, brilliant silver light filled the entire heavens. The giants melted away like snow blocks beneath the glow, while Han Li, enveloped by the light, felt an intense stinging in his eyes, instinctively clutched his hands to shield them, and let out a piercing, agonized cry. The entire ground beneath him collapsed and crumbled under the light. Han Li felt dizzy and disoriented, yet suddenly snapped his eyes open in surprise. The silver light, the heavens—everything had vanished! He found himself seated in a quiet chamber, drenched in sweat. After taking a deep breath, his mind settled slightly. It then struck him that he was in a secret chamber within the Valley of the Fallen Demon. Just recently, he had taken a pill of the Perfected Elixir, carefully prepared. What had just happened was merely a vision induced by the medicine's active properties. Han Li sat motionless on the ground, not immediately rising, his face shifting between clouds of emotion as he absorbed the experiences from the realm of illusion. He felt both dazed and puzzled. Suddenly, he reached back and brushed against his robes—now damp and soaked to the back. Han Li gave a slight twitch at the corner of his mouth. This Caoyu Dan truly was miraculous. Even as a being of such powerful consciousness, upon taking the pill, his awareness instantly dissolved, plunging him straight into the realm of illusion. Within that realm, he had completely transformed into a stranger, experiencing a series of astonishing events and mastering numerous powerful techniques—such as moving mountains and summoning winds and rains—which now seemed effortless to him. Yet, upon closer reflection, the incantations and techniques themselves remained utterly hazy; he could not recall even a single character. On the other hand, his insights and grasp of the natural spiritual energies in the midst of the experience were vivid and clear, as if he had personally lived through them—authentic and profound. This indeed proved highly beneficial for him in breaking through the next realm. Han Li closed his eyes once more and remained seated motionless. He sat thus for half a day. When his eyelids fluttered and he opened them again, the clarity and calmness of his gaze returned to their usual state, and the confusion that had been on his face vanished completely. He then stood up, shook his robe, and, with a simple gesture, cast a spell toward one of the stone doors on the side. Instantly, the stone door shimmered with spiritual light and began to open slowly on its own. Han Li moved out calmly. As soon as he stepped outside the door, a beam of white light shot out from one of the stone walls, flashed briefly, and then vanished into his robe. It was the small fox formed from Yin Yue. "How many days have I been in seclusion? Has anything significant happened during this time?" Han Li walked slowly toward the entrance, yet casually asked. "The master has been in seclusion for two days and two nights. During this period, Miss Zilin appeared to visit once, seemingly having awakened earlier than the master." "But the seal at the entrance hasn't been removed yet, I've returned again." Yin Yue spoke respectfully and clearly. "Zi Ling's cultivation is still relatively shallow, so the Changfa Pill has a lighter impact on her. It's not surprising that she emerges earlier. What truly surprises me, however, is your reluctance to take the Changfa Pill." Han Li said calmly. "Master should know that I am not a human cultivator, but a silver moon wolf spirit. Moreover, I am currently using the body of a fox spirit to cultivate, which has further complicated matters and makes my situation quite different from that of human cultivators. Besides pills specifically designed to enhance my cultivation, I am hesitant to take any other cultivators' spiritual elixirs at random. Otherwise, who knows what kind of major disruptions might occur? I would rather spend more time carefully managing things than take unnecessary risks." Yin Yue transmitted her thoughts with a touch of helplessness from within her sleeve. Han Li furrowed his brows, thought for a moment, then gave a slight nod before falling silent. The leftover Ling Zhu Guo from refining the elixir pills, he naturally didn't waste—he consumed them all before taking the Changsheng Pill. Now, after the medicinal effects have fully taken hold, he has indeed gained a slight increase in cultivation. Truly a rare celestial and terrestrial treasure! When Han Li reached the entrance, the automaton beasts remained still and motionless behind the door. He stepped forward a few paces, removed a storage pouch from his waist, and tossed it into the air. Instantly, a cascade of white mist erupted from the pouch, gently drawing each automaton beast into its glow. Only then did Han Li cast a spell to open the stone gate of the pavilion and step out steadily. Just as the stone gate opened, a brilliant streak of light surged from the opposite mountain peak, racing toward him. Han Li glanced at the streak, then calmly extended his hand and waved it outward. Immediately, streams of emerald light shot forth from the ground and stone around him, coalescing into a series of array flags and discs, which settled neatly into his palms. "Brother Han, you've finally emerged!" "I still thought you would remain in seclusion for another half-day!" At that moment, a streak of brilliant light soared above Han Li, revealing Zilin's form. Floating in the air, she smiled gently at Han Li, her radiance glowing and her beauty blossoming into an exquisite, delicate charm. "It seems that the effects of the pill have been truly excellent for Miss Zilin. With only a few years of meditation, she will soon advance to the mid-Jiadian stage. I would like to extend my congratulations to you, Han." Han Li spoke warmly in congratulations. "You're being too kind, Han. The pill I took merely saved me several decades of arduous cultivation. As for you, after taking the Pill of Transformation, there is great promise that you will reach the mid-Yuan-Ying stage—this is truly something to celebrate." Zilin's eyes sparkled with a gentle smile. "You wouldn't really believe it, would you, that the effects of the Pill of Transformation are the same for both Jiadian and Yuan-Ying cultivators? Though the pill is said to be suitable for all cultivators below the Hua-Shen stage, in reality, the lower one's cultivation level, the more A Condensation Stage cultivator who takes this pill is certain to advance to the next realm without doubt. As for a Yuanping cultivator, however, it's still uncertain whether this will be sufficient to enable their advancement. Han Li said calmly. "Regardless of what happens, this Pill will undoubtedly greatly benefit your cultivation progress. Han brother, there's no need to be so humble. Given your talent—having reached Yuanping stage after over two hundred years—it's only a matter of time before you advance to the Mid-Yuanping stage!" "Talent?" Han Li smiled wryly upon hearing Zi Ling's words. Though he didn't immediately clarify, he gently shook his head. Zi Ling smiled softly, about to speak when suddenly a thunderous roar came from afar, rolling steadily through the sky. Then, as if the very heavens had been stirred, the entire world trembled violently. Han Li remained steady, but Zi Ling, who was floating in mid-air, wavered slightly, nearly falling from the sky. "What's happening? What on earth is going on?" Zi Ling quickly stabilized the stream of light, yet could not help but pale. Han Li was equally astonished, not pausing to reply, but lifting his head toward the direction of the tremendous roar. "Hm, this location seems to match exactly the direction marked on the map!" A thought struck him, and he grew increasingly puzzled. At that moment, a bright white line suddenly emerged in the distant sky. Soon after, a piercing, thunderous wail surged forth, growing louder and more intense. The white line rapidly thickened, and an endless wave of pale, misty air suddenly expanded out from nearby. Stretching as far as the eye could see, the wave resembled a vast expanse of white waves, instantly flattening every hill and stone formation in its path, sweeping up countless mountains of yellow soil and massive stones, and bearing them toward Han Li's position. The speed was astonishing—within a moment, the wave had closed in to just several hundred paces away. "This is bad!" Han Li exclaimed, his face turning pale at the sight. With a mere flick of his sleeve, a small blue shield shot out from his sleeve, spiraled once, and expanded upon the wind to become a massive shield spanning before him. He pointed at the great shield, and a layer of shimmering blue light instantly formed, enclosing Han Li within. Still not fully reassured, Han Li opened his mouth again, spitting out a blue ice flame the size of a fist that exploded into a brilliant burst at a distance of over ten zhang ahead. The bright blue glow intensified, accompanied by a series of sharp "crack" sounds, as layers of cold mist rose and intertwined, rapidly swelling into a thick sheet of blue ice. Before him now stood a towering blue ice mountain, about fifty to sixty zhang high. Zuilin naturally gasped in astonishment, hastily unfurling a silk handkerchief that transformed into a colorful rainbow, shielding her body. Upon seeing Han Li have summoned such a colossal ice mountain, she was filled with delight and quickly descended, landing at his side. At that very moment, the gusts from the distance finally crashed upon them with a thunderous roar. The sky suddenly darkened, then a roar of shattering earth and heavens erupted all around. The ice mountain before them trembled violently, with dozens of massive stones—each the size of a grinding stone—crashing simultaneously against the opposite side, emitting sharp, clattering sounds. The noise was so intense it sent the audience's blood rushing and left them deeply unsettled.