"Huh! This looks like the Wanmeng Fruit. At least, only after it has developed a medicinal potency of over ten thousand years would it take on this hue." The voice of the Daxian Divine Sovereign came out in surprise. "This medicinal garden's ruins have not been visited by anyone for countless tens of thousands of years. If the medicinal potency hasn't reached over ten thousand years, I find that truly strange!" Suppressing the excitement within, Han Li remained calm and composed. He did not immediately rush to pluck any herbs, but instead quietly observed the scene for a long time before turning and heading toward another corner. "Dragon Pattern Grass," "Wind Spirit Blossom"... As Han Li approached each rare or extinct medicinal plant, he softly called out their names. Each of these herbs possessed a vitality of over ten thousand years, and Han Li's eyes grew increasingly bright. "I didn't realize you were so well-versed in medicinal plants. Several of the names you mentioned, I've never heard of their specific properties before." The Daxian Divine Sovereign could no longer contain his astonishment and remarked in amazement. "Master, are you jesting with me? The medicinal herbs here—I can already identify one-third of them, which would be quite satisfactory. The rest will require your further guidance." Han Li raised his head and glanced at the herbs in the other directions, then smiled slightly. "Hmph! Though I have some familiarity with alchemy, I haven't deeply studied this particular subject, and thus can only help you recognize a few more. Those over there—" The Grand Sovereign of Daxian perhaps considered this a minor matter and did not press Han Li, easily naming several additional herbs and their effects. Han Li nodded thoughtfully, then flipped his hand, bringing forth a pale azure jade scroll. Without hesitation, he immersed his consciousness into the scroll, remaining still and motionless, as if searching for something specific. The Grand Sovereign, aware of the need for quiet, said nothing, patiently waiting for a full meal's time. When Han Li withdrew his consciousness, a thoughtful expression appeared on his face. This jade scroll was precisely the one the Song-family woman from Luoyun Sect had given to Han Li that day, containing numerous ancient elixirs and prescriptions. It was thanks to this scroll that Han Li could identify so many rare herbs and trees within the medicinal garden. However, after carefully reviewing it just now, Han Li found that among the ancient prescriptions, only one could be immediately assembled with available materials for preparation. Part of the materials consisted of the newly identified ancient herbs, while the other portion came from items he had obtained during the border battles and from the redemption payments of the ancient copper lamp relic. Together, these materials barely managed to gather the necessary ingredients for the "Jiangyun Pill." According to the prescription, this ancient elixir was a rare and refined cultivation tonic even during the age of wilderness. For Han Li, a Yuan婴初期 cultivator, the medicinal properties were somewhat excessive and even somewhat overpowering. The optimal time for consumption would actually be when he reached Yuan婴中期 cultivation stage. At the initial stage of Yuan Ying, the consumption of Jingyun Pill not only wastes part of its efficacy but also entails intense suffering, including the expansion and even tearing of meridians. Besides the Jingyun Pill, there is another elixir known as Xuepo Pill, which also holds great promise of being successfully refined. Its primary ingredients can be sourced entirely from the medicinal herbs cultivated in this garden and from the original materials available—only a few rare materials remain missing, which, though difficult to find, can be obtained from outside sources. Although the Xuepo Pill is not a refined cultivation elixir, it serves as an auxiliary medicinal aid that enhances the refinement of icy-cold energy for practitioners of icy-cold style cultivation techniques. The formula merely mentions its effects briefly, without detailed elaboration. Yet, given that so many rare materials are required to produce it, the elixir must surely be exceptional. As for the remaining medicinal herbs in the garden, they are insufficient to form any ancient elixirs and will thus be collected for future use. Han Li's thoughts swirling, he promptly organized the uses of these medicinal herbs. Even though he was usually calm and composed, he could not help but feel waves of excitement surge through him. He had reached the early Yuan婴 stage some years ago. Though he had remained busy most of the time and had never truly taken extended periods of retreat to deepen his cultivation, he had often found himself actively seeking opportunities—largely because he lacked suitable pills to accelerate his progress. Now it seemed that all his efforts had not gone in vain. His moment of fortune had truly arrived. If the effects of the Jiangyun Pills were indeed as miraculous as described in the prescription, the abundance of these herbs here would be sufficient to elevate his cultivation to the peak level of the early Yuan婴 stage, enabling him to break through his current limitations and advance into the mid-Yuan婴 stage. Moreover, by harvesting and transplanting some of these herbs back, he could continue using the green liquid to promote their maturation, ensuring a steady supply of Jangyun Pills in the future. As for the Bingpo Pills, they were equally beneficial to him. After all, the dried blue ice flame and the purple sky fire are both extremely cold divine techniques. This pill is precisely suited to enhance their power. Once his plan was fully settled in his mind, Han Li exhaled deeply, his face finally revealing a rare expression of joy. If everything truly unfolded as he had anticipated, then his daring journey into the Valley of Fallen Demons would surely have been worthwhile. The various treasures and puppets destroyed along the way would then seem trivial in comparison. The only thing still weighing on his heart was the two flying swords infused with Bing essence that had gone missing. However, these two Qing Zhu Feng Yun swords were his own life-long treasures; as long as his master remained alive, they would not easily be seized by anyone else. He could simply take the time to search for them again after returning—something that should not prove particularly difficult. Han Li was unaware that these swords had actually fallen into the hands of another ancient demon, and thus naturally thought of it in this straightforward way. Han Li, without further thought, simply slapped his hand against the storage sack, and several dozen jade boxes of varying sizes shot out from the mouth of the sack, hovering before him. He immediately bowed slightly and began carefully transplanting the spiritual herbs beneath his feet. Once a single specimen of such a herb was successfully transplanted into one of the jade boxes, he did not immediately proceed to transplant others of the same kind, but instead carried all the boxes over to an adjacent patch of medicinal land. Whether familiar or unfamiliar, Han Li intended to transplant one specimen of each herb before moving on, so that even after leaving this space, he could continue nurturing and utilizing them. However, after truly following this plan through, his expression grew increasingly serious and grave. For among the ancient medicinal herbs in the gardens, three types proved completely untransplantable—once a specimen was placed into a jade box, it suddenly caught fire and burned out, vanishing entirely. One variety was just like the spirit pillar fruit he had seen before—once removed from its original planting site, its branches and leaves turned yellow and withered, losing its medicinal properties. The final type was even more astonishing: as soon as it touched the soil at its roots, the spirit medicine seemed startled and instantly dissolved, leaving behind a pool of liquid. Han Li felt deeply frustrated. He had thought that the number of spirit medicines incapable of transplantation was not many. Yet here, in such a small medicinal garden, three such cases had already appeared. What was most disheartening was that one of these herbs was precisely one of the primary ingredients for crafting the Jingyun Pill—an utterly disastrous development. After circling the flame-red tufts of grass several times, Han Li's expression grew as gloomy as still water. Suddenly, he recalled something. After a brief hesitation, he reached into his cloak and searched, eventually drawing out a small green vial—neither wood nor metal—that he had always regarded as his most precious possession. This bottle is usually kept closely by Fan Li through a secret technique. Unless he dies, no one else can discover it and take it away. "What is this?" asked Da Yan Shen Jun, showing genuine curiosity. "Nothing special," Fan Li replied casually. Then, with one hand he gently held the small bottle level in his palm, while with the other he calmly opened the lid. Yet, despite the lid being opened, no unusual phenomenon occurred. After waiting a moment, Fan Li slowly closed the bottle again, carefully set it aside, and furrowed his brow. This space has neither the sun, moon, nor stars, and there is no distinction between day and night. It is therefore not surprising that the bottle has lost its effectiveness here—but Fan Li still felt a sense of frustration. This meant that even if he remained in this place for years without leaving, he would still not be able to accumulate any additional Jiangyun Dan. The number of pills he could produce from the medicinal herbs before him would be exactly equal to the number he could obtain. A sense of restlessness stirred in his heart, and Han Li sighed, lifting his head to gaze at the gray, overcast sky, his eyes narrowing slightly. Regardless of the elixir matter, he now had another pressing issue to resolve—how to exit this space and return to the mortal realm. After all, no one was currently standing with him to deliver a combined strike. Earlier, he had used his divine awareness to probe the walls around him, and found them all stable and seamless, with no signs of instability or anomalies. Yet when he extended his awareness toward the sky and the ground, it was met with resistance—something bouncing his perception back. Clearly, there were seals present at these two locations. The ground had already been accessed by Yin Yue, who had used earth-walking technique to enter and conduct a detailed examination. The only aspect he still needed to investigate was the gray, misty layer above—this very spot. Yet, having just witnessed the terrifying seal claim the spirit-mage’s life, Han Li was determined not to disturb it lightly, unwilling to risk creating any major complications for himself. As he was低头 thinking, a shimmer of silver light appeared on the ground before him, and the figure of Yin Yue stepped forth, hurriedly bowing deeply to Han Li. "Master, I have thoroughly investigated everything beneath the ground. There is indeed a seal there, though it is now incomplete. Following the break, I explored every corner, but found no anomalies. I fear I must disappoint you." Yin Yue spoke with a touch of regret. "Nothing at all. It was never likely that there would be any flaws beneath the ground." Han Li remained calm, gently nodding before lifting his gaze toward the sky. "Master intends to investigate the skies?" Seeing Han Li's gesture, Yin Yue grew somewhat concerned. "Indeed! There are no noticeable flaws either on the ground or the surrounding areas. We must venture upward and take the risk. Since the silver flame only extinguished the ancient demons, this seal, though powerful, should pose no serious threat to human cultivators. There should be no great danger. Otherwise, shall we truly be confined here for the rest of our lives?" Han Li spoke with exceptional decisiveness. Immediately afterward, a glow of green light flashed across his body, and he floated upward into the air.