Inside a tightly sealed chamber, a towering jade altar stands at the center, surrounded by more than a dozen array flags of varying colors, forming a temporary magical array. On the altar rests a green, circular basin resembling an array disk, its surface shimmering with waves of green vapor, and within it, a faintly outlined infant sits, breathing deeply, as if practicing a specific internal cultivation technique. At each of the four corners of the chamber, an elderly man with snow-white hair holds a jade-green array flag, seated cross-legged. All the flags point toward the central basin, their tips continuously releasing fine streams of green mist that drift slowly toward it. This surreal scene unfolds like a scroll painting, utterly silent and still. After an indeterminate length of time, the four elders have grown visibly weary, yet the infant within the mist has become slightly more distinct in form. "That will be all for today. It has truly been a great honor to have you three join us. In a few days, Guì's younger brother should be able to recover on his own. I am deeply grateful." "A red-haired elder seated in the northwest corner of the chamber raised himself as he folded his banner, bowing respectfully with both hands to the other three. 'Heh! Hui brother, there's no need for such formalities. We've known Guixian Master for a long time; it's only natural that we should do what we can to assist her.' The three elders followed suit, folding their banners. Among them, a white-faced elder who had not yet spoken hurriedly returned the bow. 'No matter how you look at it, this gesture will remain deeply appreciated by me and my brother.' The first to rise glanced at the infant still seated in meditation, speaking with sincere warmth. 'Hah! Why be so polite, friend?' the other elder smiled and responded. 'By the way, we four have been continuously assisting Guixian Master in restoring her Yuan-Emperor body within this chamber. We haven't heard any news from any of the external clans yet. It's truly hard to believe that someone could command tens of thousands of golden-feeding insects—what a marvel! We all know firsthand just how difficult it is for golden-feeding insects to lay their eggs." I arrived a little late and did not participate in the battle to encircle that foreign warrior. That man was truly terrifying—three Yuan-Ying stage immortals fell in that engagement." The red-haired elder's expression darkened, and he asked seriously. Upon hearing this, the other three elders exchanged glances, each displaying a clear sense of relief and apprehension. "He was far more than merely terrifying. In addition to commanding the Gold-Eating Insects, he could also wield a deep purple flame and unleash golden lightning. The first group of immortals who faced him were struck down in a single encounter—two injured, one killed. Most of these casualties resulted from these two techniques. The golden lightning could immobilize an immortal's Yuan-Ying, while the purple flame could easily extinguish it. Even the subsequent immortals, who encountered him with greater caution, still managed to lose two despite their efforts." The white-faced elder sighed and said this. Moreover, the divine artifact wielded by this foreign guest proved exceptionally formidable—a set of peculiar flying swords in golden and azure hues, numbering sixty or seventy in total, each exquisitely sharp. Upon contact, several of our companions' treasures were cleaved in two outright. Even more astonishing was the fact that the pair of wing-shaped artifacts behind him could unleash the Lightning Transcendence Technique without uttering a single incantation, rendering his form utterly elusive and impossible to track. Not to be overly humble, at the time, six or seven of our peers—of comparable rank—had simultaneously encircled him, yet he still managed to defeat them, leaving them drenched in sweat and in dire peril. We ourselves even considered retreating temporarily. Fortunately, Master Hū arrived in time, secretly deploying the "Great Five-Element Seizing Hands" to strike a decisive blow, inflicting serious wounds upon him. Yet, even after being severely injured, the foreign guest suddenly transformed into a streak of blood, surging forward and vanishing completely within the encircling formation. Our several companions could not detect a trace of him through their divine awareness. It was only after the Great Master revealed that the guest had already traveled hundreds of li that we learned of his whereabouts—and by then, it was too late to pursue him." A slightly plump elder spoke, half-explaining, half-remembering, his face still showing a touch of astonishment. "This outsider is truly formidable. Could it be one of the renowned top-tier cultivators from the Great Jin Great Sect? That explains why Brother Gui, bearing the 'Six Souls Divided and Original Qi Technique,' ended up in such a predicament." The red-haired elder listened intently, his expression now somewhat troubled. "Brother Gui, don't worry. You've always known the power of the 'Great Five Elements Seizing the Immortal Hand.' Even if the guest escapes this area, this attack has already inflicted significant damage to his cultivation. He should now be no longer a threat. Moreover, the Holy Maiden is currently accompanying the Great Jin guests to the nearby Tianlan Holy Temple to preside over the opening of the spiritual essence ceremony. If that guest indeed belongs to the Great Jin Sect, wouldn't the guests have noticed such unusual abilities? Once we know his true credentials, we'll be able to handle him easily. Even if this person were a high-ranking cultivator from one of the great sects of the Great Jin Dynasty, the several senior immortals we've lost would not easily let go of their pursuit. Moreover, they would certainly need to investigate thoroughly why such a large number of gold-devouring insects could be nurtured by the opponent. "White-bearded elder," said the elder with a bitter tone. It seems that this person must have suffered a significant setback during his combat against Han Li. "I hope so. Still, it's fortunate that these gold-devouring insects are still immature. Otherwise, without needing to employ any of their special techniques, merely releasing these tens of thousands of insects would likely force the four senior immortals to retreat several steps." The red-haired elder murmured. The others, upon hearing this, exchanged glances and could only shake their heads in resignation. They were well aware of the formidable power of mature gold-devouring insects. As they were reflecting on this, an unexpected event occurred. The infant, seated in meditation within the green mist, suddenly emitted a sharp, piercing cry, immediately rolling around with both hands pressed to its head, appearing utterly distressed. Its form began to gradually dissipate, flickering between light and dark. "Unfortunate! The other elders—act quickly!" the red-haired elder was startled and immediately cried out. The other three elders, sensing the seriousness of the situation, quickly raised their ritual flags again, and with a swift application of their hand seals, four streams of green mist once more surged toward the center of the chamber. Immediately, the thick green mist enveloped the writhing infant, continuously mending the disintegrating body of the infant's immortal essence. As time passed, under the concerted efforts of the four elders, the cries within the mist gradually softened. A little while later, the infant finally settled itself, once again sitting upright, fully absorbing the surrounding green mist. After an indeterminate length of time, a soft, intermittent voice, faint and broken, slowly emerged from within the mist. "Many... many thanks to the several friends for your great assistance. Now... everything is settled... we can conclude." Upon hearing this, the four elders finally breathed a sigh of relief. Honestly, if the situation had lasted any longer, they could have endured it, but they were certain to suffer some depletion of their vital energy. Thus, they all concluded their cultivation practices. "Guī brother, what exactly happened just now? The already stabilized infant spirit suddenly disintegrated again. That is truly a perilous occurrence," the bearded elder could not help but inquire. "Please rest assured, all friends. This will never happen again. Indeed, just now, the golden-feeding insects that were connected to my spirit essence were completely eradicated. My consciousness has been somewhat affected," the infant said, biting his lips in effort. "Wait—those golden-feeding insects were completely eliminated? How is that possible? The mature-bodied golden-feeding insects are nearly invincible in this realm. It's impossible for them to be easily destroyed," the red-haired elder was startled, expressing his astonishment. "There's nothing surprising about this. Without Gu's personal command of the spiritual insects, even the most formidable Phage-Gold Insects can be overcome. After all, no matter how invulnerable their bodies may be, there exist some top-tier magical doctrines capable of directly attacking their essence and spirit—thus, it's entirely possible to defeat the Phage-Gold Insects without destroying their bodies." The white-faced elder paused briefly before speaking. "Ah. So, this person is a magical cultivator, then. Yet, during the earlier confrontation with us, the majority of their techniques didn't seem to align with typical magical traditions." The last, slender elder hesitated, speaking with some uncertainty. Yet during this time, no one from the Coccyx Clan disturbed him at all, which surprised Han Li and made him naturally delighted. He naturally didn't know that, at the very moment he drew out his spirit, he had nearly extinguished the very culprit who had brought him to this pass. With a simple hand motion, he reached out and grasped the black magical aura before him. A moment later, a slender black banner shot forth with a sharp "whoosh," and was instantly caught in his hands. The remaining dark mist swirled and transformed into a second infant spirit, glowing in a deep black-green hue, while the infant spirit still held a large, radiant golden insect in its hands. The lid of the jade box and the incantations that had once covered it had vanished entirely, leaving the interior completely empty. Han Li played with the small banner in his hands, then glanced at the golden insect. The creature was nearly half a foot long, with its pair of prominent fangs exposed by an inch, appearing fierce and menacing—exactly a mature form of the golden insect that Han Li had once consumed, but now fully grown. However, the insect's spirit had already faded, and it was lifeless. Han Li thought for a moment, then unfurled the Yin Luo Fan in his hands. A black-green luminous orb, the size of a clenched fist, shot out from the fan and spiraled gently before settling lightly before him. Within the soft green glow, a shadow of a mature Shi Jin Bug floated—identical in form, yet much smaller in size, and entirely black in body, with blood-red, luminous eyes.