"How about it? Do you think we can secure our position before the old demon, Xuanye, sends out his manifested form to warn them? Otherwise, once they escape, we'll definitely spook them." One of the two figures spoke in a sharp, high-pitched voice, transmitting their words directly to the other. "Hmph! Xuanye's so-called manifested form is merely a technique—drawing out the souls of several of his senior commanders and forging them into puppets under his control. Their intelligence has been significantly compromised. Though they possess the stage of a Yuan Ying cultivator, they're far easier to handle than typical peers of the same level. With our combined efforts, capturing them won't be difficult. But here, at this very moment, the old demon has chosen to send out his manifested form independently—this is truly favorable for us. Once we eliminate them, we'll effectively sever one of his limbs, giving us greater confidence in our subsequent actions." The other responded in a low, resonant tone, with a hint of gloom. "Indeed, what Tianfeng said makes perfect sense." Yet I find it strange that these two incarnations were dispatched to track someone precisely at the moment of that person's most crucial actions, and now suddenly have lost their target altogether. The first voice expressed some bewilderment. "Who knows? Regardless of who it is, their presence has not interfered with our plans at all. Once the King Xuanye departs the tomb, his cultivation level will surely diminish significantly—this is a rare and golden opportunity. Normally, this old demon is so cunning that he never leaves the tomb even a step. Had it not been for the True Sovereign's carefully laid trap, we would have had no chance at all. After all, as long as the old demon remains within the tomb, his powers are no less than those of a late Yuan-Stage cultivator." "Heh! If the old demon King Xuanye were to know that you had secretly informed the other two families in advance, I'm certain his face would turn a thousand colors. I'm sure those two families have already quietly summoned their respective monastic lineages, waiting for the old demon to fall into the trap." Moreover, even if the old demon possesses some special abilities and manages to escape the encirclement, we have troops stationed outside the tomb. He’ll be unable to fly away, no matter how hard he tries. "With a sharp, sly chuckle, he said. "Indeed, this success has been carefully planned over nearly a decade by our brothers. Since we first laid the trap, we’ve continuously sent our agents to monitor the old demon’s every move, enabling us to precisely time our attack. Once this demon is eliminated, his favored consort, the Lady Yuhua, and his only son, who has just ascended to the rank of尸王, will be utterly incapable of withstanding our combined assault. At that point, whether he gathers his accumulated treasures over the years or the thousands of尸soldiers sleeping within the tomb, all will be equally divisible among us three. Moreover, it’s said that the old demon’s Tian Shi body is nearing completion. Given his cautious nature, I believe the Tian Shi Pearl, which is likely nearing its full maturity, is concealed somewhere within the tomb. As soon as we extract this pearl and eliminate his original spirit essence, we’ll have achieved our goal. Even if we don't possess the Body of the Dead Sovereign, we can still use this artifact to refine our bodies into copper-headed, iron-armed forms, immune to water and fire—this is indeed the finest treasure for cultivating a physical body." The man known as "Brother Tianfeng" spoke with a clear hint of greed. "Hah! My cultivation method places little emphasis on physical conditioning. I have absolutely no interest in the Heavenly Corpse Pearl. All I need are the thousands of corpse soldiers from the tomb—once I have them as my subordinates, I shall be able to establish my own power within Wudong Mountain." The slender voice smiled gently. "I knew you would say that. Only your Corpse Spirit can effortlessly command these soldiers. Otherwise, among all the fellow cultivators, I would only have come to you. We each gain what we need—mutually beneficial!" The other person seemed genuinely pleased. "That's certainly true. The timing is also nearly right. Brother Kuangsha, following the old demon without any issue, I'm confident he'll make it smoothly." To prevent complications later, I've promptly eliminated the old demon's two duplicates and then positioned ourselves in ambush beside the tomb. Otherwise, if he manages to return to the tomb, we'll be in serious trouble." The slender-voiced host surveyed the two green figures still lingering at a distance, and suggested. "Yes, the timing has indeed arrived. The old demon should have already exited the Snow Ridge Mountains. Let's act now." "Tian Feng," hesitated slightly, then agreed. At that moment, the two green figures far off continued to roar angrily. Suddenly, a remarkable surge of spiritual energy erupted from behind them, prompting both to turn and gaze back simultaneously. Before them lay vast stretches of black magical clouds and an astonishing, white-hazy hurricane, which suddenly surged from the heavens and crashed down upon the two of them, instantly engulfing them within its force… At that moment, Han Li stood before a stone gate hidden behind a waterfall, completely unaware that the major trouble destined to befall him had unexpectedly been resolved by someone else's mere accident. Otherwise, though he could easily defeat his adversaries, the final opportunity to unlock his inner power would surely have been exhausted. Now, his gaze was fixed on the lower right corner of the stone gate, where a slight projection stood out, bearing a small hole about an inch in diameter. Han Li gently brushed his hand over his storage scroll, and the gleaming key appeared in his hand. With a flick of his finger, a bright silver beam shot forth and precisely entered the hole. The handle of the key fit perfectly into the opening, with only the hilt extending beyond the edge. Han Li smiled slightly, extended a finger, and gently tapped the key. A silvery, misty spiritual thread shot precisely to the key, causing the handle to rotate slightly on its own. Immediately, the originally cold, gray stone door began to glow with a luminous radiance, and a layer of milky-white veil materialized. After a subtle tremor, the stone door slowly rose, revealing a modest opening. Han Li glanced at the opening, then calmly stepped inside. Only after walking about fifteen paces did a platform-sized teleportation array appear before him. The seven or eight recessed slots around the array were all empty. Seeing this, Han Li chuckled lightly. If someone unfamiliar with the secret behind it had filled each slot with spiritual stones, they would likely have been torn apart and shattered by the spatial forces at the moment of teleportation. Indeed, the person who originally designed this Feng family secret cavern must have been remarkably astute! Han Li took a few steps forward and approached the array. After briefly glancing at it, he shook his sleeve, and five low-tier spiritual stones flew precisely into the five slots of the array. Then, he raised his hand and struck a seal upon the array. At once, the entire teleportation array resonated with a deep, steady hum! With Han Li's mastery of array construction, any flaw in the teleportation array would have been immediately apparent. With confidence, he shifted his stance and stepped into the center of the array. A cascade of white light surged upward, and Han Li's form vanished into the radiance. The transmission distance was clearly not far—given Han Li's powerful spiritual awareness, he hardly felt any dizziness at all. Yet, as the light flashed, he materialized in an unfamiliar hall. He quickly surveyed the hall and took in the entire scene. The hall was not particularly large, measuring only about twenty paces across. The floor and walls were immaculate, constructed entirely of an unusual warm stone. The furnishings were simple—only two rows of emerald-green wooden shelves and three silver boxes, each several feet in size. This is the Feng family's secret vault. Its modest scale was even more modest than Fan Li had anticipated. The wooden racks, crafted from some rare kind of timber, had been stored here for a long time, yet their color remained unchanged, and they still exuded a faint, delicate fragrance. On one rack, various items of varying ranks were arranged—mostly mid-level magical artifacts, totaling about thirty—alongside several unidentified, particularly striking treasures. On another rack, numerous jade scrolls of different hues were stacked densely, numbering well over a hundred. Fan Li didn't pause to examine the artifacts or the several silver boxes; he simply walked straight toward the rack holding the jade scrolls. After a quick glance, he picked up one at random and immersed his consciousness into it, swiftly scanning its contents. With his powerful awareness, he had reviewed all the scrolls within a single meal's time. Yet, surprisingly, none of them contained any techniques related to Buddhism. Could it be that Feng Zhen's words were false? Han Li shook his head, setting that thought aside. He had used the Dream-Channeling Technique to verify the truth of Feng Zhen's statements, and with the other person's spiritual awareness, it was simply impossible for them to deceive him. After pondering, Han Li's gaze finally settled on the three silver boxes. After a brief pause, he walked over in a few steps, shook his sleeve, and opened each one in turn. Inside the first box were numerous mid-tier spiritual stones, totaling hundreds. The second box was filled with jade boxes of varying sizes. Upon penetrating the contents with his spiritual awareness, Han Li discovered that they contained rare materials used in crafting weapons and potions—materials clearly of greater value than those in the box filled with spiritual stones. As he opened these two boxes and still failed to find his own items, Han Li's expression grew increasingly gloomy. When the final box was opened, what appeared before Han Li's eyes were stacks of scrolls glowing with various hues of spiritual light. Han Li immediately showed a look of disappointment, yet upon carefully scanning the box with his consciousness, his expression suddenly changed. He then reached out a hand and made a gesture toward the box in the air. "Whoosh!" A object shot forth from beneath the array of scrolls and landed in Han Li's hands. Upon close inspection, it was a crimson wooden chest about half a foot long, bearing a pale yellow scroll affixed to its surface. Carved into the chest were several Buddhist sutras and symbols. Han Li glanced at the scroll and immediately recognized it as a standard seal used to contain spiritual energy. Without hesitation, he tore it off and opened the chest. As soon as the lid was lifted, a radiance of seven colors burst forth from within—the source of the light was a small, milky-white orb, about the size of a thumb. "Sarira!" Han Li murmured, his face brightening with delight. For alongside the sarira inside the chest were two additional Buddhist artifacts and a yellow jade scroll. The ritual object consisted of a set of spinning wheels and a串 of pale golden Buddhist beads, emitting a faint glow of spiritual light. Though unremarkable in appearance, Han Li's entire focus was now on this scroll. Reaching out, he grasped it and eagerly immersed his divine awareness within it.