The Yin-Sha Blood Corpse, though lacking a truly established method of refinement, is nonetheless described as possessing immense power—yet the process of creating it is exceptionally cruel. It is said that to successfully refine such a corpse, one must use a body of someone sharing the same bloodline as the practitioner, so that the bloodline’s vitality can suppress the corpse’s counter-reaction. During the refinement process, the spirit of the original body owner becomes permanently trapped within the corpse, unable to reincarnate. While cultivators generally do not place the same emphasis on familial bonds as ordinary mortals, such a profoundly unkind and cold-hearted act—sacrificing a loved one’s spirit—is rare indeed. Remarkably, even among those cultivators who are known for their ruthlessness and have actually performed this refinement, the outcomes have been overwhelmingly tragic; none have lived to enjoy a full, natural lifespan. As a result, despite the formidable power of the Blood Corpse, few practitioners dare to attempt its creation. Today, even fewer know the precise method of refinement. Even grand cultivators such as the Qian Old Demon, who has mastered the Five-Unity Magic of the Five Sons, remain largely unaware of the specific techniques involved. As soon as Han Li recognized the two阴soul blood corpses of the white-haired cultivator, he could hardly conceal his astonishment. Nevertheless, regardless of the white-haired cultivator's origins or his ferocity, as long as he did not obstruct Han Li, he naturally had no interest in attending to him. After silently hovering in the sky for a moment, Han Li then shook slightly, and swiftly flew upward toward the midsection of the stone peak. Although he had already extracted the souls of the two adept companions, they only knew that the extreme yin resided on the stone peak, but they were unaware of the exact location, making it somewhat cumbersome to locate. He easily subdued a guarding cultivator at the base of the mountain, and through a forced soul-searching ritual, obtained the information he needed. Upon learning that the Grand Master of Extreme Yin had not left and was currently at his residence, Han Li was greatly relieved. He then transformed the guard into a pile of ash and immediately headed straight for the peak's summit. The summit of the stone peak was vast and open, yet the buildings were few—besides a few isolated halls and pavilions, the rest of the area remained empty and desolate. It's no surprise that although there are many high-level cultivators on the island, there are almost no low-level cultivators below the Foundation Stage. Thus, when all the cultivators of the Xisheng Alliance are added together, their total number on the island amounts to no more than five or six hundred. Such a large contingent of cultivators at the Foundation Stage and above already constitutes a formidable force. Not to mention the several Yuan Yin cultivators who are currently stationed here as well. Han Li glanced at the building enveloped almost entirely in dark gray阴 qi, then coldly smiled. Suddenly, he raised his hand and slashed forward into the empty space before him. A massive blade formed from a purple flame descended, causing the surrounding阴 qi to surge and ripple, parting naturally to create a clear path. Without hesitation, Han Li twisted his body and surged forward as a streak of jade-green light, entering the hall at full speed. A piercing cry rang out, and the cultivator was instantly severed into seven or eight pieces, his spirit completely shattered by a flash of golden light, unable to escape. Han Li merely glanced at the remains with a composed expression. Clearly, this was a Jin Dan stage cultivator, likely a disciple of the Jiyin Master, based on the cultivation technique. With a flick of his finger, a crimson fire ball shot forth, releasing a scorching heat; the body dissolved into ashes in the flames. Han Li turned his gaze toward the staircase, his eyes flashing twice. To his surprise, the Jiyin Master had not yet been disturbed. He immediately extended his awareness, scanning the upper floor. A moment later, a slight expression of puzzlement appeared on his face. The upper floors were completely empty—no trace of any figures. It seemed as though the entire hall was left with only this Jin Dan cultivator. Had the Jiyin Master already departed from the hall, not staying at the residence? Han Li felt a growing sense of frustration. He ran a hand over his chin, showing a thoughtful expression. Suddenly, a flash of brilliance passed through his eyes as his spirit senses swept downward. In an instant, a smile spread across his lips. Without a word, he reached into his waist, producing a jade scepter in hues of red and yellow. With a gentle flick, a yellow light curtain enveloped Han Li, shielding him. Then, as his body twisted, he mysteriously vanished into the ground, leaving the main hall of the pavilion suddenly empty. When his feet settled upon a clean, well-kept stone staircase, he had already entered a descending passage, with black, smooth stone walls all around. Han Li scanned the surroundings with a calm, clear gaze, narrowed his eyes slightly, and extended his divine awareness downward, intent on exploring further along the passage. Yet immediately, a subtle movement formed at the corner of his brow, and he murmured a soft "Hm." Just as his awareness descended several dozen feet, it was instantly rebounded by an invisible force—clearly, a restriction spell had been cast beneath the passage to limit divine perception. Han Li found this unexpected, and a touch of curiosity stirred within him. After all, such a divine awareness-restriction array was not only intricate and labor-intensive but also costly—rarely laid out even by Yuan Ying cultivators. Here, in what should have been merely an interim dwelling for the old demon, such a meticulous and significant spell had been established. That was indeed unusual. With a sense of mild surprise, Han Li did not pause and continued drifting downward. The length of this stone staircase far exceeded Han Li's expectations, stretching downward for hundreds of zhang before seeming to reach an end—like an endless abyss. Han Li furrowed his brow, beginning to wonder. But as he drifted down a little further, a surge of vibrant spiritual energy suddenly washed over him. He was startled, his steps instinctively halting, and he came to a stop. Indeed, it was an exceptionally pure and refined spiritual energy, far surpassing that of ordinary top-tier spiritual veins. After taking a deep breath, Han Li's face changed several times before he suddenly shifted his stance, shooting backward several dozen zhang. Yet, only a few steps away, the spiritual energy at the several stone steps above vanished completely. "There's clearly something going on!" Han Li murmured, regaining his composure. Then, after scanning the surroundings, he raised his hand smoothly, without any prior indication, and with his five fingers firmly gripping the stone wall. A sharp gleam flashed at his fingertips. The black stones, like tofu, were instantly plunged into them by his five fingers, and a large chunk was then grasped and pulled out. Behind the black stone wall lay stones of a pale green hue. Han Li drew his hand back, lowered his gaze, and examined the large chunk of green stone now in his hands. It appeared no different from ordinary green stone. Han Li raised his eyebrows slightly and pressed his fingers firmly. Instantly, one corner of the stone crumbled, releasing a steady shower of fine stone dust. At the same moment, blue light flickered in his eyes as he activated the divine sight of the Qing-Ming Spiritual Vision. "What is this?" he finally noticed something unusual. Among the green stone dust, faint silver particles shimmered continuously—though this shimmer was only visible when Han Li infused his spiritual energy into his eyes. Although he could not yet identify the nature of these silver particles, he knew that the spiritual energy was likely confined within the stone peak precisely because of them. This also explains why the spirit stone mines on this island were never discovered by the ancient cultivators or the sea-dwelling beasts in the past. Having identified the cause, Han Li did not linger further and once again drifted downward along the stone steps. Based on his estimation, since such refined spiritual energy had already manifested, the location of Ji Yin should not be far off. Indeed, after descending only fifty or sixty zhang downward, a streak of white light appeared at a corner ahead, and faint human voices seemed to emanate from it. Was Ji Yin not alone? Han Li narrowed his eyes, slightly puzzled. Yet with his current capabilities, even if the figures inside were the famed Six Paths cultivators or Wan San Gu, he would not feel the slightest hesitation. Without ceremony, he flickered through the air and passed the corner. Before him now stood the entrance to a stone chamber, the stone door slightly ajar, revealing a soft glow of white light within. Han Li chuckled, then flicked his finger at the stone gate. Two thick golden beams crossed and flashed, and the gate silently split into four sections. With a slight shift in posture, Han Li materialized inside the stone chamber, his gaze sweeping across the room and landing on a figure at one corner. The immediately preceding master of extreme yin did not pause to think. With a swift shake of his sleeve, a surge of black magical energy erupted from the sleeve, coiling into a massive black serpent that rolled once and surged straight toward Han Li at a distance. Seeing this, Han Li chuckled, lifting his hand. A thunderous rumble echoed along his entire arm, and a thick layer of electric arcs shimmered forth, glowing brilliantly and dazzlingly! (First update!