Han Li transformed into a streak of astonishing brilliance, with his clear destination now set on returning to the Great Jin Dynasty to secure the Gui Luo Fans from the Yin Luo Sect. Although he had not yet achieved the stage of Chi Shen, his cultivation had reached the peak of Yuan Ying Period, giving him greater confidence in this journey. As far as he remembered, after the demise of the Qian Elder Demon, the Yin Luo Sect had only one Yuan Ying Period cultivator left—the Sect Master himself. As long as he didn't recklessly engage in direct confrontation, securing the Gui Luo Fans should not prove difficult. This Sect Master had personally led a delegation to the southern lands during his early days, and according to Han Li, they harbored a deep personal grudge—specifically, a grievance involving the loss of his wife. Should he now have the opportunity to eliminate this adversary, it would be a dual benefit; otherwise, he might face endless troubles in the future. In the past, Han Li had indeed considered eliminating this rival, but at that time, he had not yet reached the late Yuan Ying stage, and even basic self-defense remained a challenge, making him hesitant to take any risks. Now that he has achieved great mastery, and wishes to seize the Gui Luo Fan, he naturally will not overlook this man. Otherwise, should he happen to be away from Luoyun Sect at some point, and this senior cultivator, driven suddenly mad by the desire to avenge the murder of his wife before his life span ends, secretly make his way to Luoyun Sect to launch a bloody campaign—wouldn't Nan Gong Wan and the others be in great danger? In his heart, Han Li thought thus, and his resolve to strike grew stronger. Though his attempt to attain Shen stage through the cold flame five demons fell short, and he was deeply disappointed, the presence of the Yuanmagnetic Divine Light as a backup had prevented him from being truly crushed. This journey to Dajin was not solely about seizing the Gui Luo Fan; he also had two other matters to attend to. Otherwise, once he fully mastered the Yuanmagnetic Divine Light, he would be effectively confined to one place, able to do nothing but cultivate it to its peak—unable to personally intervene in any other affairs. Naturally, he must act now, while still free, and prepare thoroughly in advance. Finding the solar essence fire and refining it into "returning-yang water" through the cold marrow is naturally the most crucial matter. As soon as one possesses returning-yang water, their lifespan effectively increases by a quarter—such a miraculous achievement would surely be invaluable to any cultivator, regardless of their rank. For a cultivator like Han Li, who already stands at the pinnacle of the human realm, the appeal is even more irresistible. Previously, through soul extraction from the Cold-Li Master of Xiao Ji Palace, he uncovered the trail of the solar mirror fire. Thus, all preparations are now complete, only awaiting the final breakthrough. As for the other matter, it is comparatively less significant—merely a convenient side endeavor. Success would be a fortunate outcome, but even failure would not have a substantial impact. This is the task of visiting the Tianji Pavilion to inquire of the Tianji Hall about the secret technique for crafting the rice-grain space. At the time of the grand auction in the capital, when he heard the general manager of Tianji Pavilion in the capital mention that spatial fissures could be refined into pebble-sized realms, he was struck with inspiration and immediately conceived the idea of transforming what he had observed—possibly the remnants of Lingli Garden—into his own personal realm. After all, as a Yuan Ying stage cultivator, most of them, beyond their clearly established abodes, maintained secret retreats of their own, some even possessing several such hidden sanctuaries, where they stored their treasured possessions to ensure a safety net in case of unforeseen circumstances. Yet Han Li, who had been consistently occupied with cultivation, had never previously given this matter much thought. Now, upon suddenly recalling it, it was not merely out of concern for a contingency plan that prompted him, but rather because he perceived that location as an ideal place for cultivating the Primordial Magnetic Light. If he could create his own rice-grain-sized space, connected to the outside world only through a single hidden teleportation array, then as long as he controlled that internal array, even a cultivator of the Immortal Stage who arrived at the location would be helpless—only able to watch and wait. Even if the enemy, in their fury, destroyed the outer teleportation array, he could easily re-tear open the space with his current abilities and emerge again, thus never fearing that his opponent would be trapped inside. Conversely, cultivators outside the space, though capable of tearing through space themselves, would be unable to locate the now-sealed rice-grain space if they lacked precise knowledge of the entry points. These insights were all painstakingly developed by Han Li through his own research. Of course, if that proved unfeasible, Han Li could always seek another secluded location for cultivation—though such an alternative would naturally offer far less stability than the rice-grain space. Nevertheless, the method of creating the rice-grain space was an original innovation from the Heaven's Mandate Pavilion, and securing it would likely prove quite troublesome. But after all, when a senior cultivator demanded something from any power, even if that power was extremely reluctant, it would surely make every effort to accommodate him. After all, no one would willingly create a rift with such a formidable adversary, even if the power was backed by a late Yuan-Ying stage cultivator. As for Tianji Pavilion still maintaining its original crafting method, it was probably because this secret technique was simply underwhelming—lacking the appeal to capture the interest of the major Buddhist and Taoist sects. Otherwise, he simply didn’t believe that a modest pavilion like Tianji could have preserved its most crucial secret techniques for so long. Naturally, he would need to employ some finesse in his approach. Han Li smiled coldly, silently thinking this, and then his light-form suddenly flickered several times, vanishing without a trace from the sky nearby. On a stone street gleaming with freshly washed rainwater, few pedestrians passed by. Those who did move swiftly, each holding a cloth umbrella, hurrying along without any intention to linger. A man in yellow robes suddenly stepped onto this street, walking with calm composure, as if strolling through the countryside. He slightly tilted his white oilcloth umbrella, which effectively shaded half his face, making it impossible to see his true features. Yet, from the slender, clean hand holding the umbrella, one could discern that he was in his prime years, clearly no ordinary poor citizen. Some passersby, noticing his unusual demeanor, glanced at him with curiosity, but he remained unmoved, continuing his unhurried pace. When he reached an unremarkable alley entrance, he changed direction and stepped inside with a sudden movement. Although the alley was deep and secluded, after walking only a few dozen steps, anyone could clearly see that it was a dead-end alley with no exits—on either side, there were no gates or doors, only towering walls several feet high, a place rarely visited by ordinary people. Yet an unusual scene unfolded: this yellow-robed figure seemed completely oblivious to the surroundings, simply walking steadily forward. Should the cultivator who uttered these words pass through this wall and proceed further through several layers of intricate seals, he or she would surely be utterly stunned. For behind these seals lies a towering jade gate, soaring over a hundred zhang and nearly reaching the heavens. Beyond the immense gate, a series of white jade staircases extend upward, suspended in mid-air, leading directly to a grand pavilion of lush green hue. Around the pavilion, a milky-white aura of spiritual mist swirls gently, with rare and precious spiritual birds circling leisurely in the sky, appearing blissfully at ease. On the ground, a profusion of rare flowers and herbs are planted, creating a scene indistinguishable from a heavenly realm. Yet, should one use their spiritual awareness to scan the surroundings, they would notice that although the area appears vast and hazy, it is actually a relatively compact enclosed space—only about ten li in width—while its height reaches several hundred zhang, making it astonishingly lofty. But without this, it would have been impossible to build such a remarkable celestial palace right here. At the great jade gate marking the entrance to the spatial portal, two rows of warriors in golden helmets and armor stand at either side, each towering two zhang tall, motionless, their faces expressionless. Among them, however, a bearded man dressed in armor sits calmly on a stone bench beside a pillar, engaged in a relaxed conversation with the man who has just entered under an umbrella. "No way," he says with a cheerful smile, "even if it's the most pressing matter in the world, we can't disturb the Master's audience right now. Otherwise, the Master will hold me accountable, and I, old Cao, shall be in serious trouble. Why don't you, Master Zhang, wait here for a while and chat with me a bit longer? These days, it's my turn to be on duty at the Hall of Celestial Secrets, and I've spent nearly half a year just sitting beside these lifeless statues—quite dull, I must say." This cultivator was at the late Jin Dan stage, yet here he was merely a gatekeeper—an indeed astonishing sight. However, upon hearing his words, it became clear that the massive warrior figures standing beside him were nothing more than mechanical puppets. Unless this man explained, these puppets appeared so lifelike that, by mere eye inspection, one could hardly distinguish them from real beings. "It's simple," a stranger's voice suddenly appeared above their heads, clear and distinct as if spoken directly into their ears. (Second update!)