"You're absolutely right," the young attendant agreed with a smile. "If Yin Luo Sect were not a major sect of the demonic path, then its patriarch wouldn't have come here at all." Han Li offered a quiet smile, then flipped his hand once, revealing a dark, round orb in his palm. He stared at it silently, pondering... Yet only a moment later, he suddenly slapped his storage bag, and a wooden box—not made of gold nor wood—was drawn out. With a single breath, the lid opened on its own. Inside lay another orb, similar in appearance, glowing a deep crimson, with several sealing talismans affixed to it. This was the very artifact Han Li had seized from Mo Jiu, the gray-robed monk, in the Xuan Yu Cave of Xiao Ji Palace. Han Li placed the black orb beside it in the box and examined it closely. At first glance, the black orb seemed dull and unremarkable, lacking any special luster. But upon closer inspection, one could see faint, ethereal gray-white runes shimmering subtly on the surface of the sphere. With a mere mental perception, it became evident that within the sphere, swirling masses of dark mist were constantly churning, as though containing an exceptionally potent and fearsome magical essence. Han Li gazed at the sphere for a while before finally shifting his gaze to another crimson orb, which likewise radiated an astonishing fire spirit energy. He stroked his chin, his expression one of thoughtful contemplation. "I never expected that in this human realm, back in ancient times, someone had already mastered the art of crafting the Lightning Shock Child. I wonder whether this technique was developed independently by your ancient cultivators, or whether it was secretly passed down from the Spirit Realm. If the former, then that's merely remarkable. But if the latter—well, then this person must have ulterior motives." Yet in his ears, the sound of the child's prolonged, deep sigh continued. "The Lightning Shock Child! Is this a Spirit Realm artifact? Yet just now, during the soul-searching, that person referred to it as the 'Destroying Immortal Pearl.' It seemed to have tremendous power—even a Cultivation Stage cultivator could not escape unharmed upon being struck by this pearl." Han Li was somewhat surprised. "The appearance differs slightly, but it is indeed the Lei Zhen Zi, no doubt. However, the two pearls you hold are rather coarse; in the Lei Zhen Zi series, they would be considered substandard, perhaps even inferior products. As for the Shu Xian Pearl, it is indeed a fitting name in the Human World." The child affirmed without hesitation. "Is this a tool used by cultivators in the Spiritual Realm?" Han Li asked, frowning slightly. "Cultivators certainly can use this item, but originally, it was designed for ordinary people. When it was first created, its purpose was to serve the common folk. Over time, it gradually came into the hands of cultivators as well. It is one of the rarer powerful artifacts in the Spiritual Realm that requires no exertion of spiritual energy at all, allowing ordinary people to operate it effortlessly. However, due to its difficult production process and its exceptionally strong power, only a few cultivators have managed to create it. Moreover, the method of crafting it is known to only a small number of people. Why do the immortals in the spiritual realm need to create such a thing?" Han Li immediately sensed the oddity in the question, growing curious. "The reasons are hard to explain in detail, but once you yourself ascend to the spiritual realm, everything will become clear." The child paused, speaking vaguely and indistinctly. Though Han Li was surprised, since the matter clearly involved the spiritual realm, it had little bearing on him at present. Thus, he said nothing further, closed the wooden chest, and securely stored the two spherical objects. Now that he held these two powerful treasures, it was undoubtedly a great advantage—perhaps even useful in the future. At that moment, the ghost-headed forms of the five demons had already subdued the Three Corpses, pinning them to the ground. Even with the corpse-ensouled practitioner at the mid-corporeal stage of cultivation moving with noticeably sluggish movements, the Three Corpses offered no resistance, merely being seized and devoured by the five demons, who greedily sucked out their pure corpse qi in great quantities. Witnessing this scene, Han Li naturally knew that the three corpses were destined to be devoured. Immediately, he spun his thoughts and began carefully contemplating how to infiltrate Yin Luo Sect. With his current abilities, as long as he understood the various seals guarding the sect's mountain gate, entering Yin Luo Sect would be a matter of ease, requiring almost no effort. Although the senior leadership of Yin Luo Sect had begun searching every corner of the sect and activating all its seals as soon as the first senior master was killed, no significant results were achieved—senior masters continued to fall one after another. This left the senior leadership in a state of constant fear, and eventually, several senior masters had to share rooms, staying close at hand to prevent further deterioration. Yet, unexpectedly, the senior masters dispatched to handle affairs outside the sect began to suffer similar fates. This caused the remaining Yuan-Infusion cultivators of Yin Luo Sect to grow both astonished and alarmed, yet they were powerless to act. Within just six months, half of the Yuan-Infusion senior masters had perished, with one such cultivator dying nearly every month. Combined with the disappearance of the sect's abbot, Yin Luo Sect's overall strength was drastically weakened. It was only after all senior masters were recalled to the sect and gathered together in one place that the crisis finally subsided. Only then could the senior leadership of Yin Luo finally catch their breath, overwhelmed by anxiety. Given the magnitude of the incident, despite Yin Luo Sect's relentless efforts to conceal it, the information inevitably seeped out. As a result, the other major sects, initially still holding back out of concern, could no longer contain their apprehension. They began sending large numbers of cultivators into Yin Luo's established territories, gradually eroding its influence. The remaining senior elders of Yin Luo Sect fought hard to mount a counteroffensive, but it was evident to anyone with a clear view that Yin Luo could not sustain this pressure for long. Indeed, as one of the Ten Great Sects of the Magian Path, Yin Luo had once enjoyed considerable prestige, yet it had accumulated numerous grievances with other cultivator sects over the years. Now, with its declining fortunes clearly visible, the number of sects eager to take advantage of its weakness was surely growing. All the sects bordering the Yin Luo Sect have become unusually active in recent times... In the sky above a desolate expanse, several cultivators have gathered on a patch of earth, standing clearly divided into two groups. In the center, two young disciples are directing a green flying sword and a red flying dagger in a vigorous contest. The two clash, weaving and flashing with each impact, producing a series of resonant thunderous sounds. The onlookers on either side are filled with excitement, occasionally exchanging excited murmurs. "Hmm, the Qingling Sword's power is indeed impressive—it seems as though Master Lin will win this match." A beautiful young girl, seeing the scene, smiled gracefully and turned to the other young man beside her. "Hmph, that's nothing. If it weren't for his lineage from the Lin family, how could he have already possessed a mid-tier spiritual artifact at the Qi Condensation stage? He's clearly gaining a significant advantage in combat. If I had a mid-tier spiritual artifact myself, I wouldn't have lost to him even in this preliminary match." Upon hearing this, the young man felt deeply uncomfortable, clearing his throat several times. Yet his voice was quite soft, as though he were afraid others might overhear. The girl, however, chuckled lightly, her youthful demeanor already hinting at a subtle charm. But before she could continue, the young man's eyes inadvertently swept upward, and suddenly, he gasped. "What's wrong?" the girl asked, her tone surprised and bright, and then turned to look as well. On the girl's lovely face, the same expression of astonishment now appeared. Lo and behold, at a distance, a strangely unusual figure had appeared. This figure was truly odd—though clearly a human man, he bore a pair of immense feathered wings that shimmered with steady pulses of pale blue and white electric light, yet remained utterly silent, producing not a single sound. The group of lower-ranked cultivators below failed to notice his presence at all. It was only when the young man had casually glanced in that direction that they became aware of him. The man himself, arms folded behind his back, paid no attention to the young woman and the others who were clearly close by. He simply turned his back and raised his head toward the distant horizon, as though gazing at something of great significance, though the surroundings were otherwise empty—save for a few scattered clouds. "What in the world is this? Could it be a high-level immortal beast?" The young woman, from a modest cultivation family, had read several texts and thus knew of the existence of transformed beasts. Her face instantly paled as she exclaimed in astonishment. "It's impossible. Though our Houzhou is a bit remote, we certainly wouldn't have a high-level immortal cultivator appearing in broad daylight. Most likely, it's one of our elder masters!" The young man, stunned as he was, managed to make a sound judgment with remarkable ease—truly no small feat. Strange indeed: though they were separated by such a distance, the winged man in the sky seemed to instantly catch their conversation, turning his head suddenly with a swift motion, "唰," and fixing his gaze upon them. Their eyes met right at that moment. Upon seeing the other's face clearly, the young couple were instantly struck with a wave of fear, their hearts pounding. It wasn't that the person looked particularly imposing—truthfully, aside from his exceptionally clear eyes, he appeared no different from an ordinary young man. What frightened them was that a dark, vertical eye had emerged in the young man's brow. This eye, with its lifeless, expressionless pupil, cast a chill that ran through them the moment they saw it. (First update!)