Wind Xi glanced at this scene at a glance. Even if Han Li launched another attack against him, let alone these fifteen six-winged frost serpents—each having grown a second pair of wings—rising around him—none of them could possibly be handled by him. With his decision made, Wind Xi immediately began chanting with both hands. His upper body soon turned a vivid, pulsing red, and with a series of sharp hissing sounds, countless blood threads erupted from his skin, forming dense plumes of blood mist that swiftly began to engulf his form. At the same time, the blood mist was instantly absorbed by the dual wings behind the creature, transforming them into a deep crimson hue. Then, the creature deeply inhaled, moved its wings, and prepared to activate its secret technique, aiming to surge away. But just then, a beautiful Buddhist chant resonated from beneath his feet, and a powerful suction force suddenly enveloped him. The creature felt his body instantly tightened, completely immobile, and his internal magical energy also became rigid, losing all control. At this moment, Feng Xi was suddenly terrified to discover that a silver lotus, about a foot in size, had sprung up beneath his feet at an unknown time, slowly unfurling itself, with a seven-colored Buddhist light gently enveloping him. The spirit of the beast grew greatly alarmed, urgently activating his spell to break free. However, the twelve snow-white centipedes, who had been patiently waiting around him for a long time, seized the opportunity and immediately surged forward, spewing out waves of cold breath that swept upon him. A thick, white mist poured down, instantly engulfing the blood mist, and soon, Feng Xi's cries of pain could be heard within. Far off, Han Li remained calm, idly playing with his Baoling Staff, never once looking up. It seemed as though everything was entirely under his control. At this moment, the voice of Jin Jiao Wang, deep within the flames, suddenly ceased abruptly. Han Li raised an eyebrow, and instinctively looked toward that direction. A tremendous roar suddenly erupted at the heart of the inferno, and flames instantly burst outward in all directions. Then, with a sharp "whoosh," something shot forth from among the flames, moving with astonishing speed. Han Li's face darkened, and as a rumbling thunder echoed behind him, he vanished into thin air. The Color-Bone Dragon蛟 immediately sensed the arrival of the Five Evils, and as soon as it moved, it transformed into a streak of golden light, shooting forward and then vanishing abruptly into the space ahead. At the same time, a beam of golden light, stretching nearly ten paces, shot down from the heavens, flashing once and cleaving the bone dragon in two right down the middle. A surge of green flame burst forth from the dragon's remains, fleeing wildly as if in panic. However, Han Li, who had been prepared, extended his hand and, with a single gesture, summoned a large, vividly green hand that materialized in mid-air, instantly capturing the green flame before it could escape. With a flash of light, Han Li arrived at the scene. He then waved his sleeve, and a small green vial floated out. The vial spun once in the air, and from its mouth, a veil of black mist erupted. Han Li loosened his five fingers, and the mist immediately swept the green flame into the vial, drawing it inside. He then raised his hand to grasp the vial in his own, and with a glance of his spirit, a satisfied expression appeared on his face. The essence of a ten-tiered beast—a rare treasure indeed. After securing the vial, he looked at the golden orb and the dragon's body, and without hesitation, drew both of them into his grasp. He needn’t have guessed—it was clear that the spherical jade essence was precisely the primary objective of his journey. As for the golden bone-marrow remains of the golden bone-jade dragon, that held greater significance. He had witnessed the scene in the fire sea with clear sight. The golden dragon king, bound by chains transformed into fire spirit silk and simultaneously bitten by five demons, was utterly unable to free himself. Yet, this creature had mastered some unknown technique, enabling it to burst open its flesh and blood, thus shattering the fire ropes and pushing the five demons aside. With its spirit guiding a compact, intact skeletal frame, it managed to escape. Consequently, the golden dragon king now possessed two bodies. It was surely not surprising that, after such an unexpected escape, it could then rebuild its flesh and blood upon this skeletal form. Indeed, considering that the dragon king was a top-tier cultivator of the tenth rank and held such a distinguished reputation, his sudden and effortless defeat was far from unusual. Han Li possessed two immortal treasures, bolstered further by the five demons, making most great cultivators appear no more than sturdy men compared to infants. The Golden Dragon King, though exceptionally strong among ordinary beasts, found himself unable to breach the defense formed by the Eight-Spirit Rod, which proved remarkably adept at warding off attacks. When confronted additionally with the Fire Spirit Thread—a celebrated treasure even within the spiritual realm—and the five demons, who directly devoured the vital essences of humans and immortals—his formidable powers remained untapped as he was unexpectedly subdued. Han Li examined the golden skeletal remains with curiosity, hesitated briefly, and then placed both the skeleton and a captured spirit pearl into his storage pouch. After the Eight-Spirit Rod had stabilized the wind spirit, veiled in a faint, milky cold aura, it was no surprise that the wind spirit was swiftly encased in a block of transparent ice, sprayed with the cold breath of twelve six-winged frost serpents. Han Li gazed afar at the once-fearsome adversary who had once intimidated him like a lion, shaking his head slightly. With a distant flick of his spirit sense, the several flying swords circling nearby instantly transformed into streaks of golden light, swiftly circling the massive ice. Instantly, the wind spirit Feng Xi and the surrounding ice blocks were severed into seven or eight fragments. A green, ethereal spirit hurriedly burst forth from the wreckage, scrambling desperately toward a certain direction—only to be caught mid-flight by a four-winged white centipede, which opened its mouth and swallowed it whole, turning it into a meal for the creature. The last mentioned technique—this method of transplantation, which might also prove highly beneficial for other rare trees—left Han Li exceedingly delighted. From the Golden Dragon King's storage bag, he also obtained a fascinating scripture titled "Bone-Refining Technique," which enables both humans and immortals to refine their bones as if crafting a divine artifact, thereby greatly strengthening their physical bodies. Unfortunately, the cultivation of this scripture requires considerable time, and Han Li currently has no spare moments to devote to it, so he simply placed the jade scroll into the storage bag. After securing the Five Demons and the spiritual insects, he immediately transformed into a streak of azure light and plunged directly into the nearby sea floor. Given the remarkable nature of the Dragon Scale Fruit, he naturally did not wish to miss it. Eventually, after overcoming several seals within a submerged cavern near the island, he successfully located the fruit tree. Fortunately, Feng Xi, the spirit creature who had come this time, specifically sought to transplant this rare tree, and all the necessary materials were already present in the storage bag. Han Li naturally made no hesitation in borrowing the method recorded in the immortal texts for transplantation, placing the spirit tree, now shrunk in size, temporarily into his storage scroll. After a meal's time, a streak of jade-green light burst through the sea surface, flickered several times, and then vanished at the horizon. When Han Li arrived back at Tiannan via the teleportation array, it had already been more than half a year. Upon his return to Yunmeng Mountain, weary and dusty, he suddenly gathered Nan Gong Wan, several of his disciples, and senior elders such as Lü Luo, to meet in secret and discuss something important. It wasn't until several days later that they finally dispersed. Everyone's expressions were now serious, as though Han Li had revealed something momentous. Soon afterward, some disciples of Luoyun Sect noticed that the sect had begun collecting rare medicinal herbs and rare plants in large quantities, without regard for cost, and that senior cultivators were frequently gathering to discuss matters in earnest. Not long after, the entire southern realm of cultivation became aware of the news. Master Han Li, the senior elder of Luoyun Sect, acquired a rare technique during his last journey outside the sect that aids in overcoming the crucial stage of transcending to the Shen stage. However, this technique is unusual—it requires access to a specific, unique sacred site for cultivation. Therefore, Master Han intends to remain away from Luoyun Sect for several hundred years, closing himself off in a life-and-death meditation to fully master the technique. Unless Luoyun Sect faces a crisis of survival, he will not leave the sacred site again. While other sects have long eyed the Luoyun Sect with keen interest, they have naturally remained cautious due to Han Li's reputation, unable to take any decisive action and merely watching helplessly. Year after year, decade after decade, Han Li—the foremost cultivator of the southern heavens—has remained silent, never making a public appearance again in the southern realm of cultivation. Over time, his name has gradually fallen out of frequent mention in Luoyun Sect, the Yunmeng Mountain range, and throughout the southern lands. At some point, the Grand Master of Luoyun Sect became a legend, and the position remained vacant for a millennium before a new Grand Master was finally appointed.