Since the ancient battle against the demons, the Outer Valley has gradually opened itself to ordinary cultivators over the years. However, as more and more cultivators come to search for treasures, the valley's rare minerals, elixirs, and spiritual trees and plants have been swiftly depleted. Only in the most secluded, yet undiscovered corners might one occasionally find something worthwhile—this entirely depends on individual luck. As a result, the number of cultivators seeking treasures has steadily declined, and today the Outer Valley is no longer much different from ordinary spiritual mountains or lands. It now sees only a few low-level cultivators arriving from time to time, hoping for a chance. In contrast, the Inner Valley of the Fallen Demon Valley has grown increasingly renowned. Its protective seals have remained unweakened over the decades, and the spatial fissures within still abound. Moreover, over the past two or three centuries, a peculiar milky-white mist has mysteriously lingered continuously throughout the valley. Though this mist does not actively harm cultivators, anyone who enters it immediately feels dizzy and has their consciousness severely restricted. As they delve deeper, they soon lose their sense of direction entirely. This phenomenon once caused a great stir across the southern heavens. Many cultivators believed it to be a celestial omen—a rare sign triggered by the emergence of a special treasure within the valley. Yet, no matter how valuable the treasure, no one would risk their own lives for it. Most high-level cultivators hesitated, unwilling to rashly venture into the inner valley. However, soon afterward, several Yuan-Infant-level independent cultivators, driven by ambition and equipped with several artifacts capable of dispelling the mist, managed to team up and enter the inner valley together. For years, they remained trapped within the mist, their precious items losing all effectiveness. Eventually, through sheer luck and random wandering, they managed to stumble out, exhausted and disheveled. Subsequently, several more cultivators who claimed to possess extraordinary abilities entered the inner valley, but their fates were even more tragic—some perished directly within the mist, crushed by spatial fissures, while others were trapped for much longer periods. The longest-surviving among them remained in the mist for as long as fifty to sixty years. Had it not been for the abundant qi within the valley, which could be drawn upon at any time to replenish their spiritual energy, none of them would have managed to survive and leave. As these incidents spread, other Yuan-Stage cultivators were left astonished and no longer dared to speak of attempting an entry into the valley. Thus, the inner valley once again became a sacred, almost forbidden ground in the southern realm of cultivation, with few visitors lingering near the valley's entrance. Over time, as years passed, the southern cultivators gradually grew accustomed to the valley's mist. Some newcomers even came to believe that the white vapor permeating the valley was a natural, inherent feature of the ZuiMo Valley, and no longer questioned its origin. No one knew that deep within a secluded valley nestled in the mountains, there stood a small pavilion entirely crafted from fine jade, rising naturally among the valley's landscape. Beside it, there was a seemingly ordinary herb garden, only about a hundred paces in extent. Within this garden grew countless rare and precious medicinal herbs that stirred great admiration and enthusiasm among external cultivators. These herbs, aged from several hundred to over a thousand years, exuded a fragrant, alluring aroma. A series of intricate and mysterious seals had been established around the small valley, so that even a Yuan婴-level cultivator would find it extremely difficult to escape once entering. At the very center of the herb garden stood a simple stone pavilion, its interior empty—save for a single mat—nothing else remained. On that mat, a tall figure sat motionless, as if carved from stone. After an indeterminate length of time, the figure stirred, rose to his feet, and slowly stepped out of the pavilion. Beyond a stone gate, under the soft sunlight, the man's face was clearly visible—this was indeed "Han Li," yet his expression was lifeless, devoid of any emotion. "Han Li" took steady steps toward a corner of the herb garden, reached down, and plucked a small green bottle from the soil. Then he walked to another part of the garden, stopped before a particularly lush vine, and gently dripped a drop of the green liquid at the base of the vine. Witnessing the liquid being swiftly absorbed by the vine, he turned without hesitation, buried the small bottle back where it had been, and then strolled slowly back to the stone pavilion, as if preparing to sit and meditate once more. Yet at that moment, "Han Li" suddenly paused, flicked his sleeve, and a white-glowing scroll floated out on its own, landing in his hands. He bowed slightly and examined it closely. The scroll displayed ever-changing dark green characters, as though someone was quietly transmitting a message. Han Li instantly rose into the air, transforming into a streak of emerald light and shooting out of the herb garden toward a hidden corner of the valley. When his glow faded and he landed, a small teleportation array appeared beneath him, measuring several zhang in size. Han Li stood there silently, speechless. A moment later, the array activated on its own, flashing with luminous light, and a pale green human figure emerged. As the figure took a single step from the array, the other Han Li suddenly appeared before him. "These years, thank you for your dedication," the newly appeared Han Li said, smiling at the person before him, who bore an identical appearance. "Without your daily deliveries of spiritual herbs, I might not have reached the peak of my Stage of Initial Divine Spirit cultivation so swiftly." "I am you, and you are me—what difference does it make?" the first Han Li replied calmly, his expression unchanged. He was, in fact, a human puppet controlled by the second immortal embryo. The one who appeared next was the true Han Li himself, just emerging from his seclusion within the Jiazi Space. It had now been three hundred years since Han Li left Luoyun Sect. After taking Nangong Wan and her party away from Luoyun Sect, he used an ancient teleportation array to transport them to the Luanxing Sea, then settled them on a remote island with a strong spiritual pulse. He himself returned to the Tiannan Zui Mo Valley, where he began to establish and enter the Jiazi Space to cultivate the Yuanmagnetic Divine Light. Before entering the Jiazi Space, he released the Tianji Mansion, storing the Jin-Feeding Insects and other spiritual creatures within it, and built a medicinal garden, transplanting the Xuan Tian Immortal Vines and Long Scale Fruit Trees he had brought from the Zi-Mu Peak. Finally, he left behind a human-shaped automaton, entrusting the mysterious young disciple to manage all these affairs. Still, he remained somewhat uneasy, fearing that some cultivator might intrude upon the inner valley and discover his presence. It took nearly a year to set up an immense ancient magical array, releasing a mist that disrupted the cultivators' consciousness and their five senses, enveloping most of the inner valley. After completing all this, he issued several commands to his second immaterial embryo and then entered the grain-space through the teleportation array. Before beginning his cultivation, Han Li specially refined the inner essence of the Golden Dragon King, as instructed by the child, transforming it into a golden elemental spirit root, thus feeling at ease to start cultivating the Yuanmagnetic Light. Neither Han Li nor the child had anticipated that this seemingly incidental action would precisely resolve the critical flaw in the cultivation of the Yuanmagnetic Light—quite a stroke of luck for Han Li. Otherwise, he would have wasted over a hundred years discovering the anomaly. Even then, should he have to restart his cultivation, the drawbacks would have been immense. Even so, Han Li's journey of cultivating through the Yuanmagnetic Mountain was far from smooth. The earlier layers were manageable, thanks to the support from Yuanmagnetic Mountain, which allowed his cultivation to progress swiftly. However, as he reached the later stages, he began encountering frequent bottlenecks and even several near-misses of fire entering his body and spiritual collapse, severely depleting his vital energy. Had it not been for his vast supply of medicinal herbs and the small vials that accelerated ripening, his cultivation level would have significantly declined. The most painful challenge, however, was the integration of his own Five Elements energy with the Yuanmagnetic Mountain's Yuanmagnetic force. For decades, he was completely unable to leave the mountain, and the hardships he endured remained largely unknown to others. It was only due to Han Li's exceptional mental resolve and perseverance that he managed to continue his cultivation. After enduring over two centuries of arduous practice within the Chi-Container space, he finally perfected his cultivation technique and fully integrated Yuanmagnetic Mountain into his body, transforming it into a treasured asset. From that point on, the subsequent developments proceeded smoothly. Han Li found the right moment, took several spiritual elixirs, including the "Moguan Pill," and, with the aid of premium spiritual stones and five types of extreme cold flames, successfully broke through to the initial stage of Huashen cultivation, becoming a Huashen cultivator. Once he achieved Huashen stage, he could initially harness the fundamental qi of heaven and earth, summon winds and rain, and his divine powers were nearly indistinguishable from those of the legendary immortals described in secular tales—truly a leap to the heavens! Han Li was overjoyed and immediately departed from the Falls of the Demon Valley to visit the Luanxing Sea. He discovered that Nan Gong Wan and her disciples were all safe and sound, and that the disciples had even established a substantial presence in the Luanxing Sea, directly controlling more than a dozen island settlements of varying sizes. Han Li showed no particular opinion on this development, maintaining a neutral and composed demeanor. Upon hearing of Han Li's attainment as a Huashen cultivator, Nan Gong Wan and her disciples were naturally overjoyed and celebrated enthusiastically. At this point, Nan Gong Wan, supported by the numerous pills and remedies bestowed upon her by him, had already advanced to the late stage of cultivation, diligently refining her abilities in hopes of achieving full mastery at that stage and making a breakthrough. Meanwhile, Shi Jian, with truly outstanding potential, had successfully condensed his Yuan Shen after several centuries, a development that filled Han Li with great satisfaction. However, during this period, an unfortunate incident occurred: after years of close companionship, Mu Pei Ling, nearing the end of her lifespan, urgently sought to break through her Yuan Shen stage. During her seclusion, however, her inner composure momentarily weakened, allowing her heart demon to exploit the vulnerability, resulting in a reversal of her spiritual energy and her eventual demise. Upon hearing the news, Han Li was momentarily stunned and felt a deep sense of sorrow. When Mu Pei Ling first attempted to form her Yuan Shen, he had also gifted her a variety of supporting elixirs, including the Ji Qu Ling Shan Pills, yet she still failed to fully condense her Yuan Shen—this clearly seemed to be a matter of fate. As his official concubine, Han Li personally paid his respects at her tomb. Thereafter, Han Li settled on the island, accompanying Nan Gong Wan for over a decade before finally leaving the island once more and returning to Tiannan to resume his cultivation. (First update!)