After just a few dozen lightning balls were connected, his mana had been nearly depleted. Han Li's face grew pale. Though he possessed many divine abilities, only a few could truly withstand the heavenly calamity—such as the phoenix formed from the Spirit-Consuming Heavenly Fire, which, from the very beginning of the heavenly storm, immediately retreated into the core of his newly cultivated Yuan婴 (infant stage), completely unable to be summoned or controlled. The same fate befell the Five Sons of the Demon and the Spirit of the Cry, all of whom shrank under the pressure, appearing utterly helpless. As for the precious artifacts like the Eight Spirit Rulers and the Six Ding Heavenly Armor, they had already been destroyed during the spatial node phase, and otherwise would have served as excellent defenses against the heavenly calamity. Now, only a handful of fallback strategies remained—originally intended solely for survival—yet it now seemed clear that they could no longer be postponed. Yet, how could the minor heavenly calamity of the Spirit Realm be so formidable? If every such event were this devastating, how had the other Sheng Shen cultivators managed to successfully endure their own trials? He simply didn't believe that each and every one of them was far more capable than himself—there must surely be some secret technique or method to endure the celestial trials. Deeply frustrated, he regretted not having inquired earlier about the specifics of the minor heavenly calamities, especially concerning the small heavenly calamities, before making any decisions. Han Li naturally had no idea that the celestial trials he had endured had far surpassed the scope of mere minor trials. It was precisely because he possessed several miraculous, nature-defying powers and also carried two top-tier treasures—the Xutian Ding and the Yuanmagnet Mountain—that an ordinary Shenshen cultivator would have perished instantly, unable to withstand the first wave of lightning arcs. Now, taking a deep breath, a faint glow of blood began to shimmer subtly on his body, as though something was about to rise from within. At this very moment, several miles away from where Han Li was enduring his trials, a ripple of spatial disturbance surged, and a brilliant aura descended. A luminous, milky-white array of light emerged in the void, spanning over ten zhang in size. The characters within the array shimmered and glowed with vivid, radiant light. Although Han Li had to devote most of his mental focus to withstanding the heavenly calamity, this strange occurrence could not go unnoticed by his divine awareness. A sudden sense of alertness surged through him, and the blood-like glow that had just begun to manifest on his body instantly faded. At the same time, he continued to use his Yuanmagnetic Divine Light to repel the thunder orbs, while turning his head coldly to gaze in the direction of the anomaly. It was now clear why Han Li had been so cautious—this was precisely the critical moment for him to endure the heavenly calamity, and the sudden appearance of an unfamiliar, mysterious object nearby naturally heightened his vigilance. Yet this light array seemed strangely familiar, as if it were... Han Li's divine awareness swept over the array, and he murmured in surprise. The milky-white array emitted a low hum, then flashed with a bright white light, and an elegant, square golden vessel materialized inexplicably within the array. The vessel appeared to be forged entirely of pure gold, exquisitely crafted, yet densely covered with fine, pale silver glyphs. Upon closely examining these glyphs, Han Li's expression immediately changed. "Silver Koi Script!" It was precisely this celestial script from The entire golden boat was five or six zhang in size, its surface entirely inscribed with spiritual characters and incantations. Remarkably, the massive luminous array at its core was a floating teleportation array. A cultivator at the Liangxi stage! And one of them is even at the Liangxi Mid-stage! How could such a cultivator appear here, especially at the very moment when I am undergoing my celestial calamity? Could this be specifically aimed at me? Han Li stared intently at the two figures, his expression growing increasingly displeased. The yellow-robed cultivators and others in the distance naturally noticed the sudden appearance of the golden vessel and the two golden-armored cultivators. The Dan-stage cultivators were utterly confused, unsure of what had transpired. However, upon seeing this scene, Huo, the elder, instantly went pale as if encountering ghosts, and immediately exclaimed: "Golden Vessel! Celestial Deep Guard!" His voice became sharp and piercing. "Celestial Deep Guard! Are they from the Celestial Deep City?" The yellow-robed cultivator, upon hearing this, also turned pale, his face filled with disbelief. "No doubt about it. I remember now." This person truly faced a minor heaven's calamity, yet he was a rare case among those who flew to the heavens from the mortal realm, having never taken the Miechen Pill to purify and refine his body. Thus, the life-threatening dual-colored lightning calamity that arose was particularly severe. The Tianyuan Guards must have sensed the disturbance of this heavenly calamity and thus dispatched reinforcements directly to relieve the situation. Yet it was odd—why had the Tianyuan Guards happened to pass through this very location at just the right moment? The old fire-wielder stared straight at the golden boat, his expression puzzled, murmuring in bewilderment. The yellow-robed cultivators and others had already been struck by awe upon seeing the arrival of the Tianyuan Guards, so they could hardly respond. Everything seemed to confirm the old fire-wielder's words. As soon as the two Lingxu cultivators on the golden boat appeared, they immediately turned their gaze toward Han Li, who was enduring the calamity, and the cascading lightning spheres descending from above. Seeing that Han Li still held firm, both cultivators expressed a subtle sense of astonishment. But immediately, one hand was raised, and suddenly a purple scroll shot forth from his grasp. As the scroll took flight, a tremendous thunderclap echoed, revealing a towering luminous figure ten zhang tall, enveloped in swirling purple lightning. This giant figure stood with arms folded, his upper body radiating intense fury, though his face remained blurred—only vaguely discernible as a bearded man. At the same time, another golden-armored cultivator launched two scrolls of azure and golden hue. As they left his hands, a series of thunderous glimmers unfolded, transforming them instantly into a towering spear of jade-green light and a golden hammer. Both objects were wrapped in vivid electric blue light and golden lightning arcs, radiating an overwhelming and impressive spiritual pressure—clearly no ordinary items. The golden-armored cultivator then cast a series of intricate hand seals, channeling them into the floating luminous figure. Instantly, the giant reached out with both hands, grasping the green spear and the golden hammer. The two objects instantly transformed into streams of spiritual light, merging seamlessly into the giant’s hands and reappearing in their original forms. At that moment, another cultivator uttered a clear and resonant incantation, as if preparing to cast a spell in coordination with his companion. The giant lifted his head, emitting a roar reminiscent of a dragon's cry. Then, he raised one hand, aiming the jade spear precisely at Han Li's position, while suddenly lifting his golden hammer and striking it forcefully against the back of the spear. A tremendous boom echoed through the air, as purple electric arcs surged across the giant's body, and both the golden hammer and the jade spear glowed with brilliant electric light. A thunderous crack followed, and a vibrant arc of purple, green, and golden hues surged forth from the tip of the spear—initially delicate and thread-like—but swiftly thickened and lengthened, swelling into a massive entity several times its original size, stretching out to hundreds of feet in length and several tens of feet in width. It swayed and spiraled in the air like a true three-colored dragon, its brilliant radiance illuminating half the sky. Just as everyone was stunned into silence, the immense arc vanished in a flash and instantly reappeared, hovering above Han Li's head. A crackling sound of electric arcs, brilliant tricolor light, sent a sudden weight pressing down on Han Li's heart, quickening his breath. Yet immediately, he exhaled a deep sigh of relief. For the massive arcs slightly warped and then plunged into the towering clouds above. Soon, a continuous crackling ensued, with flashes of various electric lights dancing wildly within the clouds, causing the previously descending thunderballs to grow increasingly sparse. Though Han Li still didn't realize that these two had been actively aiding him through his celestial trial, he was both surprised and delighted by the turn of events—there was no way he could refuse such a blessing. Without further hesitation, he sank his body, descending steadily. The atmosphere within the storm clouds now felt overwhelmingly perilous, and he decided it was wise to step back and maintain some distance. His intuition proved spot-on. As soon as he had pulled himself to a definite distance from the thundercloud, the massive electric dragon within the cloud reappeared and then shattered into fragments, with countless arcs of tri-color lightning bursting and leaping through the cloud. The thunder roared so loudly it was deafening, and within moments, the seemingly impenetrable thundercloud began to thin and dissipate—by the time a few breaths had passed, streaks of sunlight had pierced through the dark masses. Thus, the minor heavenly calamity had been decisively overcome. Yet, Han Li did not immediately smile with relief. After gathering the Yuanmagnetic Light and the Yuanmagnetic Mountain, he remained composed, gazing silently toward one side. There, the golden boat approached steadily and unhurriedly, its two golden-armored cultivators clearly visible. Han Li's brow furrowed slightly, sensing an impending major trouble. Yet, he stayed perfectly still, motionless, simply waiting. The golden boat, though appearing slow, actually moved swiftly, arriving silently at Han Li's side within just a few breaths. The two golden-robed cultivators on the boat carefully observed Han Li. "A cultivator from the lower realm? That's unusual—how could a cultivator at the initial stage of Huashen stage ascend to this realm? Nevertheless, it's fortunate for you that we've encountered you. From now on, you'll be joining us." The white-faced cultivator, in his thirties, finally spoke, his tone neither cold nor warm. "What do you mean by that? Where are you taking me?" Han Li was startled upon hearing the cultivator immediately identify his origin from the lower realm, yet he calmly asked the question on the surface. "What do you mean? You must have encountered difficulties during your ascension. You didn't appear on the Flying Spirit Platform, nor did you serve in the Tianyuan City—clearly, you were caught in a spatial storm, swept into a spatial rift during your ascension." The white-faced cultivator gave a slight smile and spoke softly. "The Flying Spirit Platform!" Han Li found himself somewhat confused, his face showing a touch of surprise. "Indeed, our spiritual realm corresponds to thousands of lower realms, each of which has a dedicated Flying Spirit Pavilion. Whenever a cultivator ascends to the spiritual realm, they are immediately transported to Tianyuan City. It is rare, though not unheard of, for a cultivator—like yourself—to encounter unforeseen circumstances during the ascension process and end up in a different location. However, those who have not taken the Mochen Pill generally perish during their first two-color lightning calamity. The fact that you happened to meet us here, whom we have personally handled cases in this very place, truly speaks to your good fortune." The elder cultivator smiled lightly and added a few explanatory remarks.