This object is round, resembling a strange, silken cocoon, radiating a deep, dark glow. The specter has a single horn on its head, three eyes, and an intimidating appearance. This cocoon is indeed the transformation of the Ti-Hun Beast. Once, during its transcendental evolution, the Ti-Hun Beast had also taken on this form of a dark cocoon. The grim spirit patterns appearing on the cocoon match exactly those on the beast's back. Han Li gazed at the cocoon, stroked his chin, and smiled with quiet delight. On the day of the spellcasting, when he was transported into the Yin-Hun realm, he immediately sensed the thick, pervasive aura of negative energy. Soon, countless fierce spirits coalesced and materialized, advancing under the leadership of a towering ghost king. Upon seeing this, Han Li instantly summoned the Ti-Hun Beast. With the beast's innate ability to consume souls, as soon as it exhaled a radiant aura from its nostrils, ordinary spirits lost all resistance and were effortlessly swallowed whole. Only that ghost king proved particularly troublesome, his body refined to a tangible substance, resisting the initial assault of the Ti-Hun beast's radiance. However, after Han Li unexpectedly used his Wind-Thunder Wings to dart behind the ghost and struck it with a divine, purifying lightning bolt, the situation changed dramatically. The ghost, wounded, could no longer maintain its secret technique to solidify its essence, and ultimately, during the struggle with Han Li, was absorbed by the Ti-Hun beast at a single breath. With so many formidable spirits drawn into its body at once, and then one more ghost king—of a level comparable to a Huashen cultivator—absorbed, the Ti-Hun beast immediately surpassed its evolutionary bottleneck, transforming into a black cocoon on the spot. Fortunately, Han Li had witnessed this very phenomenon during the beast's previous advancement, so though surprised, he remained calm and composed. He did not bother to eliminate all the spirits, but instead used his Break-All-Things Eye to forcibly pierce and rupture the space, and then swiftly carried the cocoon with him. Now that the colossal cocoon transformed by the Spirit Soul has been moved into the Beast Hall, all that remains is to simply wait patiently, as was done during the last evolution. After gazing at this marvel once more, Han Li departed the room and made a circuit through the herb garden. The various immortal herbs—such as the Nine-Curve Ginseng and the Dragon-Scale Fruit Trees—are rare even within the Immortal Realm, and thus Han Li must proceed with utmost care and caution. The only exception is the Pyronian Immortal Vine that he had nurtured with great care. When this vine first bloomed and bore fruit on the Human Realm, Han Li harvested the fruits, after which the entire vine withered and turned to ash. Even more astonishingly, several sections of its roots, previously severed from the Primordial Immortal Vine, also withered and vanished at the same time. This completely dashed his hopes of reusing the immortal wood. Han Li believes not only have all the Pyronian root sections in his possession been destroyed, but the others held by others will likewise vanish. It seems that the celestial laws governing a realm are inherently unique and irreplaceable. It is absolutely impossible for two perfectly identical Tianxian Immortal Vine specimens to exist simultaneously within the same realm, nor can two identical or nearly identical celestial laws coexist in a single world. Even the great cultivators of the Spirit Realm—those who have attained stages such as Huashen or Lianxu—can only slightly conform to the laws, making use of the celestial and elemental qi of the next realm. To truly master and command the laws, one would likely have to be a nearly perfected cultivator on the verge of undergoing the Great Transformation, or perhaps a truly celestial being of immense power. Such mastery is indeed rare. This clearly demonstrates the extraordinary, transcendent nature of Tianxian treasures. Thinking of the countless centuries he has devoted to finally obtaining such a celestial treasure, Han Li feels a surge of warmth within him. Since acquiring this transcendent artifact, he has been constantly preoccupied with his ascension and the loss of his cultivation power, leaving little time to thoroughly study it. Now, with several more years before he returns to Tianyuan City to report, he has ample time to begin a more detailed examination of the Tianxian Immortal Vine's fruit. Thus, after setting up all the necessary seals outside the pavilion, Han Li stepped into the inner chamber and settled cross-legged upon a green reed mat. He flipped his hand, and a white jade box appeared in his grasp. On the surface of the box, seven or eight seals were densely pasted, glowing with various hues of spiritual light. After a moment's hesitation, Han Li peeled off the seals and slowly opened the lid. Inside, a slender object about an inch long, shimmering with a pale glow, lay revealed. He extended his hand, grasped it from the box, placed it before him for close inspection, and gently traced it with his fingers. The object was slightly elongated and flat, with a perfectly smooth surface, a faint yellow hue, yet slightly blunt at one end and sharply flat at the other—resembling a small, flat wooden rod. Yet, in total, it was only half a shi long! Yet on the surface of this rod, there spread a series of unfamiliar, dark green patterns—appearing neither quite like gold nor like wood, with a subtle elasticity when touched and a slightly cool, refreshing sensation. This peculiar rod was the fruit harvested from the Xuan Tian Xian Sheng vine that韩立 had obtained. According to the humanoid automaton responsible for cultivating it, the fruit originally appeared quite different—round and glowing with a pale light—but after years of being nurtured with green liquid, it had somehow transformed into its current form. When韩立 first encountered this strange object, he found himself at a loss. Upon initially receiving it, he had briefly handled it, though only for a short time; still, its unusual qualities left him marveling. However, at the time, he was preoccupied with his ascension matters and did not pursue further study. After a moment of thoughtful reflection,韩立 lifted the object in one hand and extended a finger from the other, sending a flash of azure spiritual light to gently touch the surface of the rod. A shimmering azure light trembled, as if encountering some kind of seal, and then burst into fragments with a sharp "crack," unable to penetrate the surface at all. Han Li raised a brow, his expression conveying the expected result. This heavenly spiritual artifact had always resisted the infusion of spiritual energy—no matter what kind of energy was applied, it could not be absorbed. After a moment of thoughtful contemplation, Han Li lifted his brow and, with a sudden surge of golden light radiating from his palms, clenched his fingers tightly. To his surprise, his five fingers easily deformed the object in his grasp, pressing deeply into it as if it were a soft dough. Yet when he released his fingers, the "small rod" instantly returned to its original shape. Its elasticity was nothing short of astonishing. Han Li briefly drew his lips, then suddenly opened his mouth, expelling a slender thread of golden silk that spiraled around the object in his hands before returning to his mouth. The "staff" showed not a single trace, as though the silken threads formed by the Qingzhu Fengyun sword had merely been a mere illusion. Han Li was genuinely moved by this. Yet, without hesitation, he flicked his finger, and a thunderclap followed—sending a golden arc of lightning striking the "staff." With a soft "pff" sound, the arc rebounded and burst into splinters, exploding against a corner of the chamber. The thunderous rumble caused the entire stone room to tremble slightly. Han Li furrowed his brows, but immediately, with his other hand, reached out into the air without touching it. A solid "thump," and a silver orb of fire, the size of an egg, materialized in his palm. Han Li then tossed the "staff" straight into the fire orb without hesitation. And yet, yet again, the very thing that had been troubling him now manifested itself! As soon as the "staff" entered the fire orb, the vigorously burning flame suddenly surged and shattered into scattered silver sparks, which then coalesced again several zhang away, forming once more the spirit-devouring phoenix of flame. Just as this fire bird appeared, it fixed its gaze firmly on the Xuan Tian relics, its eyes filled with fear, and emitted rapid, urgent calls, clearly terrified. Han Li's forehead furrowed deeply, and with a single hand motion, he drew the "staff" back into his grasp once more. This Shilin Tianhuo—formed by the harmonious balance of yin and yang, a fire of supreme yang and yin—had reacted so fearfully toward this piece of "wood," far exceeding Han Li's expectations. Could it be that the wonders of the Xuan Tian relics still surpassed his own anticipations? Subsequently, Han Li unleashed a series of attacks—blazing flames, extreme cold, wind blades, and others—yet the "wooden staff" remained utterly unresponsive, as if it were a piece of rolled, resilient meat. Even more strikingly, he specially retrieved a Shijin Insect from the insect chamber and placed it upon the staff. To Han Li's surprise, the insect—known for its ability to consume all things—acted just like the Shilin Tianhuo bird, fleeing in panic, completely ignoring the staff. Then, Han Li activated the attack of the Pu Mi Fa Miao, but it proved equally ineffective. Despite his considerable prowess, he could only scratch his head, standing there stunned. Undaunted, he poured his entire spiritual power into his eyes, causing deep blue streaks to burst forth from his pupils, hoping to directly perceive the inner structure of the object through his spiritual sight. To his great surprise, the gaze passed straight through, revealing a small, milky-white luminous spot—about the size of a grain of rice—gently pulsing, seemingly faint and weak. Seeing that his spiritual sight was effective, Han Li was greatly encouraged. He continued observing the interior, but found no further anomalies. Still unsatisfied, over the following十余 days, Han Li tirelessly pondered possible solutions. In the final days, he even erected several intricate small spiritual arrays within the sealed chamber, hoping the arrays might enable him to directly cultivate and enshrine the object. Yet, naturally, none of these efforts yielded any results. By the evening of the final day, the anxiety that had been etched upon the face of Han Li as he gently stroked the Xuantian fruit had vanished, and his expression settled into calm. It seemed that such a miraculous treasure, even if held in hand, would prove futile without the right fortune. Yet, through the prolonged cultivation of feelings of helplessness and restlessness, his inner composure had deepened noticeably. Though these days had not been entirely barren in terms of gains, he would be returning to Tianyuan City tomorrow. As he pondered these thoughts, Han Li felt a sudden clarity in his awareness, and with a faint, undisturbed gaze, he once again scanned the Xuantian fruit in his hands, this time noticing the previously overlooked dark green patterns. Suddenly, his eyes flashed, and a most peculiar expression spread across his face—something he seemed to recall, yet found utterly astonishing. The hue and design of these patterns had unexpectedly stirred a memory in him, prompting a surprising connection. Upon closer inspection, while the shape, color, and pattern of the surface of the other object were not exactly the same as those of the Xuan Tian fruit, they shared an astonishingly similar resemblance—about seven or eight out of ten. How had he never remembered this before! (Second update!) ------------ The last day of the month—please vote for the monthly subscription!