Han Li had once paid close attention to the seals related to the silver tadpole script in Tianyuan City, discovering that although several of these seals bore functional similarities to the ones he himself had developed for the Wanlong Pearl, they were still remarkably effective—unless a cultivator with a divine awareness several times stronger than his conducted a meticulous ground-level inspection, even under constant surveillance, no one would notice any anomalies. Thus, while the crafting of such a device was relatively straightforward, it remained truly unique. Of course, this simplicity was relative to the depth of knowledge required; without a thorough mastery of the character-based script preserved on the fragmented pages, one simply could not produce such a device. Previously, during his time on the Human Realm, Han Li had long harbored the intention of crafting a complete set. Yet, unfortunately, the primary material needed for this purpose had become extinct on the Human Realm, leaving him only with the desire but no ability to act. Back in the city of Luoyi, he had serendipitously discovered this key material, which was surprisingly affordable. At that moment, he was struck with inspiration and promptly purchased all the necessary materials for crafting the pearls. Looking back now, he realized that this decision had indeed been well- Since he now knew that there were indeed people secretly plotting within the spiritual realm, he could not possibly leave the situation unattended. Regardless of how he handled it, monitoring the opposing forces was absolutely essential. Han Li transformed into a streak of azure light and departed once more from his abode, then, using his abode as the center, cast spells to bury countless lóng jūs—crafted in his storage bracelet—deep beneath the ground according to a precise pattern. With his swift means of travel, within just half a day, nearly two-thirds of the spiritual realm had been silently encased in protective seals. Han Li then returned to his abode without making a sound, and in a grand hall within the abode, personally set up an unusual magical array, placing the octagonal ritual disk at its core. He then embedded dozens of high-tier spiritual stones around the array, consecutively channeling several spells into it, thereby activating the entire structure. After a low, resonant hum, the array began to glow with waves of white light, and as the light flickered, a silver luminous screen suddenly emerged from the octagonal disk. On the luminous screen, countless points of white light flickered continuously, almost covering the entire surface. Han Li scanned the screen with a glance, nodded satisfiedly, and then proceeded toward the inner chamber. Though he didn't know who had breached the spiritual realm, he suspected it was likely connected to that man with the arched eyebrows who had previously contested the realm's claim. Without solid information, he would not act prematurely—better to observe quietly for a while. Now, he intended to first study the mysterious lightning patterns and prepare several silver tadpole spirit seals inscribed on the fragments of the Golden Pavilion's jade scrolls. Of course, in the meantime, he also needed to mature a batch of medicinal herbs and simultaneously refine the Jade Qing pills. Upon entering the chamber, Han Li closed the main door behind him and walked a few steps to the center, settling himself onto the mat. With a simple gesture, he brushed his storage bracelet, and instantly, a jade scroll, a golden silk handkerchief, and a round orb materialized before him. Han Li Xian immersed his consciousness into the jade scroll, carefully reviewing all the lightning-patterned motifs once again. Then, he gently touched the golden silk cloth on his body, pondered for a moment, and suddenly threw it upward into the air, casting it with a graceful motion. Without hesitation, he opened his mouth, and instantly a sphere of bright crimson flame erupted, striking precisely upon the golden patterns. To his surprise, the glow flashed briefly, and the flame sphere promptly vanished with a soft "pffft," yet the golden silk cloth remained completely undamaged. Han Li raised an eyebrow, then lightly pointed his finger at the cloth, and a clear ice lance shot forth. Again, as a shimmer of light passed through, the ice lance dissolved into nothingness. A look of mild astonishment appeared on Han Li's face. Could it be that this object adorned with lightning patterns was immune to the five elements? With this thought in mind, he lightly flicked his finger once more, and a beam of golden sword energy surged out. With a soft sound, the silk cloth was effortlessly severed into two halves, unraveling into countless fine golden threads that burst and scattered into the air, vanishing completely. Han Li furrowed his brow, nodding first, then shaking his head. He turned his gaze back to the golden orb in his hands, studying it closely. The lightning energy contained within the orb seemed wildly turbulent. Half an hour later, a thunderous roar suddenly erupted within the chamber. The walls, previously sealed by multiple layers of magical barriers, cracked violently, inch by inch. Then, golden arcs as thick as dinner plates surged forth, their radiant light interweaving and flashing, like countless golden serpents dancing wildly. At that moment, a clear chime resonated at the center of the golden light, and a dark, small mountain emerged. The mountain then radiated a brilliant glow, emitting concentric rings of hazy, gray halos. As the gray light swept through, all the golden arcs were instantly cleared away, coalescing into a single golden electric dragon. The electric dragon shook its head and swayed its tail, struggling ceaselessly, as if trying to break free. Below the small hill, aside from the spacious, square area where Han Li was seated, the rest was completely empty—revealing a massive crater several dozen feet deep. Han Li seemed to stand alone, like a solitary stone pillar at the very center of this enormous hollow, an appearance truly strange and eerie. Gazing upward at the empty hill and the golden electric dragon, and then scanning the surrounding scene, Han Li's face lit up with great joy. "The power of the Lightning Pattern Pearl has amplified the original Divinely Protective Thunder's strength not merely tenfold. Had I not shielded myself with the Primordial Magnetic Light earlier, I would have surely been drawn into the sphere of influence of the Pearl's power. If I could gather several more of these pearls, then what need would there be for any other法宝 or techniques? With just this pearl, I could effortlessly defeat opponents of the same level." Han Li swiftly thought through these possibilities. However, the success rate of such pearls was not particularly high—even with his Divinely Protective Thunder, he could not rely on it entirely to produce these pearls in one go. Yet regarding the power of lightning, it seemed he possessed more than just the divine lightning that repels evil. A spark of inspiration passed through Han Li's mind, and with a simple mouth movement, a beam of jade-green light erupted from his mouth. Within the light floated an ancient, steely cauldron—the Xitian Sacred Cauldron. Without hesitation, Han Li reached up with one hand to his head, and suddenly a glow of grayish hue surged forth, instantly enveloping the black mountain-shaped lightning serpent. Then, with a gentle pull, he drew it downward. Under the combined effects of the two seals, the golden lightning serpent could no longer resist and plunged straight downward. Han Li then lightly touched the small cauldron before him with his finger. Immediately, a resonant hum echoed, and the cauldron's lid flew out, carrying the lightning serpent into the cauldron with a surge of gray light, which then dispersed and vanished. Finally, Han Li raised his hand and waved it toward the small mountain in the air, and the mountain was absorbed into his body. As for the Xitian Cauldron, he did not immediately retrieve it, but allowed it to hover and spin steadily above his head. Han Li glanced at the scene around him, which was in disarray, furrowed his brow, and with a hand motion summoned a colossal ape automaton, two zhang tall, to his side. He infused a strand of divine awareness into it, issued instructions for its repair, and then turned without a backward glance toward another direction, heading for a backup chamber. The Xutian Ding floated steadily behind him, never straying a step. Upon arriving at the new chamber, Han Li had only just settled back into his seat when he gestured toward the small ding. With a "whoosh," the Xutian Ding instantly flew to his before. In silence, Han Li mentally chanted the Tongbao Sect's incantation, and the ding radiated intense jade-green light, rapidly expanding to over ten times its original size, growing to a height of one zhang. A soft "clang" echoed as Han Li raised his finger and lightly tapped the air before the ding. Suddenly, a series of thunderous sounds erupted within the vessel, and a silver orb, the size of a human head, burst forth with dazzling electric brilliance. The rumbling within the ding continued unabated, as though more thunder clusters still remained These lightning bolts were no less potent than the Divine Exorcism Thunder, and in abundance—enough for Han Li to experiment and refine various items imbued with lightning patterns. Han Li took a deep breath, pressing his fingers repeatedly against the clusters of lightning, his vast spiritual awareness flowing out like a tide. Instantly, within the thunderous roar, the silver clusters of lightning split into countless silver filaments. As time passed, Han Li remained in seclusion within the chamber for nearly two weeks. One day, the octagonal ritual disk set up within a grand hall suddenly emitted clear, resonant chimes, and the silver light emanating from its surface burst forth in brilliant radiance. At the same time, the previously sealed chamber door opened abruptly, and a streak of jade-green light shot through, flickering briefly before mysteriously materializing within the hall. As the light faded, Han Li stepped forth, dressed in a long robe of gold and silver. Though the robe appeared ordinary in form, delicate patterns of gold and silver symbols shimmered subtly throughout its weave, radiating an exceptional splendor. Han Li, expression neutral, flipped his hand once, and a second green robe appeared in his palm. He draped it over his shoulders, completely concealing the silver robe. Then he took several steps forward and entered the magical array, his eyes briefly focusing on the silver light screen floating in the void. Suddenly, he shook his sleeve, and dozens of golden-feeding insects, each the size of a clenched fist, shot out, spiraling around the ceiling before howling and vanishing through the hall's entrance. Thus, Han Li's strength surged significantly within a single night. After silently pondering for a moment, he donned his green robe once more, then gently brushed his hand over the storage bracelet, revealing a palm-sized white jade plaque—precisely the missing outer page of the Golden Hall Jade Scroll.