The Emerald Dragon蛟, sensing Han Li's movements in the other directions, furrowed his brow, his face growing grim as he began to explain repeatedly. After listening intently, the Emerald Dragon's expression darkened. At that moment, a shimmering golden aura approached from the opposite direction, flashing several times before arriving at the Emerald Dragon's side, then settling into a clear glow to reveal a plump golden figure floating calmly above his head. Now that we've obtained nothing at all, there's truly no point in discussing it further. Without any personal stakes, I have no interest in offending these immortals who have ascended. Moreover, from what my disciple has mentioned, it seems this person even knows Zhao Wugui. Though Zhao Tianwei himself isn't particularly impressive, his master is none other than Lei Luo, a senior member of the Council. Hehe—should Brother Jin wish to cause any trouble with this young man, I’d be more than happy to lend a hand. The Emerald Dragon, after a moment of silence, spoke coldly. "I have no grudge against this young person. What reason do I have to bother him? Since there are no treasures here, I shall now take my leave and depart. I'll return later, when I have the time, to personally visit you." The golden figure spun his eyes rapidly, yet smiled and replied with ease. Then, he bowed both hands, enveloped the golden man in a shimmering golden aura, and sped off toward the distant horizon, completely ignoring the space storm. "Hmph. This old rogue clearly got ambushed by the young one in the spatial realm, forced to bring him along. Now he wants to use me as a scapegoat—make me trouble myself. He's certainly playing a clever game, but I don't harbor any mortal grudge against that young man. How can I let him have his way? My disciple, let's go. Since a spatial storm has emerged here, the enforcement squad of Tianyuan City will surely take notice. Though they may not arrive right away, we can't afford to ignore the possibility of their presence. If they happen to stumble upon us just like this, we'll be in serious trouble. This time, not only did we fail to secure the treasures, but our manifested form has also sustained considerable damage. Truly unfortunate!" After the two streaks of light vanished swiftly at the horizon, the only sound left was the rumbling of the spatial storm. At this moment, Han Li had arrived in the grand hall of his dwelling, hands clasped at his chest, intently gazing at the silver light display before him. Upon confirming from the surveillance of the Wanlong Pearl that the two Xuangxi cultivators had indeed departed the spiritual realm, he quietly exhaled in relief. On the silver screen, a large, deep yellow light spot continued to flicker steadily—precisely the spatial storm sensed by the Wanlong Pearl. Unlike the others, such as Ming the Elder Demon, who could simply stroll off without a care, Han Li had to remain vigilant, monitoring the storm to prevent any unforeseen disaster that might destroy the spiritual realm. Fortunately, based on his experience at spatial nodes, storms caused by sudden spatial collapse typically did not last long. Indeed, the yellow glow on the light screen persisted for nearly an hour before gradually dimming. After another fifteen minutes, it completely vanished. Witnessing this, Han Li exhaled deeply, finally easing his mind. As he glanced once more at the screen, intending to cast his incantation and shut down the spell array—consuming so many spiritual stones—he suddenly stiffened, his face turning pale. To his astonishment, where the yellow glow had disappeared, a new gray dot now appeared. This dot was much smaller and significantly fainter than the yellow one, appearing as though it might extinguish at any moment. Yet even so, as soon as it emerged, it began to move slowly in a particular direction. Han Li's heart sank. His thoughts raced. He could no longer remain seated. Could it be that a fragment of the demon's soul had escaped the space storm? Though it was unclear what kind of monster the famed "Jade-Boned Demon" truly was, the fact that even immortals at the Liangxi level shied away from it spoke volumes about its terrifying nature. Should he remain in the vicinity, he would never find peace. Fortunately, the monitoring showed that the escaped spirit energy was extremely weak, indicating the creature had sustained severe injuries—thus, its elimination should now be within reach. Han Li immediately made up his mind, said little, and with a simple flick of his form, once again transformed into a streak of emerald light, departing the pavilion and heading straight toward the location where the spatial storm had vanished. Moments later, he appeared above the very spot where the storm had erupted. Indeed, the spatial storm had completely dissipated, along with the small, bare stone hill that had stood there, leaving behind a massive crater over a hundred zhang in diameter. Han Li guided his flight path around the crater in two circuits, finding no anomalies. Then, frowning slightly, he halted his flight, hovered in midair, and slowly closed his eyes. A divine awareness nearly equal to that of a Xuangui cultivator surged outward, weaving out delicate threads that swiftly enveloped an area spanning over a thousand li, meticulously probing every inch of land. After only a brief moment, Han Li exhaled a soft "Hm," his eyes suddenly widening with a look of puzzlement. After a moment's contemplation, he let out a long roar, and a surge of vibrant jade light erupted, transforming into a streak of jade-colored light that shot off in a specific direction. Within just three hundred and forty li, the streak halted abruptly above a dense forest. As the light faded, Han Li appeared low in the air, his hands behind his back, his eyes glowing with a steady blue hue, fixed intently on the forest below. Suddenly, he emitted a sharp exhalation, extending one hand toward the void beneath. "Crack!" A shimmering jade hand materialized in mid-air, reaching down and grasping firmly at a specific point within the forest. The glowing hand emitted a resonant hum, though only a few zhang in size, yet it encompassed a radius of over ten zhang, creating a remarkably impressive display! A flash—a gray light-feather burst forth from within the dense forest, breaking through the luminous aura and streaking off in a different direction. Han Li’s lips moved slightly, as though he had anticipated this move. With a swift motion of his other hand, he extended his fingers and snapped them toward the gray light. Several soft "puff" sounds followed, five crimson threads flashing briefly before vanishing from his fingertips, then fading again in the air. Instantly, these threads shimmered with an eerie red glow, tightly ensnaring the gray light. The gray light immediately swelled and contracted erratically, its radiance flickering as if struggling to escape. Yet Han Li had already begun channeling his hand seals, accelerating the five fire spirit threads. Suddenly, the five threads erupted into tall, crimson flames, rising several feet high and completely enveloping the gray light. A mournful wailing emerged from within the gray light, which seemed increasingly frail, and was gradually consumed by the flames, revealing a pure, jade-like object. Han Li raised a single eyebrow, his expression calm and composed, then gently extended his hand downward. At once, the flames on the surface of the object contracted and surged upward. Han Li tightened his five fingers, and with a mere effort, managed to seize it firmly. To his surprise, it was a bone hand, pale and gleaming, with golden runes subtly shimmering beneath its surface. He immediately recognized it as one of the monster's claws from the Jade-Boned Demon, now merely the size of a normal human hand. After briefly examining it from various angles, Han Li employed his Ming-Qing Spiritual Eyes and his divine awareness to scan the entire bone hand. His heart suddenly stirred. The divine awareness revealed that this bone hand was indeed a magical artifact, powerful in nature; however, upon closer inspection through his Spiritual Eyes, it confirmed that the hand was genuinely composed of human bone. "This is a strangely crafted artifact made from human bones," he realized. The gray glow that had previously been attached to the object—indicating its own spiritual vitality—was now easily extinguished by the surge of pure flame. Now, it was simply a lifeless object once more. But all this was still only incidental. What truly mattered was that within the thumb of this bone-hand, there lay a jade plaque, about an inch in size, pale white in hue. Silver light shimmered upon its surface, bearing numerous fine, compact characters—each glowing brilliantly, all of them in the form of the silver tadpole script. With just a brief glance from his spiritual sight, Han Li deeply inhaled and murmured softly: "Golden Hall Jade Scroll." This jade scroll was indeed one of the seventy-two pages of the Golden Hall Jade Scroll, and it was a complete page. Though he had only glanced at it briefly, the content seemed to revolve around the art of crafting artifacts. Han Li had unexpectedly obtained this treasure; though he maintained composure on his face, his inner excitement was beyond measure. Yet now was not the time to carefully study the scroll. Immediately, Han Li flashed a series of luminous spells and seals on his hand, then carefully placed the jade plaque into a jade box, and promptly mounted his flight spell, returning to his abode. Han Li did not know that it was precisely his decisive departure that had proven fortunate. Not long after he quietly returned to his abode, a luminous array suddenly materialized in the sky above the site where the spatial storm had erupted. The array then emitted a bright white glow, and a golden Jin Ting Boat materialized, gliding out from it. From the boat, two celestial guards in golden armor slowly stepped forth. One had a full beard and prominent brows, wearing a cloth cap; the other was slender and graceful, with a refined appearance. It was a middle-aged man and a beautiful female cultivator. "The positioning on the Qiankun Disk indicates this location is accurate," the woman said, her gaze sweeping the surroundings as she softly spoke. "There is indeed residual spatial fluctuation, though the range appears quite limited—perhaps just a sporadic, unexpected incident." "Agreed," the bearded man replied, checking the surroundings with his divine awareness, while offering a neutral, thoughtful response to the woman.