"However, this space has been remarkably stable all along, showing no signs of sudden upheaval. Who among the resident cultivators lives nearby?" The female cultivator furrowed her brows and asked again. "What's strange about that! Even minor spatial fluctuations are inherently difficult to anticipate. Though the Qiankun Disk is remarkably adept, it cannot predict every single one. Such occurrences are by no means rare. As for this location, it seems to have just been assigned to a Fushen cultivator. The current occupant is likely a Qingming Guard." The man stroked his beard calmly and replied. "The Yilin Disk has detected no signs of foreign beings, suggesting no foreign entities have infiltrated the area. Perhaps we should summon this nearby Qingming Guard and inquire further—perhaps he knows something about the spatial storm?" The female cultivator raised her hand, conjured a shimmering magical disk, performed a few gestures, and then suggested with a furrowed brow. "Why go to all this trouble? As long as no foreign beings have seeped in, even if this spatial storm proves unusual, it will have little bearing on us." Do not forget, we are far from idle—we still need to inspect another location. That’s where the Qiankun Pan predicts a major spatial storm is likely to erupt.” The long-bearded cultivator shook his head, his expression growing serious. “Brother Ma is right—I’ve been overly persistent. Let’s go then.” The female cultivator hesitated slightly, as though recalling something, and smiled warmly in agreement. The long-bearded Daoist seemed satisfied with her response, nodded slightly, and immediately transformed into a streak of golden light, returning to the Jin Ting Boat ahead. The female cultivator glanced around one last time and, without further hesitation, also returned to the boat. A moment later, the Jin Ting Boat shimmered and vanished from the light array. The transmission array beneath likewise dissolved and disappeared. Inside the pavilion, Han Li was unaware that two Tian Wei cultivators of Lingxu stage had visited so swiftly, having even skipped the routine summons to inquire about him, and had then departed without delay. But to be cautious, as soon as he returned to his cave, he closed the magical array, temporarily halting all the monitoring functions of the Wanlong Jades. He wanted to prevent any high-level observer from detecting anything out of the ordinary. Then he plunged directly into the inner chamber, beginning to study the newly acquired bone-hand. Although the bone-hand was indeed unusual, appearing as though forged using a previously unseen alchemical crafting technique, Han Li paid it little attention. Instead, he simply opened his mouth and expelled a slender golden sword several inches long. As the sword trembled, it swiftly spiraled around the bone-hand like a fine golden thread, cutting the thumb of the bone-hand silently and cleanly in two. A jade plaque about an inch long emerged from within, then trembled and floated upward, gaining a sense of life. Han Li, however, had anticipated this, and with a swift hand gesture, an invisible seal materialized around the room, instantly immobilizing the jade plaque completely. Once he grasped the milky-white plaque in his hand, his eyes flashed with a deep blue glow as he examined it carefully. The delicate silver script inscribed on the jade plaque described a craft of alchemy that he had never encountered before, fundamentally reshaping his previous understanding of alchemical techniques and immediately captivating him deeply. However, this silver script differed significantly from ordinary classical Chinese characters; without having previously studied another fragment of the text, he would have found it nearly impossible to grasp even a fraction of its meaning upon first exposure. Nevertheless, even with this challenge, Han Li devoted three days and three nights to studying the newly acquired outer page of the jade scroll, only then finally comprehending its general content. Beyond the exposition of alchemical techniques, the most significant content recorded was a method known as the "Hundred Meridians Alchemy Technique." This technique, based on a person's meridians, flesh, blood, and bones, transformed each part of the body into distinct magical artifacts through an extraordinary secret art. Had Han Li not previously read the earlier sections on alchemy, he would have entirely dismissed this method as mere fantasy. However, the newly expounded art of crafting vessels suddenly clarified everything, greatly strengthening his belief in the technique. Moreover, the bone hand he had obtained clearly must have been forged through the cultivation of this method—otherwise, how could a single bone hand have withstood the spatial storm and developed self-awareness? According to the jade scroll, practitioners could either fully transform their bodies into treasures at once or cultivate them gradually over time. Regardless of the approach, the ultimate goal in both cases was to achieve a body akin to the indestructible, divine form of Buddhist bodhisattvas or celestial beings. Once this secret technique reached its peak, regardless of the level of spiritual power cultivated, the mere physical body—through simple gestures and movements—would possess the power to shake heaven and earth, bringing the body infinitely close to immortality. Although the jade scroll described the perfected state of this technique with remarkable simplicity, only a few brief sentences, upon carefully analyzing the subtle implications, Han Li found himself taken aback, drawing in a deep breath of cool air. Even if the above descriptions are somewhat exaggerated, the power of this technique is now clearly evident. Of course, this method of refining the body into a treasure requires an almost unimaginable level of physical strength in the cultivator. With the current body strength achieved through the perfected Diamond Sect Technique, Han Li can only just begin this practice. To further refine each part of his body and truly unleash the extraordinary powers described in the Jade Scroll, he will need to gradually advance and strengthen his physical form step by step. Otherwise, once his body can no longer withstand the refining process, the cultivator himself will collapse and perish. After all, transforming one's body into various treasures is itself an astonishing, nearly heavenly feat. He gently stroked the jade tablet, remaining silent for a long time. "It seems we no longer need to seek other cultivation techniques. We must choose a dual-path method of cultivating both body and spirit," Han Li sighed lightly, murmuring to himself. The appearance of this Hundred-Vessel Cultivation Classic proved to be the final straw, pushing him—once still hesitating over which cultivation method to choose—to finally decide on the dual-body cultivation technique jointly revised by the human and demon clans. Suddenly, he folded the jade scroll in his hands, affixed the sealing incantations, and returned it to his storage bracelet. In the same motion, he drew out a pale red jade scroll. When he had first received the oral instructions of the "Tian-Tian Magic Technique" from the bearded man, he had copied all of them onto this scroll, to ensure he wouldn't forget any details over time. "Since this technique is divided into three distinct parts, each with its own uniqueness, let's simply call it the 'Bodhi True Magic Technique.'" With a quick glance at the scroll, he murmured these words to himself and then pressed the scroll against his forehead, closing his eyes to deeply contemplate and internalize the technique. Although he had previously attempted to practice this magic technique a little during his stay in the stone tower of Tianyuan City, without the aid of pills, its effects had been quite limited. Thus, for the following months, Han Li spent most of his time in the inner chamber, occasionally taking time to begin refining the Yuqing Pills once several of the medicinal herbs had matured. This pill, truly a divine-level elixir, proved difficult to produce—despite utilizing an impressive array of rare herbs, Han Li managed to produce only a few batches. Yet he remained undisturbed by this. To him, the more times he refined the pills, the more proficient he would become; with sufficient time, the success rate would naturally improve. The current batch of pills was sufficient for his near-term cultivation needs. Meanwhile, while refining the pills, Han Li also found time to study the "Bai Mai Lian Bao Ju," a technique for cultivating the hundred meridians. Thus, his periods of rest passed swiftly. During this time, no one came to disturb his quiet cultivation. It appeared there were no immediate conflicts of interest, and the elder magi, such as Ming and Jin, had little motivation to intervene. Han Li was naturally delighted... Thus, several days before the half-year period ended, a streak of azure light burst forth from the resplendent mist, spiraling through the air before suddenly rushing toward the Tianyuan City. He would need to complete another patrol mission lasting two or three months before he could return to his abode to resume cultivation. Upon his return three months later, he arrived at his dwelling and immediately entered the inner chamber, once again entering meditation. Only after the half-year period had passed once more did he leave again. Thus, time passed gradually, and in no time at all, sixty years had elapsed. While this period meant little for cultivators, the spiritual realm itself stirred with growing unrest—elites from various clans convened frequently, as though something significant were being prepared. All the enlightened beings across the various races sensed the immense peril preceding the storm and began quietly preparing for it, growing increasingly alarmed. As the frontline settlement at the intersection of the human race and other ethnic groups, Tianyuan City naturally detected subtle anomalies—especially the cultivators on patrol, who clearly sensed the profound changes unfolding here. That day, a group of cultivators was slowly flying at a low altitude above Fulu Marsh. Ten of them wore sleek, dark, battle-ready armor, while a middle-aged elder with short white hair, clad in a simple, ancient green battle armor, led the group as a Qingming Guard cultivator at the stage of Huashen. Whether it was the ten Black Iron Guards or the elder leading them, all appeared serious, holding their strange spiritual discs and constantly scanning the surroundings, as if something terrifying might burst forth from below at any moment. The monastic disciples remained silent, carefully navigating their flight for a full hour before suddenly one of the Black Iron Guards' magical discs began emitting a steady hum. Though the sound was not loud, it still caused everyone to turn and stare in alarm. "Another foreign race spotted? This is becoming too frequent! What are these outsiders up to? Why are they sending their scouts relentlessly toward us? Our small party just lost two members last time." A large, imposing man, upon seeing the flashing white alert on his companion's disc, could no longer contain his fury and launched into a tirade. "Hmph. That's not even the worst of it. I heard that the Fourth Party encountered an unusually rare group of Void-Dwelling people six months ago. As a result, nearly half of the entire party—including the captain—perished." A middle-aged female disciple interjected coldly, her expression equally grim.