The colossal mountain had not yet truly struck the coral cluster. Where the gray light passed, the rocks trembled and instantly turned to powder; the surrounding seawater, under immense pressure, surged and churned, forming towering waves nearly a hundred feet high, which then rushed outward in all directions. Naturally, this commotion had stirred the hidden abode beneath the coral cluster. In a short while, the sea surface near the area parted, and suddenly two orbs of ethereal aura—red and blue—rose from below. One of the auras even emitted a sharp scolding: "Who dares disturb our abode? Do not you know this is the residence of the Master of Radiant Light?" Upon hearing this, Han Li said nothing, merely pointing his finger at the massive mountain below. The gray light spiraled upward and, in a flash, swept both orbs of spiritual aura into its embrace. After a few rapid flashes of light, two cries of pain were immediately heard within. The creatures dwelling in the second team's aura suddenly exploded within the gray mist, transforming into a downpour of blood and vanishing without a trace. As for just two six-polarity sea beasts, Han Li simply didn't bother to pay any attention to them. At the very next moment, the colossal mountain struck the sea surface with solid force. Instantly, a massive vortex of about a li in diameter emerged, its form warped by the power of the Yuanmagnetic Divine Light. The surrounding seawater surged violently, as if demons were roaring, spinning wildly and overturning the sea surface in all directions. Deep beneath the sea, countless fish and shrimp panicked, fleeing in every direction, with several dozen unknown sea beasts, each over a zhang in length, darting among them. Han Li's unrestrained exertion of the Yuanmagnetic Divine Mountain's might finally caused a thunderous roar of fury to rise from below the sea surface. Suddenly, five streaks of black energy burst forth from the edge of the vortex. Leading one of these black streaks rolled and instantly revealed a tall, robust man with a flesh tumor on his head, clad in blue bone armor, wielding a pair of massive black hammers. Han Li saw this and let out a quiet冷笑, prompting the Yuanmagnetic Divine Mountain without waiting for the other to speak. Instantly, the colossal mountain, towering a thousand zhang, trembled and vanished from its spot. At the same time, the blue-armored man felt a sudden darkness above him, startled, and quickly raised his head—only to find a dense expanse of blackness stretching before him. The Yuanmagnetic Divine Mountain had now appeared directly above them, descending with great force and fury. Before it even reached them, a powerful gust of wind blew him off balance. The man was so startled that he barely had time to glance at Han Li, and instead hastily threw his two large black hammers forward, then rolled onto the ground, instantly transforming into a blue dragon several dozen zhang long, who darted away swiftly. Two dull thuds echoed as the two massive hammers, though now several zhang in size, failed to harm the small mountain at all. Instead, after a swirl of gray light, they lost control and plummeted straight downward. As for the dragon serpent, it had not gone far either—having only flown thirty paces or so—when a flash of gray light passed through, and the blue dragon instantly trembled, unable to move an inch. At that moment, Han Lin raised his finger once more, pointing directly at the towering mountain. The mountain spun smoothly in the air, and immediately an invisible, immense force surged up from its base. Amidst the gray mist, the blue dragon could only utter a cry of sheer terror, its body crushed into a pile of meaty pulp, leaving only its massive head intact. Though dragon serpents are among the strongest of all the mythical beasts, how could an eight-tier sea dragon withstand the power of the Yuanmagnetic Divine Mountain? Even before Han Lin's face had fully come into view, the dragon's physical form was utterly destroyed. Yet the spirit that had miraculously remained within the dragon's head, unknown to the observer, summoned some desperate power—its head transformed into a brilliant blue glow, breaking free from the gray mist and rushing desperately toward the heavens. At that moment, a silver phoenix roared from the heavens, approaching with such speed that it merely flashed and collided directly with the dragon's head. A piercing, mournful cry rang out as a green, slender dragon surged forth from the dragon's head, attempting to flee—but was instantly vaporized by a flash of silver flame. Only the empty, majestic dragon's head remained, gently suspended in the air. This was precisely the result of Han Li's deliberate control of the Spirit-Consuming Heavenly Fire, which he had chosen to preserve. As for the other four sea beasts encased in black mist, they had already dissolved into blood vapor without offering any resistance at all as the great mountain began to rotate, their very essences perishing completely. Upon witnessing the elimination of five demons in a single breath, Han Li offered a quiet smile, raised his hand, and with a simple gesture, the dragon's head shot toward him and came to rest in the palm of his hand. With a gentle spread of his fingers, he effortlessly lifted the massive dragon head. After a brief, focused examination, a flash of white light passed through his hands, and the dragon's head vanished, now stored securely within his storage bracelet. A black palm struck the void of the colossal mountain, and as it did, the mountain blurred, then faded into a faint outline, finally vanishing completely into the emptiness. Han Li retrieved the mountain, then, as he shook his sleeve to turn and depart. Yet, upon glancing down at the still-persistent, vast vortex below, he hesitated briefly and suddenly changed his mind. With a surge of emerald light around him, he transformed into a streak of jade-green light and plunged into the vortex. Where the green light passed, the sea water parted automatically, and in mere moments, he appeared before a small underwater mountain covered in coral. Han Li glanced calmly at the mountain, then lightly struck the mountain's midsection, sending a golden blade of light shooting forth, which vanished into the void with a flash. A tremendous roar followed, as a burst of golden-blue sparks erupted first, then a layer of azure mist rose, only to shatter piece by piece in the same explosion. A white coral gate emerged at the mountain's waist. Han Li smiled slightly—this must be the abode of the Master of the Radiant Light. A second sword aura flashed by. Instantly, the Coral Gate dissolved into golden dust, its seawater emptied, revealing a long, corridor-like jade passage. Han Li's gaze flickered, and with a subtle shift of his form, he stepped into the passage. This object was remarkably rough, as though simply made of ordinary stone. Had it not been placed right before an exquisitely polished jade table, one might have mistaken it for merely a slightly flattened large stone. Yet within this vast hall, everything else shone brilliantly, making this stone pedestal stand out as unimpressive—rather odd. Han Li tilted his head, then extended one hand and reached out toward the stone seat, as if to draw it toward himself and examine it closely. To his surprise, however, under the powerful suction generated by his spiritual prowess, the stone seat remained completely still. Han Li was taken aback, paused to think, and then slowly walked forward. With a fingertip, he gently touched the pedestal. At first, a cold sensation surged up his arm from the fingertip, and before he could move it, a warm, intense heat spread upward. Han Li was astonished. Simply pressed his entire palm firmly against the stone bench, feeling the constantly shifting sensations of cold and warmth, which gradually transformed into a warm, soothing flow throughout his arm, making him quite comfortable. He mentally inspected his arm and found no abnormalities. Frowning slightly, he emitted a golden glow from his body and clenched his five fingers tightly, attempting to lift the stone pedestal several feet high. Yet, the golden light from his fingers was so intense that it nearly obscured the entire pedestal, yet the stone remained firmly rooted in place, motionless. Han Li finally grew startled. Without hesitation, he placed his other palm onto the pedestal as well, causing a vibrant glow to circulate between both palms—one dark and glossy, the other crystal-clear and bright. As he moved his arms, a series of explosive sounds like firecrackers erupted from within his body, and an astonishing force surged forth, directly impacting the stone pedestal. A deep, resonant boom shook the entire hall, causing it to tremble violently. The stone pillar wavered slightly before settling back into place. Yet, centered on the pillar, countless fine cracks immediately spread across the floor. Within the span of a moment, under Han Li's very eyes, the cracks caused the nearby jade tiles to shatter into powder, revealing the dark, rough ground beneath. Though he hadn't fully activated the Fànshèng Zhēnmó Power just now, the sheer strength combined with the dual refinement of the Hundred Meridian Treasure Technique alone was sufficient to prevent the stone pillar from being displaced in advance. The weight of this object was undoubtedly exceeding fifteen thousand catties. If his memory served him well, the heaviest among all the rare materials was said to be the Tianxuan Heavy Gold. Even a piece of Tianxuan Heavy Gold the size of a fingernail was capable of crushing a strong, robust man to the ground. While the exact weight of this stone pillar had yet to be precisely determined, judging by its volume, it was likely heavier than the Tianxuan Heavy Gold—possibly even surpassing it significantly. His thoughts raced as swiftly as lightning, yet his testing never ceased. A flash of golden light followed by a sword strike descended upon the pillar. "Pffft!" The sword's energy dispersed and vanished upon impact, proving completely ineffective. Han Li did not find it strange that the object was so remarkable—had it even failed to withstand a single sword qi, he would have been disappointed. Yet precisely because of this, his curiosity grew even stronger. With a single hand motion, a small sword several inches long appeared, but as the golden light expanded, it grew into a golden long sword nearly a foot in length. Han Li held the sword in one hand and immediately charged it downward, delivering a decisive strike to the stone pedestal. (Second chapter!