Jin Yue said nothing further, for as the great phoenix in the sky folded its wings, its form gradually shrank in circles of emerald light. A clear bird call resonated from its mouth, and a brilliant flash of light revealed a man with an upper body emerging. With both hands forming gestures, he descended slowly, wrapped in a cloak of emerald mist. The young woman narrowed her eyes, fixing her gaze on the man’s chest. There, a vivid, strange pattern of a great phoenix in deep green shimmered with a gentle glow. This man, naturally, was Han Li, whose true kelp-fish phoenix blood had been fully absorbed and refined, along with the relics. A true saintly form! This was the mark of possessing true saintly blood and fully activating it—precisely the phenomenon that would appear on most half-saints. With this form manifesting upon him, even if other clans knew he was not a genuine Tian Phoenix, they would likely find no grounds to deny him participation in the trials. Jin Yue sighed softly, and after reassuring herself with a few thoughts, felt calm and composed. Meanwhile, Xu Elder and the beautiful woman both grew increasingly uneasy upon seeing the pattern on Han Li's chest. A member of a foreign race displaying a true Saint Form Assembly—something rarely seen among the senior leaders of their own clan—was clearly a source of discomfort. By the way, I'd like to inform you that although I've helped refine the Kungpeng Relic for you, the residual mal energies within it haven't yet been fully purged. These will remain dormant within your body for the time being, and won't manifest symptoms immediately. Once you return from your trial, I'll assist you in completely eliminating them." The young woman spoke calmly and matter-of-fact. Upon hearing this, Han Li's expression briefly tightened, but soon settled back to normal. "Senior, rest assured. I will definitely attend the trial precisely two months from now." The young woman nodded slightly. Han Li then promptly bowed once more to the three of them and, transforming into a shimmering shade of green light, departed. The three watched as Han Li's figure vanished into the horizon, leaving no trace. They said nothing further, yet their expressions varied. Jin Yue gazed silently at the sky, her face expressionless, while the two elders, Xu and the other, alternately darkened and brightened their faces, as though each were quietly pondering something. Half a day later, Han Li had already settled into a bedroom on the top floor of the Guibian Pavilion, seated With both hands forming gestures, a steady shimmer of azure light flickered around his body. As his face shifted, a look of discomfort appeared, and droplets of sweat the size of beans formed on his forehead, rolling down steadily. A long, deep sigh escaped him, and with a slight relaxation of his hand gestures, the azure glow subsided. His eyes opened. As for those minor traces of malevolent energies within the relics, he simply didn't give them a second thought. The True Divine Magic of the Buddha Saint was precisely adept at neutralizing such elements. Han Li paused again, then suddenly brushed his hand across his thunder-robe. A series of thunderclaps followed, and the robe dissolved into countless arcs of gold and silver electricity, which then condensed and entered his body. He slightly lowered his head, and naturally caught sight of the jade-colored phoenix pattern on his chest. "Hmph. 'Heavenly Phoenix Form'? It should be called the 'Awakening of the Earth's Spring Form,' instead," Han Li remarked, a touch of strangeness evident on his face. Suddenly, he extended a finger and lightly touched the pattern. To his astonishment, a remarkable transformation unfolded. The pale blue phoenix pattern flashed with five hues, instantly transforming into a five-colored peacock with fully spread wings. Then, a surge of golden light radiated, and it morphed into a golden ape raising its head and roaring fiercely. Finally, a brilliant white light enveloped it, and the pattern vanished completely. Should Jin Yue and the other three senior elders of the Heavenly Phoenix Clan have witnessed this scene, they would undoubtedly be How could something so truly sacred and divine change so often, and eventually vanish on its own? Generally speaking, once a symbol representing the true sacred form manifests within a body, it remains constant throughout the owner's life, rarely undergoing significant alterations. Han Li stared at his chest, yet smiled with satisfaction. "With the Twelve Transformations of Jingzhe, I now command three of the secret formulas. Though I still lack the true blood of the Five-Colored Peacock and the Mountain Giant Ape, unable to fully transform into their true spiritual forms, the power of this ability is truly astonishing." He murmured these words several times. This technique, unexpectedly acquired after refining the spiritual essence of Hongyun, theoretically allows him to manifest in twelve distinct forms of true spiritual beings—its power is truly remarkable. Should he master all twelve true spiritual forms thoroughly, with such a wide array of spiritual abilities, even the true immortals in the heavens would surely hesitate to approach him. Of course, this was merely a dream. Even if he perfected the Jingzhi Decision to its highest level, he would at best possess only minor manifestations of the various true spirits. Unfortunately, as a renowned true spirit of the spiritual realm, while his twelve transformations indeed included those of true dragon and celestial phoenix, the incantation remained deeply buried within the still-unmelted red cloud spirit force, and it was far from clear when he would finally access it. Otherwise, with the drop of true dragon and celestial phoenix blood he currently held, he could immediately gain two additional transformations. Han Li felt a touch of regret. As for the transformation of the Kungpeng, it was originally the foundational form among all the transformations, the one most masterfully practiced by this former Grand Elder of the Tianpeng Clan. Otherwise, despite his exceptionally strong physical body, he could not have so easily grasped the essence of the Tianpeng transformation upon first encountering it. Suddenly, Han Li recalled something, and a hint of scorn appeared on his lips. With the aid of Jin Yue's power during the process of refining the relics, although he managed to gather only a modest amount of spiritual force in a short time, he still obtained some useful information. This Red Cloud Grand Elder of the Tian Peng Clan truly stands as a rare talent in the ten-thousand-year span—able to intuitively grasp the essence of the Tian Peng's body transformation techniques through persistent study, and thus synthesize various true spirit transformation arts into a unified system, ultimately creating the Jing Zhe Sect. However, despite being a late-stage Consolidation stage cultivator and having diligently gathered numerous true spirit bloods, he only managed to establish the Jing Zhe Sect up to its twelfth transformation. Ultimately, due to his spiritual awareness and physical strength being unable to keep pace, the accumulated true spirit bloods reversed their effects, causing him to go mad and die. What is peculiar is that, before going mad, this former Grand Elder had not explicitly passed down the secret of this technique to the Tian Peng Clan, which left him somewhat puzzled. Han Li naturally had no knowledge of the fact that, during the time Red Cloud served as Grand Elder, the Tian Peng Clan was at the height of its prosperity. He possessed extraordinary talent, capable of weaving the heavens and the earth, and had long dreamed of making his mark with this method, ultimately unifying the entire Tianpeng Clan. He kept the specific powers and techniques of this method completely secret, revealing nothing to the other elders. At that time, the other elders only knew that Red Yun had created a technique known as the "Jingze Method," but were unaware of any further details. When this true-blooded elder eventually suffered a reversal of his vital energy, leading to a sudden and frantic transformation into a lifeless state, the contents of the Jingze Method naturally became entirely unknown to all. As for why the Jingze Method was preserved within the relics he left behind—this remained a mystery even to the heavens. It might have been an unconscious act during his final madness, or perhaps, in his last moments of lucidity before his passing, he suddenly decided to pass this technique down to the Clan, deliberately choosing to do so. Han Li did not dwell on these matters. Once in his hands, the Jingze Method would naturally no longer be returned to the Tianpeng Clan. Otherwise, upon hearing of this, the Clan elders would have been overjoyed and likely first expressed their gratitude—though they might soon In case this secret formula should leak out. He would never willingly subject himself to such a situation where he'd be caught in the middle of trouble. Han Li's expression remained uncertain as he carefully pondered everything. Suddenly, a faint smile played at the corner of his lips. To be precise, besides this "Jingzhe Decision," which he had used to melt the true blood of the Kungpeng and the relics, he had another unexpected and highly gratifying discovery. His cultivation bottleneck had unexpectedly broken through, stimulated successively by the combined effects of these two elements. Now, he had reached the late stage of the Huashen stage. With the true Chuan water aiding him, his subsequent cultivation path would now proceed smoothly and unimpeded. As for the three senior elders of the Tianpeng Clan, they were deeply impressed by his mastery of the Tianpeng transformation techniques, but they had said little about his sudden increase in cultivation level—either they had simply failed to notice it, or they considered this modest progress to be of little significance to the already established, combined stage cultivators. Han Li narrowed his eyes, thinking again. With a single hand motion, he suddenly produced a jade vial of emerald green, pouring out several pills. After taking the pills, he closed his eyes and resumed meditation. As a cultivator just entering the late stage, he still needed to consolidate his current level. One day later, Han Li left his dwelling with a refreshed spirit, heading straight for the Grand Exchange Hall. This was the day he had agreed to meet with the master of the Ten-Thousand-Thunder Pavilion; determined to secure the Qing Luo fruit, he absolutely would not fail to show up. On the journey, everything went smoothly. However, when Han Li once again stood in the shop on the ninth floor of the Grand Exchange Hall, gazing at the thin, middle-aged man before him, his expression grew increasingly troubled. "What's going on? How have these people ended up here? Didn't you only invite me?" The speaker was not Han Li, but a sturdy black-armored man with a full beard and a commanding presence. At this moment, besides Han Li, there were already three others present in the shop.