The golden net, absorbing so many azure arcs, swelled to several times its original size atop Han Li's head. As the first wave of arcs ceased, a second wave of thunderclouds coalesced into even larger, noticeably thicker azure arcs, which then plummeted downward. Han Li raised one hand, swiftly drawing his finger through the air several times. A golden symbol materialized instantly beneath his fingertip, then, following a thunderous crack, transformed into a golden arc and shot upward into the sky. After vanishing swiftly, the arc merged into the golden network. The entire network trembled, and several floating luminous halos within it spun around, converging at the same spot to form a massive, golden-hued glow. Subtle symbols shimmered and danced within this glow. In that brief moment, the second wave of azure arcs had already surged down with great force. The same scene repeated itself! The now more powerful arcs, like moths drawn to flames, vanished completely into the glow, leaving no trace. The power of the second wave of thunder was clearly superior to that of the first. Amidst the dense barrage of lightning strikes, after a period of tea-time, the originally still-floating glow began to tremble, and a resonant hum emerged, growing progressively louder. Yet, the golden grid beneath it expanded slightly, and as the golden arcs interwove and flashed, a series of sharp "crack" sounds resonated. A moment later, a deep rumble followed, and the golden glow gradually revealed streaks of white, which then slowly dissolved and vanished under the relentless assault of the thunder. With the obstruction removed, the lightning arcs struck directly upon the grid. As soon as contact was made, the azure and golden light intertwined, producing a powerful roar that echoed across half the sky. Despite the immense size of the golden network, even with the thunder's fierce intensity, it remained steadily suspended, momentarily shielding most of the falling azure arcs. Occasionally, some stray lightning arcs managed to slip through and were then swept away by the underlying primordial magnetic light, vanishing without a trace. Standing atop the mountain, Han Li observed the scene in the sky, yet showed no intention to launch another divine-protecting thunder bolt—seeming to have other plans. After a moment's pause, the golden great net finally cracked piece by piece amidst the roaring sound. At that very moment, the second wave of thunderstorms also ceased. However, the clouds in the sky now darkened like ink, swirling with increasing intensity, and within mere breaths, clusters of jade-green lightning balls began to rise from within them. Each ball, the size of a man's fist, radiated a shimmering green glow and slowly rotated within the cloud mass, clearly far more powerful than the previous arcs of electricity. Han Li's expression grew more serious, and with his clearly defined hands, he pressed both palms simultaneously into the void above. Instantly, the gray light in the sky condensed, and a strange, dark mountain silhouette emerged within it. At the same time, five ghostly skull shapes suddenly appeared above the gray light—each as large as a carriage wheel—and each opened its mouth. A surge of five-colored light flames erupted forth, instantly forming a protective layer over the Yuanmagnetic Divine Light. Then, Han Li roared, and the small blue cauldron hovering above his head descended, swelling to over ten times its original size and transforming into a massive cauldron several zhang in height. Within the cauldron, swirling jade mist emitted deep resonant sounds, and the third wave of heavenly lightning descended without mercy! One after another, the jade-colored lightning orbs fell like massive hail, each emitting an eerie thunderous roar, far surpassing the intensity of the previous two days' waves of sky lightning. Han Li, who had already withstood two colors of lightning strikes at the stage of early Stage of Transformation into a Divine Being, naturally could not be overwhelmed by such attacks. As these lightning orbs struck the five-colored light flames, an astonishing phenomenon unfolded! With the five-colored radiance flashing, the descent of each orb slowed dramatically, and they were all gradually trapped within the light flames. In a moment, the light flames shimmered with vibrant jade hues, and over a hundred lightning orbs appeared simultaneously suspended in mid-air. Han Li's expression changed slightly. The black mountain silhouette shimmering within the gray light spun smoothly, and at the same moment, the surrounding gray glow swept upward. After being swept by the Yuanmagnetic divine light, the countless thunder balls vanished completely. At the same time, a strong surge of green light erupted at the base of the great cauldron, and numerous thunder balls appeared mysteriously at the cauldron's mouth. Following a series of booming sounds, they were all drawn into the cauldron by a stream of green silk. Han Li watched this scene with a gentle smile. Half an hour later, the dark clouds hovering above the small mountain gradually dispersed, and the thunderstorm had ended. Han Li now stood within the inner chamber of the Wood Essence Cave. He sat cross-legged on a cushion, in front of him a small green cauldron floated. At this moment, the cauldron's lid was fully open, and from time to time, low rumbling thunder sounds could be heard as the electric light flashed. Han Li gazed at the cauldron for a while, then extended his hand. The cauldron glided gently and settled into his hands. With a single clap, the entire cauldron trembled, This thunderball flashed with electric light, its surface pulsing and contracting, yet it remained firmly enclosed within a cascade of silvery hair—precisely the lightning captured by Han Li during his celestial calamity. Though not as powerful as the golden and silver lightning he had first gathered, this heavenly lightning far surpassed ordinary electrical discharges in strength. Seizing this opportunity, Han Li naturally collected vast quantities of it, intending to refine numerous lightning orbs. While a single or two such orbs might only pose a slight threat to immortals at the Lingxu stage, a concerted display of a dozen or more would compel even cultivators at the Hétǐ stage to retreat. After repelling the initial two waves of heavenly lightning with the newly mastered Bìxié Shénlé method, Han Li absorbed all the remaining lightning into his Xūtiān Cauldron. The sheer volume of the silvery lightning was sufficient to produce dozens of lightning orbs in a single batch. However, due to the inherent strength of the heavenly lightning, these orbs were slightly less potent than those crafted previously. With such a substantial reserve, these orbs now served as a decisive weapon against unforeseen crises. Yet though this heavenly calamity posed no threat to him at all, the calamities were growing increasingly severe with each passing one. After perhaps seven or eight more such events, he would no longer be able to face them so easily. As for the great heavenly calamity following his advancement to the Liangxi level, it had always been extremely perilous from the very beginning—there were indeed several Liangxi-level beings who perished during their very first encounter with such a calamity. Far exceeding even the minor calamities. Nevertheless, these were matters for the future. For now, he faced a pressing difficulty: how to free himself from the depths of the Earth's abyss. Thinking ahead of the dangers that lay in store, Han Li's expression grew once again gloomy. Over the past year, Mu Qing, this female spirit, had diligently guided and refined his mastery of the technique of commanding lightning. Combined with his own deep expertise in the Divine Exorcising Lightning, he had quickly acquired a solid command over both the methods of releasing and summoning lightning. It seemed likely that within two years, he would meet Mu Qing's expectations. Perhaps precisely because of this, Mu Qing had grown considerably more amiable toward him, often offering occasional advice on his With this level of cultivation, even a mere Huashen-stage guide would bring him considerable benefits. Naturally, Han Li would not simply stay put here contentedly. During this time, he quietly surveyed the surroundings several times, checking for any weaknesses in the surrounding seals and studying methods to remove the four imprints within his body. If both issues could be resolved, he would certainly make a swift escape. Yet the results left Han Li chilled to the core. The seals surrounding the wooden essence cave were far more intricate than he had imagined. Once closed by Mu Qing, the entire cave effectively became a massive prison, making it nearly impossible for him to leave unnoticed. Of course, Han Li was not truly incapable of breaking through these seals. Whether it was the Yuanmagnetic Divine Light or the Spirit-Devouring Heavenly Fire, both were proven highly effective in overcoming such barriers. However, if he employed either of these divine abilities to forcefully break the seals, the moment he moved, Mu Qing would surely detect him—his fate would be dire indeed! As for the imprints planted within him by the four great demon kings, they proved even more troublesome. These imprints seemed to have taken root deep within his body, and despite employing every conceivable method, he could barely stimulate or activate them at all. The only viable solution was to gradually refine and consume them using the infant fire within him. Yet how easily could a fully consolidated demon king's imprint be thus consumed! Not only might the imprint's owner detect any movement of these imprints immediately, but even if he managed to force their consumption, it would likely take three to four years—perhaps longer—before any noticeable progress could be achieved. Thus, it was no wonder he found himself deeply frustrated. Nevertheless, Han Li was no ordinary person. After deep contemplation and careful thought, he had managed to devise a temporary workaround. At critical moments, he could use the power of the Primordial Magnetic Light and the Divine Lightning that purifies evil to temporarily mask the sensitivity of the four imprints within him. Although, out of caution not to disturb the existing balance, Han Li had not yet tested whether this method actually worked, his profound understanding of these two divine techniques gave him at least a seven-out-of-ten confidence that he could successfully implement it. Of course, such concealment could only be unexpected and temporary. Once the Four Great Demonic Kings detected him and forcibly summoned their seals at a certain distance, he would likely be unable to maintain this concealment for long. It was also a last-resort measure. Han Li exhaled deeply, as if releasing all his inner worries outside his body, then tossed the small cauldron he was holding forward, preparing to begin crafting the lightning orbs. Although this was the former cultivation site of Mu Qing, Han Li had re-established a series of seals, so he need not fear being secretly observed by the other party. Immediately, thunder roared within the chamber as Han Li began crafting one lightning orb after another. Several days later, a flash of green light shot from the garden direction, vanished swiftly, and then disappeared into the main door of the chamber. After a while, the yellow gate opened, and Han Li stepped out of the chamber, his brows slightly furrowed, his face expressing a look of surprise. It hasn't yet reached the seventh day when the method of summoning lightning is traditionally taught, so how could Mu Qing have sent a voice message to summon him at this time? This has never happened in the entire year. With a touch of curiosity, Han Li slowly walked along the path in the garden. In the storage bracelet on his wrist, there were now over thirty jade-like round beads, each about the size of a thumb, glowing vividly with a bright green light. These lightning beads had consumed nearly all the lightning energy that Han Li had gathered over the course of several hours. Without Mu Qing's message, he had originally intended to draw out all the heavenly lightning stored within the Xitian Cauldron at once. However, when Han Li reached the hall, he was momentarily stunned. For besides Mu Qing seated there, there sat another figure in a blood-red robe—none other than the Earth-Blood Elder. "Master Han, it seems the Earth-Blood Elder has come especially to see you," Mu Qing said calmly, holding a teacup in one hand and facing Han Li. —Half-day leave!