The giant pheasant shimmered into a streak of azure light, flapping its wings and shooting out over ten zhang. However, the Han Li who had transformed into the pheasant was vigorously channeling the Daxian Sect's internal cultivation techniques, using his powerful spiritual awareness to forcibly encase the four royal spirit imprints. Yet these royal imprints were exceptionally potent. Even with the application of several secret arts from the Daxian True Scripture and the added strength of the celestial pheasant form, Han Li could only achieve a temporary seal—likely lasting no more than one or two days before the imprints would burst through and reappear. By doing so, Han Li naturally made the six-footed royal beasts believe he had perished, thus facilitating his subsequent maneuvers. At present, his priority was to swiftly rescue the two young women, Yuan Yao, from the ghost nuns, and then find a location of extreme coldness where the two could expel the imprints. Only then could he fully resolve this pressing concern. Under normal circumstances, Han Li would not be able to accomplish this. But with the protection of the Yin Thunder Beast, the situation would be entirely different. Calculating the time he had secured for several immortal kings, it wasn't very long—these beings should have only just entered the so-called "Divine Pool Realm." Even knowing that the beast had returned, given their deep regard for the冥河神乳, they would certainly not hastily withdraw, abandoning their efforts. When the Thunder-Element Beast broke free from the Nine-Heaven, Dry-Position Seal and returned to its lair in a furious state, it would precisely intercept these several immortal kings. Under the situation of diverting disaster to the east, as long as he didn't face direct confrontation with Liu Zhu or Mu Qing and the others, he still had a strong chance of rescuing Yuan Yao and the two female disciples. The jade plaque was inscribed with a grand nine-grid pattern, but now it had shattered into countless fragments from the center. Han Li's face changed instantly; he instinctively glanced behind him before quickly drawing the plaque to his side. With his other hand, he brushed lightly against his storage bracelet, and a purple scroll shimmering with mysterious runes appeared in his hands—exactly the Taiyi Hua Qing Scroll. Without hesitation, Han Li raised his hand gently before him and then released it. The purple scroll burst into fragments, revealing several bright silver runes that spiraled around him, dancing up and down. A series of soft "pffft" sounds followed, and the runes transformed into a dense mist of silver, swiftly engulfing him. After a moment, the mist dispersed, leaving the spot completely empty. Han Li had now become ethereal, drifting downward slowly until he settled beneath a large tree, then raised his head to gaze silently at the sky. Eventually, faint thunder sounds began to echo from the horizon. Not long after, a flash of lightning streaked across the sky. The Yin-Lei beast glided past, wrapped in arcs of electricity, completely unaware of Han Li concealed within the mountain range below. After several flashes, the silver arcs vanished without a trace at the horizon. Han Li's gaze flickered, yet he remained still and hidden beneath the tree. Half a minute later, sensing that the time had passed, Han Li shook his shoulders slightly. A flash of silver light revealed his form. Successive silver runes emerged from his body, gathered low in the air, and coalesced into a purple scroll, which then gently descended. With a single hand motion, Han Li summoned the purple scroll, which transformed into a beam of purple light and settled into his sleeve. At the same time, a surge of green light emanated from him, and he took off once more, forming a green rainbow, heading precisely in the same direction as the Yin-Lei beast. Not long afterward, Han Li returned to his original black light barrier. Upon settling his light and hovering slightly above, he glanced downward, his expression subtly shifting. A thick wave of scorched air surged upward, thousands of ghostly corpses piled up around the area, blackened and scorched as though each had been violently struck by thunderbolts. The surrounding air roared with strong, turbulent winds, carrying residual disturbances of the magical seals—seeming as though the seals had only been partially established before being abruptly shattered. He had originally intended to have a high-ranking spirit creature secretly monitor the movements of Han Li and the Yin Lei Beast. Yet unexpectedly, Han Li had completely disrupted this plan. As Han Li circled through the lower sky, he found no living spirit creatures present—either all wiped out by the Yin Lei Beast, or the surviving ones had already fled. Han Li did not pursue this matter further; upon a slight lift of his brow and a moment's pause, his gaze settled on the shimmering blue passage. He stroked his chin, pondering. But then, as his gaze shifted, his sleeve trembled slightly, and a stack of silver talismans shot out from his body. As the characters on the talismans glowed, it became clear that they were another set of Ji Gong Tian Qian Talismans. Since these talismans were difficult to craft, Han Li had only produced two sets in total. One had already been used earlier, so this was naturally the final set of Ji Gong Tian Qian Talismans. Han Li then formed a series of hand seals, channeling a sequence of spells directly at the talismans. An utterly astonishing scene unfolded. Under Han Li's incantation, the silver scrolls shot forth toward the entrance of the passage, only to vanish into the nearby void. It seemed as though Han Li had employed some secret technique to conceal the entire set of scrolls. Han Li drew his hand gesture, then glanced at the hidden locations of the scrolls with a steady blue glow in his eyes, nodding in satisfaction. Suddenly, recalling something else, he flipped his palm again, and two more silver scrolls emerged. These differed markedly from the earlier Nine Palaces Tian Qian scrolls—there were no flickering characters, but instead, faint silhouettes of human figures were engraved upon them, their features blurred, clad in golden battle armor. One scroll featured a figure holding a golden lance, while the other showed a figure wielding two swords. Remarkably, the two figures slowly swayed on the scrolls, occasionally moving their weapons, as if truly alive. After Han Li released the scroll, he brought both hands together, and instantly, silver light flashed, causing the two scrolls to burst with a sharp "pop" sound. As the silver light rippled, two golden translucent figures shot out swiftly, spiraling around before darting toward the ground, where they vanished into the shimmering streaks of light that formed the reflection of Han Li's shadow on the surface. None of them was something he could handle; he could only prepare more thoroughly, just in case. Huang Lin, having summoned the Jia Yuan Fu, hadn't yet ceased his efforts. With a single breath, he expelled another orb of silver flame, which spun continuously until it transformed into a large, enduring spirit-devouring phoenix. Then, with a single hand motion, he launched十余 glowing green lightning orbs that were instantly swallowed whole by the silver phoenix as it opened its beak. The phoenix then spiraled once and plunged headlong into a nearby towering giant tree, vanishing into its trunk. After completing these actions, Huang Lin exhaled deeply, steadied his mind, and raised his hand again, summoning a purple scroll that floated between his fingers. With a gentle flick, his form dissolved into a mist, becoming insubstantial. He drifted slowly toward the blue entrance, which appeared like a dragon's den and a tiger's lair, entering silently and without a sound. As soon as he stepped beyond the black curtain, Huang Lin glanced around, his brow furrowing immediately. The surroundings were pitch black—utterly dark. Only at a distance or near, some pale stone blocks shimmered with a faint glow, making Han Li almost think he had once again returned to the depths of the abyss. Yet, with his keen spiritual sight, he naturally paid little attention to such details. With a slight narrowing of his eyes, Han Li clearly perceived everything around him. The surroundings appeared remarkably desolate—besides scattered stones of varying sizes, there was little else to be seen. Even from a distance, no tall trees came into view. Occasional plants were merely low-growing shrubs. Han Li took several deep breaths, sensing the unusually dense spiritual energy in the air, which stirred a quiet sense of curiosity within him. Nevertheless, he did not linger at the entrance. As soon as he moved, he began to glide forward. Though he had no clear idea of where the divine pool might be located, he generally believed that heading toward the center of the seal would not be wrong. Even with his body partially ethereal, Han Li's speed of movement remained quite brisk. The journey of several li was completed in no time. To his surprise, a structure resembling a palace emerged faintly in the darkness at a distance. Though not particularly tall—only several dozen zhang in height—and constructed entirely of rough, ordinary stones, it clearly confirmed that he had not mistaken his location. Immediately, Han Li activated his spell and sped toward the palace. The entrance featured a square gate several dozen zhang high, with a dark black stone door fully open outward. As an instinctive gesture, Han Li sent his consciousness scanning near the gate. Suddenly, his eyes widened, and he halted mid-motion. On either side of the stone door, two strong streams of yin qi flowed, suggesting the presence of two high-level ghost beings concealed there. Han Li was somewhat surprised, yet upon recalling the thousands of ghosts previously extinguished at the entrance, a sense of clarity dawned upon him.