A moment later, Han Li entered the inner chamber and settled cross-legged, only to have his pupils slightly constrict. There, in a corner of the chamber, he spotted three gray-white stone fragments. These were the very odd stone platters he had obtained several years ago from the blue dragon's abode beneath the sea. Back then, he had used the gold-devouring insects to break them down into pieces, but due to his busy focus on cultivation, he had not yet taken time to properly process this treasure. The stones were remarkably heavy, and originally, Han Li had intended to refine them into a pure, potent artifact. However, the gold-devouring insects that consumed them unexpectedly underwent individual mutations. This development left him somewhat hesitant. The very fact that mature specimens of the insects could mutate again demonstrated the stones' exceptional rarity. Yet, insect mutations were not always beneficial—while most of the new abilities evolved positively, some actually weakened the insects themselves. At least, among the over a thousand mutated golden-devouring insects that Fan Li had cultivated, aside from their increasingly resilient bodies and dramatically increased weight, he had not yet discovered any other remarkable uses for them. Moreover, generally speaking, once a spiritual insect undergoes mutation, it is quite difficult for it to undergo a second mutation. Therefore, back then, he had not fed all the mature-bodied spiritual insects to these creatures, hesitating to determine their ultimate purpose. However, now, after hearing from the elder Ji-ang about the golden-devouring insect king, he was greatly intrigued and would no longer easily allow the mature-bodied golden-devouring insects to undergo mutation. Otherwise, should a suitable cultivation method be discovered later, but the mutation process prevent the emergence of the insect king, he would undoubtedly be deeply regretful. Furthermore, on this current journey, he now had a better idea for handling these unusually heavy stones. With a flash of blue light in his eyes, he raised his arm and extended a dark, ink-black palm from within his sleeve. The five fingers trembled slightly, and a black glow shimmered at the palm. A mountain several inches in size materialized. In an instant, the mountain radiated a gray glow, expanding to a height of a zhang and standing firmly in the space just in front of him. A golden flash surged over his body, revealing a translucent, three-headed, six-armed phantom figure behind him. With a low cry, he raised his six arms simultaneously, reaching out toward the stone blocks in the corner. A decade ago, before the integration of the Kūnpéng and the Five-Colored Peacock's true blood, even such a gesture might not have moved this gray-white stone at all. But now, not only had his cultivation advanced to the late Stage of Huáshén, but his physical strength—amplified by the two true bloods—had also grown significantly. Thus, with a single gesture, one of the stones shifted slightly, causing the entire chamber to tremble and rise gently, drifting steadily toward him. Han Li, seeing this, slightly curved his five fingers of the dark, palm-like hand, and instantly the entire Yuanmagnetic Mountain before him burst forth with a radiant gray glow. Countless gray misty filaments shot out, tightly ensnaring the gray-white stone that had flown toward it, sealing it completely so that no wind or rain could penetrate. At the same time, the six golden arms of the Buddhist-Sacred True Magic Form behind him also moved. The gray stone then shot straight toward the black little mountain. As Han Li raised his brow slightly and uttered his incantation, he also pointed firmly at the mountain. Instantly, the Yuanmagnetic Mountain expanded in form, and on the side facing the gray-white stone, a strange large opening appeared, filled with myriad streams of gray light. This was a secret technique Han Li had mastered—after fully integrating the mountain into his palm and achieving complete control over it, and only after attaining a certain level of cultivation. Before he had practiced the Hundred Meridians and Treasure Cultivation Technique, or even before leaving the great island, he would never have been able to achieve such a feat. A tremendous roar echoed as the gray-white stone, enveloped in luminous filaments and propelled by immense force, plunged into the opening revealed by the Yuanmagnetic Divine Mountain. The impact shook the mountain, sending it several meters sideways before it crashed heavily onto the ground. A second, even more startling rumble followed, causing the sealed light screens on the floor and walls of the chamber to tremble slightly. Remarkably, the base of the mountain sank several inches into the ground. Though the Yuanmagnetic Divine Mountain was no lightweight, it could not have withstood the extraordinary weight of the stone without some transformation. Fortunately, the entire chamber had been reinforced by Han Li beforehand with protective seals, making collapse or disintegration unlikely. Now, Han Li gazed at the opening formed in the Yuanmagnetic Divine Mountain, his face expressing a curious expression. He then pressed his palms together and murmured a series of incantations, then opened his mouth. A shimmering silver flame burst forth, forming a spherical orb of silver light. As soon as the fire ball emerged, it spun around and transformed into a fiery bird. After a single spiral, it plunged headlong into the open entrance of the Yuanmagnetic Divine Mountain, propelled by the final incantation. Han Li merely flicked his wrist without hesitation, and the storage bracelet detached and shot forward. The ring only flashed with a shimmer in the air, then a wave of rosy light swept up several vials, jars, and wooden boxes, depositing them all on the ground before him. With a mere sweep of his consciousness, the lids of these items opened automatically, revealing a variety of crafting materials inside. Most were rare and hard-to-find auxiliary components. Half of them had been acquired by Han Li during his time in Tianyuan City, using vast quantities of spiritual stones and medicinal herbs, while the other half had been gathered during his stay on the human world and his visits to the Tianpeng Clan. Han Li glanced over the materials and immediately identified the auxiliary components he needed. With a graceful wave of his sleeve—! A shimmering band of azure light surged forth, and wherever the light touched, dozens of pre-prepared finished or semi-finished materials rose from their containers, carried en masse into the entrance of the small mountain. Immediately, a clear, pleasant chime resonated from within, followed by a flash of silver light, and an intense, scorching heat surged out, causing the surrounding air to warp and blur momentarily. Han Li's expression tightened, and with a single gesture, a glow of gray light ignited in his palm. As if in response, a similar gray shimmer emanated from the Yuanmagnetic Mountain, and the entrance at its midsection gradually closed, the intense heat vanishing instantly. Han Li had originally intended to use the mountain's very body as the furnace, employing the Spirit-Consuming Fire Bird to fully refine and integrate that gray-white stone into the mountain's core. Thus, not only would the unyielding nature of the stones offer defensive advantages, but the sudden, substantial added weight alone would transform the mountain into a formidable weapon. Of course, even with the might of the Spirit-Consuming Heavenly Fire, these stones would not easily melt. Otherwise, Han Li would have dropped all three stones into the core at once, rather than just one-third of them. Yet even thus, if the fragments of the stone platform were truly integrated into the Yuanmagnetic Mountain, it would still take several decades—fully integrating all three would take at least a century. Given such a lengthy process, Han Li would never have undertaken such a time-consuming endeavor had he relied solely on his own Yuan婴 fire. Now that the Spirit-Consuming Heavenly Fire is doing the melting, it has become a matter of no concern. At most, over the past hundred years, he has simply ceased to use the Yuanmagnetic Mountain. While thinking thus, Han Li murmured incantations, casting a spell upon the small mountain, and at the same time, his six golden hands in the back-form reached out, grasping and releasing it. Instantly, the small mountain swayed and shrank to a size of just a few inches, then gently floated to a corner of the chamber before settling down again. Until the stone blocks within this mountain body are fully refined, Han Li cannot draw them back into his body and must therefore set them aside as they are. Then, after a brief thought, Han Li raised his hand and grasped at the storage bracelet floating in the air. Instantly, a translucent jade box soared forth and settled steadily into his palm. With his other hand, he brushed his fingers across the lid of the box. The lid flew open, revealing a crimson seed about the size of a thumb, and a rich, intense aroma of medicine filled the air—exactly the seed of the Qing Luo Fruit that Han Li had obtained from the Tian Peng Clan. With this seed, he could easily mature genuine Qing Luo Fruit using the small vial's power, and subsequently prepare the famed "Tian Luo Pill." Once he had this pill, combined with the Black Flame Pill he already possessed, the likelihood of successfully breaking through his current bottleneck would naturally increase significantly. Han Li picked up the seed between two fingers, examined it carefully with narrowed eyes, and then instantly projected his consciousness into the chamber. After a brief moment, the hazy green veil surrounding them suddenly shimmered, and a cluster of dark light shot inward—precisely the second prenatal essence. Without needing to speak a word, Han Li simply placed the fruit kernel back into the jade box and then threw it forward. The second prenatal essence gently waved its small hand, skillfully catching the wooden box in its grasp, before shifting slightly and vanishing once more into the luminous veil behind. Having completed these two important tasks, Han Li took a deep breath and slowly closed his eyes. Next, he would focus on mastering the newly acquired sword technique, assessing whether the first set—the "Chunli Sword Formation"—truly possessed exceptional power. He would then decide whether to abandon the Dajing Sword Formation and instead refine his seventy-two Qingzhu Fengyun Swords. The power of the Chunli Sword Formation could be effectively utilized from mid-to-late Stage of Transformation, yet in terms of complexity and depth, it indeed surpassed the Dajing Sword Formation. Time passed gradually, and after three months, Han Li only stirred to awaken from his meditative state with a slight movement of his eyes. Yet his expression was strangely uncertain, as though hesitating. "Chun Li, I now understand. I had no idea why this array was given such an unusual name—it's clearly a sword formation centered on illusion magic. That truly comes as a surprise. Then, the power of this formation must depend entirely on the spiritual awareness and the resistance of the cultivator's cultivation method to illusion magic. How can we determine that, though?" Han Li furrowed his brows, his face shifting between gloom and concern. After standing in thoughtful silence for a full moment, his mind actively weighing the pros and cons, he finally settled on a decision. With Qingyuan Zi's unique talent in creating the Qingyuan Sword Technique, his willingness to abandon the Dageng Sword Formation and instead adopt illusion magic as the foundation of this formation indicates that the Chun Li Sword Formation must possess distinct advantages. The Da-Geng Sword Array was certainly no problem against cultivators of the same stage, but when encountering beings at the Consolidated Stage, it began to show its limitations. Most importantly, the Qing-Pan Sword Array positioned behind the Chunli Sword Array also required refined flying swords to be set up. After carefully weighing the pros and cons, Han Li ultimately had to make the difficult decision to abandon the Da-Geng Sword Array. As for remaking a set of flying swords, Han Li never even considered it—after all, flying swords didn't need to be particularly outstanding; as long as they were sufficient to support the sword arrays, that was enough. Having too many would inevitably slow down the cultivation process of the flying swords. Han Li certainly didn’t want his essential divine artifact to end up being a mere afterthought by the end.