Deep within the great mountain, in a secluded chamber of his sanctuary, a flash of pale blue electric arc surged, illuminating his face with radiant joy. With the aid of the True Toad Spirit Liquid, after more than a century of arduous cultivation, he finally fully refined the spiritual essence contained within the Heavenly Peacock Relic, achieving a state of complete perfection at the late stage of his Dao Spirit cultivation. As a result, he successfully mastered the secret techniques of refining the True Dragon and True Phoenix Spirit Bloods. Naturally, he seamlessly integrated both spirit bloods into his body and gained command over the unique variations of the Two Great Awakening Techniques of the True Dragon and True Phoenix. At that time, Han Li had reached an unparalleled state—his physical form and spiritual power had both reached the absolute pinnacle attainable within the Dao Spirit stage. Meanwhile, the Qing Luo fruit kernel had also grown into several Qing Luo fruit trees. Using this fruit as the primary ingredient, after multiple failed attempts, he finally succeeded in producing a batch of over a dozen Heavenly Luo Pills. With all preparations now complete, Han Li, supported by three Black Flame Pills and three Heavenly Luo Pills, finally began his ascent toward the Ling Xu stage. To be honest, Han Li has been rather fortunate. Out of three Tian Luo Dan, two proved effective, enhancing the effects of two Black Flame Dan by two to three times. Under such favorable conditions, after several months of dedicated effort, he finally succeeded in channeling the celestial and terrestrial qi within a radius of ten thousand li to nourish his body, smoothly entering the Lian Xu stage—his cultivation and spiritual awareness both doubling, and significantly exceeding that. Yet now, Han Li hovers gently in midair within the chamber, his eyes closed, sensing everything around him. The previously somewhat hazy celestial and terrestrial qi now appears remarkably clear, as if he could simply lift his hand and gather it into his palms, as though he could grasp it with his bare hands. Suddenly, his eyelid flickers, and he indeed raises his hand, reaching out to grasp at the space nearby. A series of sharp crackling sounds echoed as five shimmering, tangible crystal streaks shot forth from his fingertips. Moments later, scattered points of light flickered briefly, and countless rice-grain-sized, multicolored luminous dots materialized out of nowhere, vanishing instantly within the streaks. Then, the crystal glow surged, and a translucent, vibrant five-toned hand unexpectedly emerged from the void. Han Li opened his eyes, smiled satisfactorily, and with a wave of his hand, the luminous palm before him instantly dissolved and vanished. He drifted downward slowly, landing on the ground. His gaze swept across the room and settled on an object in one corner—the Yuanmagnetic Divine Mountain that had been housed there for over a century. Over the past hundred years, Han Li had gradually placed the other two stones into this mountain as well, beginning the process of fusion. With a calculation of time, it seemed the fusion process was now nearing completion. With this thought, Han Li no longer hesitated and gently extended his hand toward the distant object. A loud boom echoed, and the entire chamber trembled before the black mountain rose into the air and shot swiftly toward him. Suddenly, he parted his five fingers, and the black mountain immediately emitted a resonant hum, halting just at a close distance. This time, Han Li examined it carefully. Compared to before, the Yuanmagnetic Divine Mountain showed no change at all—still dark and solid as ever. Yet the fact that it could be summoned so effortlessly, with no apparent effort at all, clearly indicates that the stone fragments and debris from the mountain have indeed become fully integrated into the mountain itself. Otherwise, even if his magical prowess had greatly advanced, he could not have achieved such seamless control. Nodding in agreement, he cast a spell directly at the small hill. A flash of green light revealed that the spell instantly merged with the mountain's body upon contact, vanishing without trace. At the same time, the surface of the hill shimmered with a silver glow, and a silver flame erupted, spiraling before transforming into a silver phoenix. Indeed, the Phoenix of Spirit Devouring! However, this phoenix appeared noticeably smaller than before, and its demeanor seemed somewhat weary. Clearly, the continuous process of refining the stone fragments over the past hundred years had sapped a significant portion of its original essence. Seeing this, Han Li felt a touch of concern, murmuring a low command and raising his hand toward the phoenix. Instantly, the phoenix shot toward Han Li, vanished in a flash, and then plunged into his body. Han Li probably needed to nurture this fire within him thoroughly before it could regain its original vitality. A smile played at the corner of his lips, and he cast another hand seal toward the black mound. The mound spun smoothly and, in the flickering gray light, vanished instantly. At the next moment, Han Li's dark palm suddenly flipped upward. As the black light shimmered, a miniature mountain, only three inches tall, materialized above his palm and then settled down with no ceremony. It vanished in a flash. Simultaneously, a silver mountain motif emerged on the back of his hand. In this brief span, Han Li had once again sealed the Yuanmagnetic Sacred Mountain within his grasp. Yet Han Li's face suddenly grew pale—his raised arm plunged downward suddenly, and his body was carried forward, staggering slightly. "Unfortunate!" Han Li silently exclaimed in his mind, quickly bending his knees and slightly blurring his other arm, which instantly supported the descending palm. After several successive shifts in balance, he finally steadied himself. At the very moment he sealed the Yuanmagnetic Sacred Mountain into his hands, his entire arm suddenly felt astonishingly heavy—so heavy that even with his extraordinary strength, he nearly fell to the ground. At this moment, he could only barely maintain his posture. Han Li naturally felt both surprised and furious, yet in a flash of thought, he began to grasp the underlying reason. Although he had previously fully integrated the Yuanmagnetic Sacred Mountain with his hands using the Hundred Meridians for Treasure Forging Technique, the newly added stone platforms had not yet undergone this method of refinement. Thus, the current mishap occurred when these materials were being incorporated into his body. It seemed clear that if he wished to control the mountain as effortlessly as before, he would need to apply the Treasure Forging Technique once again to properly refine and integrate the new components. After carefully contemplating it in his mind, Han Li did not hesitate, immediately settling into a meditative posture, one hand supporting an arm. As a golden light flashed above his head, a golden-green infant spirit, half a foot tall, suddenly appeared at the vertex of his skull. This infant spirit appeared solemn, with golden and green light halos constantly shimmering on its surface. Good news—the mountain had previously been tempered and refined. Now, only the stone piers embedded within it needed a little additional refinement; otherwise, the process would have taken far longer. That day, suddenly, the infant flame in Yuan'ing's mouth ceased, and then a flash of spiritual light passed through him—before he vanished completely from sight. As soon as Han Li noticed this change, he slightly loosened his hand seal, concluding the current refinement process. Though the duration was brief and not sufficient to complete the full refinement, at least his palm would not become unusually heavy. The remaining refinement would naturally proceed gradually, as the mountain was eventually sealed and fully integrated with his palm. This process would certainly not be accomplished within a few years. With a simple movement, Han Li moved his sealed palm, gently flexing it, and felt no unusual sensations—his face brightened with satisfaction. At that moment, however, Han Li's brows furrowed suddenly, and he stood up, stepping decisively toward the door. A heavy, creaking sound echoed as the massive stone door opened on its own. Han Li's figure flickered, and he appeared outside the chamber. Outside, a small black figure floated in midair, smiling gently at Han Li. It was his Second Yuan婴! Han Li said nothing. With a single hand gesture, the Second Yuan婴 shimmered and dissolved into a streak of dark light, vanishing into the top of Han Li's skull. After a brief moment of closed eyes and quiet contemplation, Han Li gained a clear understanding of all events over the past century and the recent developments. "Those beasts have come back again—seeking me out?" Han Li's eyes widened, revealing a slightly puzzled expression. Yet he did not hesitate. With a steady step, he moved directly toward the hall. After a few turns, Han Li reached the entrance to the hall, where voices were faintly echoing within. Han Li raised an eyebrow, made no formalities, and stepped inside immediately. The person speaking within paused mid-sentence, their gaze sweeping across the room—each one of them stared in open astonishment. Han Li glanced around and immediately spotted four immortal beasts standing at either side of the hall—precisely the ones he had previously traded with for the wood-essence flowers: the ox-headed young beast, the golden ape, the three-headed serpent, and the massive pig demon. Then his figure flickered, and the dark glow descended, instantly transforming into a small monkey about half a foot tall. With a single leap, it dashed toward Han Li. Han Li shook his sleeve, and amidst a flash of霞light, the monkey vanished seamlessly into the sleeve without a trace.