Hán Lì, upon hearing the young crystal-kin woman's words, did not waste time further elaborating—he immediately took the black mist into his hands. Though the lid of the box was sealed with incantation seals, these were insufficient to fully block his divine awareness, allowing him to sense something of significance. "Hmm!" Hán Lì emitted a soft sound of surprise, glanced at the young woman, and a hint of amazement appeared on his face. "It seems you truly know something—no mere exaggeration!" he said, narrowing his eyes slowly. "As for me, I have only half-guessed. Why not open it up and examine it carefully before deciding whether to accept this item? By the way, this location is not very convenient. Perhaps we should go to another place and discuss this in greater detail." The woman's eyes sparkled with a gentle glow, and she smiled gracefully. Then, with a single hand motion, she produced a magical platform from her hand, glanced toward the door, and, with one hand forming a seal while murmuring words, pointed at the platform. Instantly, the platform radiated brilliant light, and a broad band of five-colored light cascaded out in all directions. This woman and Han Li were instantly enveloped within this band of luminous hues. Han Li's brow twitched slightly, sensing a noticeable spatial ripple emanating from the five-colored light aura. His gaze flickered several times, yet his feet remained firmly rooted, showing no intention of retreating. As the light aura circled Han Li, it gradually coalesced into a five-colored luminous array. Han Li suddenly found himself surrounded by a hazy, blurred landscape, as if he had been transported into a dim, misty expanse. This space was remarkably compact—no more than a dozen zhang in size—save for a single table and two chairs positioned in a corner. At his feet, however, a shimmering five-colored transmission array pulsed gently. The crystal-kin woman stood beside him, smiling calmly. "This is a specially created small spatial rift that I arranged. Should we speak again here, no one will be able to detect our presence. Of course, with the elder's divine abilities, even without a transmission disc, returning to the original space would be as effortless as breathing." "The young woman of the Crystal Clan gently pressed her full red lips and spoke with grace. As Han Li's divine awareness touched the spatial barriers around him, he naturally sensed that her words were true, and nodded satisfiedly, then, without further ceremony, brushed his hand once over the chest. Instantly, a flash of emerald light passed through, and two scrolls immediately fluttered down, while the lid of the chest opened with a single motion. A surge of black mist suddenly erupted from within the chest, swirling around it with a roaring sound, as if ready to spread out and envelop the surrounding area. Yet Han Li seemed to have anticipated this very scene. Suddenly, he opened his mouth, and a wave of golden radiance burst forth. Under the sweeping influence of this light, the black mist was drawn into a slender column of black vapor, which Han Li then effortlessly drew into his body and swallowed whole. 'What a refined magical essence!' Han Li murmured, a gentle glow flowing across his face, as though receiving a substantial nourishment. These black mist were indeed exceptionally pure magical energies, yet for Han Li's cultivation of the Buddhist-Sacred True Magic Technique, as long as he didn't absorb too much at once, they could easily be transformed The woman from the Jing clan was struck with a look of astonishment. She knew well the power of the magical aura emanating from the chest box—how could she not? Each time she opened it, she first fortified herself with countless layers of protective spells before daring to approach the contents. Otherwise, even a slight exposure to the aura might cause her to lose much of her cultivation, or worse, result in her immediate demise. At that moment, Han Li extended his hand toward the open chest, palm outstretched, and with a single gesture, a dark object shot forth, spiraling before landing in his hand. To his surprise, it was a purple battle armor, half a foot in size—its form rugged and imposing, with sharp spines protruding from both shoulders and knees, and its surface adorned with intricate black patterns, radiating a powerful magical aura. It was clearly a magically transformed battle armor. Yet, upon closer inspection, a large, obvious hole was visible in the chest area, its edges shattered and the armor severely damaged. Han Li gazed at the armor in his hands, his expression now one of surprise. With the profound and sacred True Demon Power cultivation level he had attained, he naturally sensed the incomparable might contained within the current demon armor before him—undoubtedly the most powerful battle armor he had ever witnessed since entering the immortal realm. Moreover, even under its current state of damage, if restored, its power would surely reach an unimaginable level. Han Li gazed at the demon armor on the figure's form, his expression shifting between gloom and uncertainty. "This Purple Demon Armor was a fortunate acquisition of mine, obtained by accident. Initially, I had no knowledge of its origin, but after thorough investigations, I discovered it to be a legendary celestial-origin demon armor—seemingly a naturally formed battle armor of a particularly formidable celestial demon. However, judging by the extent of its damage, the original owner likely has already perished. At present, its power appears to be only about one-tenth of its original strength. Of course, if it were properly refined and restored, it could potentially recover to two or three-tenths of its former glory." The crystal族 woman smiled and said. "A celestial demon?!" "That was a creature nearly as refined as a true spirit—no wonder the magical essence within this armor is so pure. It truly takes credit from your friend for finding such a thing." Han Li took a deep breath and spoke seriously. Suddenly, he tossed the miniature magical armor into the air and raised a single golden hand seal. The golden light flashed and instantly merged into the purple armor. Immediately, the patterns on the armor's surface flickered and then expanded several times in size, while the magical aura grew noticeably denser and rolled out in waves around it. Upon seeing the dark magical surge approaching, the crystal-people woman's face tightened slightly. Suddenly, she raised her hand and launched several translucent scrolls, which then burst open, forming a solid white light shield that fully enclosed her. When the magical aura touched the shield, it emitted a strange hissing sound and was effectively repelled, staying outside. Han Li observed this scene with a look that was half-smiling, half-ironic. Suddenly, he pressed his palms together in a series of gestures, and a brilliant golden light surged from his body. A golden halo appeared above his head, and then, abruptly, a three-headed, six-armed form materialized before him. Indeed, this celestial martial armor still retains its spirit and can be effectively commanded by the Buddha-Saint True Demon Power. This is no surprise, for this technique originally sprang from the mysterious martial arts of the ancient demon realm. Although the ancient demons differ greatly from the heavenly-origin demon lords, they share the same fundamental essence—true demon energy. Of course, should the heavenly-origin armor remain undamaged, fully imbued with spirit, or if the original owner still lives, it would be nearly impossible to claim it. "Excellent—this armor truly suits me well. Yet regretfully, it has been damaged. Otherwise…" Han Li nodded, yet his face was filled with deep regret. "Had the armor remained intact, I believe I could have secured it in my hands. However, if the senior can bear the cost, I am confident I can restore it to at least two-thirds of its original potency." Although the crystalline maiden stared intently at the ethereal form floating above, her heart racing with astonishment, she remained composed and spoke calmly. "You can repair this armor. Oh, I nearly forgot—since you are from the crystalline race, it's quite possible for you to mend it. But what is the cost you're referring to? And how do you intend to sell this armor to me?" Han Li smiled and bowed slightly again, addressing the person across from him. "To be honest, this item was originally priceless. Yet, it is a magical armor—only a magical cultivator can wield it effectively. Such cultivators are exceptionally rare on the Thunder Roar Continent. As for those who have reached your level of mastery, I have never seen one before. That is why this armor has remained in my possession until now." "Then, how about this: if you have any rare materials or fine elixirs to offer, simply present them, and add some premium spiritual stones. With that, I will consider selling this armor to you." "The crystalline maiden seemed to have already considered this matter thoroughly, and after a brief pause, spoke with decisive confidence. "That's really that simple?" Han Li was momentarily stunned by her reply. The condition did indeed seem quite ordinary. Upon hearing this, the crystalline maiden only smiled and remained silent. "Could you first explain how to repair this magical armor?" Han Li's expression brightened, and instead of immediately responding, he suddenly asked about the method of repairing the magical armor. The crystalline maiden hesitated slightly before finally sighed and said, "Repairing this armor is actually quite straightforward—provided that you have a sufficient number of 'mystic cores,' I can easily mend it." "What exactly are mystic cores?" Han Li furrowed his brows, having never heard of this material before. "Mystic cores are essentially the inner essences of high-tier mythical beasts. To be effective for this celestial magical armor, we would need at least hundreds of such cores—each one must come from a mythical beast of at least upper-tier rank within the noble clans." One of them will serve as the primary material for repairing the magical armor, and the higher its rank, the better. Ideally, the inner essence of a divinity-tier beast would be perfect." The woman spoke slowly and seriously. "A divinity-tier beast? Are you jesting, friend? With so many high-rank essences, where would I even find them for you, let alone divinity-tier ones? I suspect the cost of repairing this armor will be far greater than the price of purchasing it outright. Are you merely making this up as you go?" Han Li's face darkened, and he replied with directness. "You're mistaken, elder. The repair's effectiveness after the upgrade depends almost entirely on the quality of the primary material—the magical essence. While I can repair the armor using slightly lower-tier essences, the results will be significantly less impressive. Should we use divinity-tier essences, the power of the armor could increase by at least two to three times. Such a substantial enhancement is naturally worth the higher cost. And since I've mentioned divinity-tier essences, I do have some leads on them." I have two messages I can freely share with the elders—both of which can secure a saint-tier magical core." The crystal族 woman smiled warmly, as if she had carefully considered these points beforehand.