The red talismans on the surface of the box had been studied by Han Li long ago, and they revealed no particularly special qualities. The only concern was whether this spiritual talisman was linked or coordinated with the other seals inside the box. He didn't want to tear it off and immediately witness the jade box shattering, thus destroying the contents within. However, after such a long period of time, he now had a clear plan for removing the talisman. While others might find this troublesome, Han Li himself possessed several divine abilities that proved exceptionally effective in suppressing and overcoming various seals. Thus, as soon as he had set up his preventive measures, he tossed the jade box into the air, causing it to float steadily. Then, with a mere mental command, he reached out with a pale, jade-like hand, extending it toward the floating box. At that moment, a surge of spiritual magnetic light erupted from the black mountain in the air, growing even more concentrated than before. Simultaneously, as the white hand's fingers trembled, five white bone skulls shot out from the tips of the fingers, expanded with a roaring sound, and surged directly toward the jade box. They swirled around the jade chest, dancing above and below. "Break!" Han Li murmured, pointing at the five skeletal heads. A series of dull thuds followed, and each of the five heads opened its mouth simultaneously, spewing out waves of five-colored cold flames that instantly engulfed the jade chest. A powerful, yet extremely unstable surge erupted from the jade box, propelling a golden orb skyward—only for it to be instantly halted upon being caught mid-air by a hand of five hues. At that very moment, a tremendous "crack" resonated, and an ethereal, rosy-hued light array unexpectedly materialized at the center of the box. As it expanded and contracted, it seemed poised to burst. Han Li glanced at the array, struck by the terrifying spiritual energy within, and his face tightened. With a single hand gesture, the five-hued hand suddenly tightened its grip on the silver and golden orb, launching it as a vibrant arc of five hues to the corner of the room. Simultaneously, the surrounding aura of yuan-magnetic divine light instantly tightened, condensing into a solid, grayish column that firmly encased the white light array. Yet, just as the array seemed stable, it burst apart with a sudden, silent explosion—revealing a sudden, serene wave of white light. However, the beam of light immediately began to tremble violently, with strange ripples forming across its surface, as if it might be instantly burst and dispersed by the luminous glow. Han Li narrowed his eyes and emitted a cold exhalation. With a single breath, a sphere of silver flame shot forth. The sphere spun smoothly before transforming into a silver phoenix, which darted straight into the gray beam and plunged deep into the white glow. Five white bone skulls suddenly collapsed with a series of sharp cracks. At the same time, the great hand formed by five-colored flames flickered and appeared mysteriously atop Han Li's head. With a gentle release of his fingers, the orb of golden and silver light plummeted down into the air. Han Li flicked his sleeve and a wave of emerald light surged forth, instantly enclosing the light orb within his palm. Then, with a quick motion of his fingers, the golden-silver glow dimmed slightly, revealing its true form. He raised his hand and carefully examined it. The headman of the Wangu Clan had entrusted such a simple item with such solemnity. Though the token shimmered brilliantly, its edges showed signs of wear, suggesting it was ancient—far older than something recently forged. The material used was also peculiar: though it appeared ordinary, it felt icy on one side and scorching hot on the other, as if embodying both ice and fire properties. Han Li found himself pondering. Yet, as his fingers passed over one of the ancient characters, an unexpected phenomenon occurred. The token, which had seemed lifeless, suddenly exhaled a thin, silken beam of white light that flashed and vanished instantly. His palm first grew cool, then a sharp sting began to radiate, and the palm holding the token instantly grew damp. Han Li was startled, instinctively jerking his wrist, causing the token to rise into the air and hover motionless above his head. Then, he brought his palm back and pressed it gently before his face. To his astonishment, a wound several inches long appeared on his palm, with blood flowing freely and soaking his hand. Despite his robust physical strength and the divine skill of the Hundred Meridians Cultivation Technique refined in this hand, he had been so easily sliced by that seemingly insignificant strand of white silk—flowing out such a substantial amount of pure blood. This was truly astonishing. Han Li's lips twitched, still without any clear thoughts forming, when the seal suddenly emitted a long, resonant cry—like a dragon's roar. Instantly, a column of silver and gold light flashed upward, piercing through the roof and cutting straight through the sky, completely disregarding the Yuanmagnetic divine light and several layers of magical array barriers. After a few quick tremors at the corners of his eyes, Han Li's face alternated between gloomy and composed. After a brief thought, his body suddenly spun rapidly in place. Instantly, a cascade of radiant light surged forth, sweeping away the black mountain in the air and clearing the surrounding magical arrays in an instant. Then, his figure halted, and he moved steadily toward a corner of the room, where he sat cross-legged without a word. Remarkably, he paid no attention to the token floating above. Almost immediately after Han Li settled, within just a few breaths, the walls and the door of the room flashed with light, and several armored soldiers of Yun City, clad in black battle armor, materialized like ghosts, appearing suddenly within the room. Upon seeing the token that had caused such commotion, they were momentarily stunned, then swiftly turned their cold, piercing gaze upon Han Li. But upon sensing Han Li's cultivation level, the infantry soldiers—whose own levels were far below his—gently flushed. "This is your treasure. Didn't you know that in Yun City, large-power artifacts are not allowed to be activated, and excessive spiritual energy usage is strictly prohibited?" asked one of the soldiers, who appeared to be in charge. Meanwhile, the soldiers surrounding them expressed growing confusion and turned their gaze toward Han Li, whose own lips slightly trembled. After taking a deep breath and preparing to once again cast a spell to channel his hand power, a soft, gentle voice suddenly came from outside the room: "No need to waste your effort! Since the Guanghan Command has already been activated in advance, it has now locked onto the spatial coordinates and will remain immobile. Unless you manage to shatter the entire space within a hundred zhang radius, it will not budge at all." As soon as the words were spoken, a ripple of spatial disturbance surged within the room, and a faint, indistinct figure materialized suddenly, appearing seamlessly at the very center of the room. Upon seeing the figure clearly, the surrounding soldiers all exchanged expressions of surprise, bowing respectfully. The leading soldier went a step further, offering a courteous greeting: "The Seventh-Thirty-Third Enforcement Squad of Xicheng, respectfully bowing to White Elder!" The figure turned out to be a man dressed in a fine silk robe, with completely white hair and a face that looked youthful. "The Guanghan Command is indeed authentic. Remarkable—truly didn't expect that not all of it had fallen into the Jiaochi clan's hands; one of them has even been carried out!" The young man with white hair had thick, dark brows and a square, composed face, yet he paid no attention to anyone else, merely gazing at the glowing golden and silver command tablet in the air, his face alight with delight. ------------ ANNOUNCEMENT ------------ The matter has now been resolved. Please refrain from posting repeatedly in the complaint section!