A luminous, jet-black orb, about the size of a boiled egg, radiating a subtle black aura—this was precisely the goal of Han Li’s journey: the magical core of a Saint-stage beast! With this item, he could repair the celestial magic armor he had obtained. Though he could not yet accurately gauge the armor’s full power, he believed it would surely match, if not surpass, the one he had just stored away—the purple battle armor. Unfortunately, the magic war armor of the magian monkey had clearly been fully assimilated; even after he re-sanctified it, its power would likely diminish significantly. To him, it now seemed rather unremarkable. Han Li sighed slightly, then flipped his hand, and suddenly a black jade box appeared in his grasp. He opened the lid and gently pointed his hand at the core. Instantly, a wave of deep black light surged from within the box, flashing once before fully enveloping and drawing the core into it. Han Li then closed the lid and, with a simple motion of his other hand, produced two golden and silver talismans, which he gently affixed to the surface of the box. The shimmering light of the gold and silver instantly faded, and the faint magical aura previously seeping through the jade box ceased abruptly, completely sealed within. Han Li calmly closed the jade box and then began to examine the other object—the fragment of blade glowing with a soft purple hue. Now, the magical power within him has dwindled by nearly half, and his Buddha-Saint True Magic Form has shrunk by nearly half as well—likely requiring several decades of strenuous cultivation to restore. This represents a significant loss. Fortunately, this time, when he activated the sword formed from the Xuan Tian Fruit, there was no depletion of his vital essence or direct loss of true energy. However, Han Li is well aware that this single strike with the Xuan Tian Sword falls far short of its initial performance, its power amounting to only about one-tenth of what it was the first time. Part of this shortfall stems from the fact that this time, he did not directly channel his physical body to drive the Xuan Tian treasure, but instead relied on the power of his magical form. The other reason lies in the fact that this time, the Xuan Tian Sword emerged only due to the passive activation caused by the inherent laws of the broken blade. Thus, although the power of this strike has been greatly diminished, it has still managed to successfully slay the demonic ape, and he has not suffered a complete exhaustion of his magical energy once again. Though the current fragment of the blade can control certain fundamental forces of the cosmos, it is clearly far inferior to the sword formed from the Xuan Tian Fruit. This has led Han Li to question whether it is indeed a true Xuan Tian treasure. "Yet, its ability to shatter the Chunli Sword Array proves that even if this blade is not a Xuan Tian treasure, it is certainly no ordinary transcendental spiritual artifact. In his mind, he now leans more toward the belief that this fragment's power has diminished due to its incompleteness, making it susceptible to manipulation by the magical ape. It is also possible that the fundamental forces it embodies are among the weakest within the Xuan Tian treasures themselves, or perhaps specifically counteracted by the forces contained within the Xuan Tian Sword—thus, when these two forces collide, the fragment appears so vulnerable. Han Li swiftly analyzed and clarified these points in his thoughts, grasping them thoroughly within moments. Nevertheless, the more he thought about it, the more fervent his gaze grew toward this purple-tinged fragment. Even though the Xuan Tian Sword sealed within his arm could not be consciously controlled. However, with this fragment of the now-weakened Tian-Heaven relic, there should be a chance of gaining control. Otherwise, once the demon monkey's cultivation level dropped to match that of the blade and, having lost its physical form, how could it possibly maneuver the broken blade to strike it? Taking a deep breath to steady his excitement, Han Li raised his hand and, with a slight flick of his fingers, five streaks of gray light shot out from his fingertips, aiming to envelop the purple blade within them. "Pffft!" A deep, resonant sound echoed as the gray light approached the blade. Immediately, a surge of purple light erupted from the blade's surface, blocking the gray glow. The blade spun smoothly, and the gray light rapidly dispersed and faded, failing to make any contact with it at all. Han Li furrowed his brows, but then, with a gentle probe of his other hand—pearl-white and flawless—he unleashed a surge of five-toned cold flames. Yet, after a strange, thunderous burst of explosive energy, the five-toned flames likewise failed to draw the blade into their embrace. Han Li's face finally showed a look of astonishment, but after stroking his chin and pausing in thought, he suddenly brightened, lifting his hand with a sudden surge of golden radiance. A cascade of golden mist erupted from his palm and shot straight toward the broken blade. This time, the purple-hued blade remained still and obedient, allowing the golden light to envelop it completely, and then, in a flash, it was drawn to stand before Han Li. Han Li beamed with delight and gazed intently at the precious object. This exceptionally reliable fragment of the Heavenly Blade from the Xuan Tian realm is surprisingly easy to control. He could clearly sense that as long as he infused a bit more of the magical essence from the Buddhist Saint's True Demon Technique into it, he would be able to command the blade instantly. Now, he was nearly certain—beyond any doubt—that this broken blade was indeed a treasure of the Demon Realm. Otherwise, it would never have been so sensitive to such refined demonic energy. After a brief hesitation, Han Li swiftly activated his thoughts and immediately radiated a brilliant golden glow, with golden scales gradually emerging on his skin. He had pushed the Buddhist Saint's True Demon Technique to its very peak, and waves of golden light surged like tides into the blade. The blade, in turn, eagerly absorbed the light, consuming it in chunks. Within just a few breaths, the blade's color transformed from purple to pure gold. Yet the absorption pace did not slow down at all—on the contrary, the mysterious spiritual entity within the blade became remarkably lively, its body also transforming into a radiant golden hue. Han Li, however, felt increasingly overwhelmed. The magical energy he still possessed seemed to be drained by the broken blade—now absorbing one-third of it within just this brief moment. Immediately, he decisively dispersed the golden glow from his body, and as he did so, the golden fragment of the blade flashed once before vanishing into the sleeve of his robe. Though he had not yet fully integrated the artifact, he now managed to control it adequately—enough for his current needs. He certainly wouldn’t waste his strength by depleting all his magical power right here. While thinking this, he swiftly retrieved several small vials of different colors from his storage bracelet, poured out several pills into each, and swallowed them all at once. These pills were clearly designed to accelerate the restoration of his magical energy—though they could not immediately restore him to his peak condition, they were certainly a welcome improvement. Then, with a flash of emerald light in one hand, a top-tier jade stone shimmered into being. The jade stone began rapidly absorbing the refined spiritual energy within it. In such a precarious situation, he would certainly not hesitate to spare any spirit stones. However, when his gaze settled again on the dried-up magical ape corpse, whose dantian had been torn open extensively, his expression shifted slightly—as if remembering something. He carefully examined the corpse from head to toe and found no storage bracelets or similar items. Frowning, he raised his other hand, and a dark circular ring shot forth, spiraling around the corpse before suddenly radiating a broad sheet of white light, directly drawing the corpse into the ring, then returning to him. Subsequently, his figure flickered and surged forward as a streak of blood-red light, and after only a few swift movements, he materialized in the now empty hall. The hall, aside from a fragmented and partially ruined magical array, was nearly devoid of anything else. The word "nearly" was used because, upon close inspection, he immediately spotted the blood-colored jade bed resting quietly in one corner, gently pulsing with a faint blood glow. Han Li swept his divine awareness around, confirming that aside from this object, there was indeed no other suspicious item in the area. Immediately, he raised his hand and gestured without ceremony. At once, the seemingly heavy blood bed lifted into the air, spinning smoothly before shooting forward. However, as soon as it reached his presence, a hand in the air struck it lightly, and the bed instantly halted, hovering motionless at a distance. Han Li glanced up and down, noting no visible abnormalities on his body. His divine awareness passed over the surface, yet upon touching the bed’s surface, it was suddenly repelled back. The blood bed could not be penetrated by his divine awareness. Han Li, instead of being surprised, grew pleased. Yet, a flash of blue light in his eyes activated his spiritual vision. After a brief moment, he suddenly murmured, "Hmm," his expression growing serious. He then raised his arm again and cast a seal of energy directly at the blood bed. A mysterious scene unfolded! The blood bed suddenly burst forth with brilliant crimson light, and one by one, silver ancient characters the size of fists rose from it. After a slight spiral, they arranged themselves before Han Li, forming a mysterious scripture. "Silver Kōtō script!" Han Li immediately recognized the origin of these silver characters, gasping in surprise. How had this script appeared on the blood bed and ended up in the hands of this Saint-stage magmatic ape? Han Li naturally had many questions, yet he didn't dwell on it. Instead, he swiftly scanned the scripture with his eyes. To his astonishment, his expression grew strangely puzzled. "Xuan Tian Craftsmanship Technique," he murmured after a while, speaking hesitantly and with evident disbelief.