Although Han Li did not examine the text in great detail, he still gained a general understanding of its content. Just by reviewing a few specific points, he found it utterly absurd—because the materials used and the methods of crafting were almost entirely things he had never thought of before. The text itself concluded that, by employing this secret technique, one could produce treasures comparable to the Xuan Tian treasures, thus naming it the "Xuan Tian Craftsmanship Technique." Yet, methods such as "fusing the sun" and "melting the sea"—which are truly extraordinary—were presented here as merely the most basic forms of crafting. Such methods would likely only be feasible for true immortals in the True Immortal Realm. To Han Li, they seemed nothing short of dream-like. Even without a deep analysis, he felt deeply disappointed. Had this text not been written in silver kōu script, he might have believed it was entirely fabricated by the magical ape on purpose. Han Li hesitated slightly, then suddenly flashed his blue-glowing eyes once more toward the blood bed. A moment later, his expression changed, and he truly discovered something new. Suddenly, Han Li's figure flickered, slightly blurred, before materializing suddenly above the blood bed. With one hand, he spread his fingers and struck the top of the blood bed. A deep, resonant roar echoed, and countless delicate golden arcs shot out from his fingers, forming a vast golden net that completely enveloped the blood bed. The silver runes instantly shrank as if encountering their match, vanishing completely within the shimmering tears of light. Under the relentless assault of the golden arcs, the blood bed cracked and shattered piece by piece, releasing a thick, pungent blood vapor that made the air unbearable. Han Li raised an eyebrow, then closed his fingers that had emitted the golden arcs. The lightning network beneath immediately contracted and sealed, and the flashes of electric arcs swept away the blood vapor in an instant. Within the golden grid, a palm-sized, milky-white jade plaque suddenly emerged, with faint silver runes swirling and pulsing steadily. "Indeed, another one of the outer pages. It seems the object is genuine." Yet the Golden Hall and Jade Scroll should have originated from the realm where the human and immortal races dwell—how could it have ended up in the outside world, and even come into the hands of this demonic monkey? Han Li did not seem surprised; instead, he furrowed his brows and murmured to himself. This was the third jade scroll he had obtained, but unfortunately, the content recorded upon it proved rather unremarkable to him. Should he advance to the stage of Great Perfection, he might then find it useful. However, the technique of Heavenly Immortal Forging was something he could certainly study and draw inspiration from—perhaps he might gain some valuable insights from it. As he thought thus, Han Li immediately realized that now was not the time to carefully examine this jade scroll. With a swift motion of his sleeve, a cascade of azure mist surged downward. The shimmering light of the mist was about to engulf the jade tablet, yet the tablet spun smoothly and suddenly became aware of its own presence, rising into the air. However, Han Li had anticipated this, and with a lightning-fast gesture, he reached out with one hand, grasping the air. At once, an intangible force descended, enveloping a radius of over fifteen zhang below. With a sharp "whoosh," the jade tablet was forcibly drawn and seized into his hands. Han Li immediately retrieved another jade box from his storage bracelet, carefully placed the tablet inside, sealed it with several sets of restriction talismans, and then swiftly closed it. After completing these actions, there was nothing left in the hall that could detain him further. With a simple movement, he transformed into a streak of emerald light and shot outward toward the hall's entrance, vanishing into the magical channel within a few flashes. That was indeed the true purpose behind the young lady's daring expedition deep into the Mountain of Magic. Though the exact intentions of the other party remained unclear, they were surely no ordinary matter. Now that Han Li had settled all his current affairs and no longer faced any concerns, he naturally found himself eager to step in and take a closer look. Though the skirmish with the magical ape had been fiercely intense, the actual duration had not been long—only about the time it takes to eat a meal. Even the golden insect dispatched to track them had halted in one place, motionless, clearly indicating that the crystal-clad maiden had not yet fully achieved her objective. Thus, now would be the perfect moment to proceed. Although Han Li had expended considerable inner energy and his physical form had shrunk nearly in half, he need not worry about the maiden's relatively low cultivation level. Otherwise, should he have faced someone of comparable cultivation, and given his own weakened state, he might very well have simply pretended not to notice and vanished without further ado, unwilling to complicate matters. Han Li's light was exceptionally swift, yet nearly halfway through his journey, a thunderous roar suddenly erupted deep within the massive mountain below—followed immediately by a dramatic upheaval! The magical qi throughout the entire passage instantly lost control, surging violently and swirling wildly. Roaring gusts of wind surged forth, and countless dense black wind blades materialized in dense clusters, flashing forth and scattering in all directions across the passage. Then, as the gray light dispersed throughout his body, Han Li's form plummeted straight downward. During this descent, wind blades surged from all around the passage, slashing at him in a deluge like a storm. If it were any ordinary human cultivator, he would have been instantly shattered into fragments. But Han Li's physical strength was formidable, surpassing that of even a fully evolved beast. After hearing only a series of dull thuds, he remained unharmed amidst the shimmering glow. Nevertheless, Han Li was deeply shocked and furious. With a swift flick of his consciousness, the Daxian Sect Technique instantly transformed into a cool, flowing aura within his body, swiftly restoring the unusual fluctuations of his inner qi. As the light surged, he rose once more, now streaking upward in a brilliant green hue. At that very moment, the ground beneath the passage where he stood began to crack in segments, and thunder roared forth, with countless black electric arcs erupting violently. Upon contact, whether from magical energy or from stone walls in other directions, the arcs instantly turned the surfaces to ash, completely erasing them. Han Li was startled as the jade stone in his hand suddenly vanished. With a single hand gesture, a thunderclap followed, and a golden- and silver-colored thunder robe instantly materialized on his body. Though the black electric currents circled him, encircling him tightly, the interweaving flashes of various electric arcs kept him safe and unharmed. However, as one after another thunderbolts erupted continuously from beneath the ground, the entire magical channel, under the violent surge of black electric arcs, collapsed completely. Massive stones, each as large as a mountain, plummeted from the sky. Despite Han Li's strong abilities, he was caught off guard and crushed beneath an endless stream of these giant boulders, gradually buried deeper and deeper beneath the roaring sound of falling rocks. Outside the mountain, the entire peak was collapsing at an astonishing pace, as if an invisible giant hand were pressing down firmly on the mountain, exerting immense downward pressure. From the shattered mountain cliffs, waves of black magical energy were also forcefully expelled, striving to spread outwards in all directions. A new roar echoed once more from the collapsed mountain peak, followed immediately by a thunderous roar of thunder! Several streaks of dark lightning surged through the broken mountain stones, instantly expanding into hundreds of zhang of dark lightning, swirling wildly in the air. From a distance, it appeared as though dozens of thick, flexible tendrils were continuously waving and moving in the void. Then, a sound like the earth splitting and the heavens collapsing erupted, as countless fragments of stone were violently ejected from the fallen mountain, as if the entire mountain had been instantly leveled. In the place where the mountain once stood, a colossal creature, exceeding a thousand zhang in length, suddenly emerged. This creature was entirely composed of shimmering black light, yet its surface was aglow with countless flashing streaks of black lightning of varying sizes—those earlier "tendrils" were merely the largest among them. At the very center of the black light, there stood a massive white face, stretching about one zhang in width, with eyes wide open, gleaming with a cold, sharp radiance. Suddenly, a roar like a dragon's voice erupted from within the black glow. At a certain point on the creature's body, a flash of blood surged, and a blood-red dragon burst through the monster's form, shooting out with astonishing speed. In a single flash, it appeared hundreds of zhang away—then, spiraling gracefully, it revealed a man clad entirely in silver armor, his body covered in sharp, inward-pointing spines. This was the foreign man of the surname Gui. Yet now, his face no longer bore the previous cold, stern expression; instead, it was pale as paper, his eyes blazing with fury. At that moment, another deep rumble echoed from within the monster's body. Then, a half-body, spanning several hundred zhang, suddenly exploded outward, and a surge of azure wind erupted violently. As the wind coalesced, it solidified into a shimmering, azure-hued, hundred-zhang-long qilin phantom. The giant face roared, and a thickest black arc of electricity surged with a thunderous crack, then sliced down like a massive blade. Yet the colossal qilin silhouette merely flickered and vanished as if dissolved into an invisible breeze. At the next instant, a hundred paces away in another direction, a gentle breeze stirred, and the qilin form reappeared—only to have its surface glow dim down instantly, its body shrinking dramatically into a size of several zhang, yet becoming remarkably solid and tangible. Only then could one clearly see that a shimmering crystal had appeared on the brow of the green qilin, and both eyes reflected a mixture of astonishment and outrage.