Just as Han Li returned to Yuncheng, deep within a marsh of the cold, damp Magu Mountain, far beyond countless miles, a large, somewhat unattractive man dressed in a long black robe sat meditating on a stone abnormally green in hue. With each breath he took, the faint black magical aura surrounding him swirled and danced around him, as if imbued with life. Clearly immersed in a profound and refined cultivation technique, the man was utterly absorbed in his practice. After an indeterminate length of time, he inhaled deeply, opened his mouth, and drew in all the swirling magical auras around him at once, then smiled contentedly and opened his eyes. Yet, as he casually glanced around, his expression instantly froze—because, just a few paces away, a graceful woman in a snowy white robe, with long black hair flowing freely, was smiling warmly at him. This woman may not possess the most radiant beauty, her mouth even slightly larger than average, yet her pair of dark, star-like eyes, her straight, jade-carved nose, and her delicate, snow-white complexion are enough to make her grace surpass that of the so-called "immortal maidens" of the mortal world. "Saint Ancestor! Black Crocodile bows before you!" Upon seeing the woman clearly, the rather unattractive man was so startled that he immediately rolled off the stone and paid her a full court bow. This man was precisely the Black Deep-Sea Crocodile who had just successfully advanced in his cultivation. Though he had once caught up with the old man of the Yan surname and defeated him, he had not received the Zhixian, so he had returned along his original path. Later, he learned of the news that the giant toad had been slain by Han Li. Faced with this turn of events, the creature was utterly bewildered and could only retreat with bowed head and dejected demeanor. Subsequently, he came here to begin his cultivation, hoping to stabilize and solidify his still-developing境界. But no one could have imagined that, within just a month, the white-clad maiden—long thought to be sleeping in her heart—had suddenly come to visit. With the Saint Ancestor’s incomparable might, extinguishing this being would be no more than a mere gesture. This demon now stood in a state of trembling uncertainty, unsure whether this was a blessing or a curse. "Rise, please," the woman smiled gently. "Indeed, you've advanced to the Saint Realm. That's quite commendable. It seems冥罗's sister didn't waste her countless medicinal herbs on you after all. Unless you truly proved yourself utterly unworthy, reaching the Saint Realm was bound to happen eventually. It appears your true dragon blood has finally awakened." "The Elder certainly knows of this!" The large, unattractive man was startled, then broke into a wry smile. "Of course. Had冥罗 truly cherished you, she wouldn't have bestowed so many medicinal herbs upon you. That dragon blood—among all true spiritual lineages—is the most potent in its demonic nature." If the entire adult lineage of the demonic dragon clan were fully awakened, they could directly devour celestial evil champions and challenge the celestial evil monarchs with equal strength. Though you have only inherited the dragon bloodline now, your abilities surely rival those of a saint-tier mid-stage cultivator. My three subordinates—should they personally face you in single combat—would certainly not hold a significant advantage. Said the lady with evident intention. "To be able to serve beside the Lady Baohua is an incalculable fortune, one that I have earned across countless lifetimes. As long as the Lady commands, I am ready to set out at any moment." The graceful woman asked calmly, and at once the awkward man grew flushed with sweat, hurriedly explaining. "Then, no need to pack anything—just follow me." The woman seemed amused by the man's expression, her eyes gleaming with a gentle smile. "Yes, sir. I have always lived alone, and truly, I have nothing to pack." The man bowed deeply, apologizing with humility. With a light smile, the woman gently opened her sleeve. A soft pink glow spread out, instantly filling the air with a fragrant aroma and radiance so bright it completely enveloped both woman and man. When the light faded, the space around them was utterly empty—no trace of either person remained. The woman had summoned a great power, directly transporting herself and the man to this very place. …In Yuncheng, atop Yunmeng Mountain, Han Liangfa first inspected every seal and barrier within his cave dwelling, ensuring no signs of intruders had been detected, before settling comfortably onto the large bed in his bedroom and drifting off into a deep, restful sleep. After a brief moment, Han Li found himself within a spacious chamber stretching dozens of zhang in width. With a simple flick of his sleeve and a toss of his hand at the stone door, the gate automatically closed, and a layer of shimmering cyan light rippled up from the surrounding stone walls, fully enveloping the entire chamber. Only after completing these preparations did Han Li settle onto the cushion in the center, sitting cross-legged and resting one hand gently on his chin, pausing thoughtfully. His eyes flickered several times, then, with a sudden shake of his wrist, a streak of dark light shot forth, spiraling before hovering steadily in midair—his storage bracelet. Han Li raised his hand toward the sky and lightly tapped it without hesitation. Instantly, a wave of radiant light surged downward, and a dark, solid object materialized from the upper air. With a simple "ordinary," it settled heavily onto the ground, emitting a deep, resonant thud. It was the body of the holy-stage demon ape, seemingly lifeless and dry as a mummy, with a large hole in its dantian region—yet no trace of blood, making the sight particularly striking. Han Li gazed at this corpse stretching several dozen feet in length, his face revealing a touch of satisfaction. Though the magical core within the magian ape's body had been extracted by him, and its vital essence had seemingly diminished by nearly tenfold, the strength and resilience of its body—both sinew and bone—remained exceptional and highly valuable for crafting artifacts. Yet, his original intention in bringing this corpse away had not been for artifact-making. Rather, it was to obtain the trace of mountainous giant ape's true blood inherent within the ape's body. However, given that the body had now become so dry and lifeless, he could not be certain with absolute confidence that he would still succeed in extracting that true blood—only able to give it his best efforts. While ordinary individuals might find the process of refining true spiritual blood particularly challenging, Han Li, possessing the remarkable Jingze Technique, found it entirely manageable. As long as the blood in question belonged to one of the twelve transformations of the Jingze Technique, he could naturally employ its secret methods to forcibly extract the true spiritual blood from the bodies of other spirit beasts that inherited the same spiritual lineage. Of course, the purity and concentration of the true spirit blood extracted naturally depend on the thickness of the inherited spirit lineage and the inherent strength of the spirit-beast itself. Even if the inherited lineage is exceptionally rare at birth, the blood can still become more refined and concentrated through the cultivator's own progress in cultivation. The several true spirit bloods he previously obtained varied in purity—naturally, the Kunpeng true blood from the Tianpeng clan stood out in purity, while the five-colored peacock's blood surpassed all others in quantity. The least abundant were the true spirit bloods of the True Dragon and the Heavenly Phoenix. These latter two, he had only incidentally acquired in small amounts, and since they came from the true spirit lineage of human clans, and both cultivators were only at the Huashen stage, their bloods were naturally not particularly refined. Though the True Dragon and the Heavenly Phoenix ranked significantly higher among the true spirit bloods, after mastering the transformations, their post-transformation power fell far short of that of the Kunpeng and the five-colored peacock. In addition to the various insights and transformations he gained from the divine consciousness of the late elder of the Sky-Dome Clan, he has most frequently manifested as a Kungpeng or other avian true spirit. That is why, despite having the ability to transform into a true dragon or celestial phoenix, he has actually engaged most often in combat as a Kungpeng or a five-colored peacock. Now, this Mountain-Spire Magician Monkey is genuinely a mid-stage combined form being. Even though its original lineage of mountainous giant monkey bloodline has grown rare over time, through its current cultivation, both in purity and quantity, it has become absolutely remarkable. This naturally makes Han Li greatly hopeful. Of course, this expectation rests entirely on the condition that the true spirit blood within the body of this monkey corpse remains intact. At this moment, Han Li has closed his eyes and begun reciting incantations, continuously tapping his fingers rapidly on the massive corpse before him. Instantly, a series of colorful spells surge from his fingertips and vanish in a flash, fully integrating into the body. The once quietly distinct corpses of the magical apes suddenly began to glow with various hues of radiance, and one after another, symbols of varying sizes emerged and drifted about their surfaces. As the incantations grew stronger and more continuous, the entire body was completely enveloped by the radiant light, as if draped in a vibrant, colorful robe, shimmering brilliantly. But at that very moment, he suddenly struck his celestial crown. Instantly, flashes of golden and azure light rippled, and a plump, three-inch-high yuan-embryo materialized. As soon as it appeared, its gaze shifted sharply to the corpse of the magical ape floating in the air. Then, with a cheerful smile, it opened its mouth and expelled a stream of fine, finger-thick jade-green flame, shooting straight toward the ape's body.