With a soft "pffft," the azure flame immediately enveloped the magical ape upon contact, wrapping the dry corpse in a surge of intense heat. At this moment, Han Li's immaterial body sat cross-legged, palm pressed in a strange hand seal, eyes closed. As for the physical form below, it remained motionless and expressionless, as if in deep meditation. Under the power of the hand seal, the azure infant flame burned continuously for three days and three nights. Even at the peak of Han Li's Qingxu initial stage, by the final day, he found it increasingly taxing, and the flame had noticeably diminished in size. Fortunately, by the end of the third day, the secret technique was finally completed. A sudden burst of sound echoed within the azure flame, and a wave of black smoke surged out, instantly dispersing the seemingly unchanged magical ape corpse. What remained in the glow of the fire was a glowing, fist-sized object. Han Li's eyes snapped open, gazing intently at the shimmering object in the flame, a gentle smile spreading across his face. At the same time, the infant flame in his mouth suddenly ceased. A flash of golden and cyan light shimmered, and the infant spirit vanished in an eerie manner. In the next instant, the immobile physical body below opened its eyes, and one sleeve was suddenly flung upward into the air. A wave of radiant light surged forth, and with a single motion, all the infant flames extinguished, revealing what lay within. It was a shimmering, crystalline object, glowing with a deep crimson hue. Han Li narrowed his eyes slightly, and suddenly, a finger within his sleeve subtly bent. A rushing sound followed, and a strong gust of wind shot forth, striking the crimson crystal in a single flash. With a crisp "thud," the crystal shattered, and a thick, viscous black-red liquid flowed out from within. As soon as the liquid came into contact with the void, it instantly surged and coagulated, transforming into a small black-red monkey, about half a foot tall. At that moment, the monkey gave a cry, and suddenly a wild, primal aura surged forth from its body, leaving Han Li astonished. As the black and crimson light flashed, the monkey vanished instantly into the distance. However, shortly thereafter, a deep thud echoed from one side of the chamber, where a cluster of black and crimson light slammed into the wall but was instantly rebounded by the magical seal. The light flickered once more, re-shaping into the form of the monkey, now like a headless fly, darting off in a new direction. But Han Li, already prepared, simply flipped his hand, and at once a bright white glow emanated from his palm, revealing a slender jade bottle. He then tossed it into the air, where it spun smoothly, its mouth now precisely aligned with the space above. A shimmering white glow began to emerge within the bottle. "Pffft!" A burst of white silk erupted from the bottle, swiftly enveloping the black and crimson monkey floating above, and with a simple pull, it was easily drawn into the vessel. Han Li exhaled deeply, then raised his arm and gestured upward. The small vial trembled slightly and fell silently, steadied by the palm. With a subtle release of his spirit awareness, Han Li reached into the vial, and after a while, a spark of excitement flashed across his eyes. "Excellent. Indeed, it is the true spiritual blood of the mountain giant ape. I hadn't expected the newly refined blood to be so pure. Once absorbed and transformed, the giant ape's form should surpass even the celestial crane's transformation." He murmured with delight, then raised his hand in the air, and two scrolls—one golden, one silver—materialized, swiftly affixed to the vial's mouth. He then carefully placed the jade vial aside. Although the true spiritual blood had been extracted, it was impossible to absorb and refine it immediately. Over the past few days, the constant emission of infant flames to burn the corpse of the magical ape had depleted his vital energy. He needed to restore his spiritual power first. After taking a few pills and drawing out two spirit stones from his storage bracelet, Han Li settled into a calm meditation. One day after ending his meditation with a subtle shift in expression, his body's magical energy had fully restored itself. Upon sensing the renewed, pure flow of inner power, he smiled and flipped his hand, bringing into view a golden half-shafted blade of about five cun in length—precisely the fragment he had received from the magical ape. That day, he had been so hurried in acquiring the artifact that he had not taken the time to examine it closely. On the journey back to Yuncheng with Xianxian, he had never even brought it out. Now, Han Li gently traced the slightly uneven, engraved patterns on the blade's surface, his expression thoughtful. With his divine awareness, he scanned the surface repeatedly over a dozen times—much like the Heavenly Fruit—but each time, as soon as he made contact, a mysterious force pushed it back. The blade currently held no magical essence at all, appearing merely like an ordinary, worn-out piece of scrap metal. Yet, precisely this unassuming fragment had displayed extraordinary power on that very day. Had it not been for the Heavenly Fruit being stirred and transforming once more into the Sword of Heaven, he might have indeed perished under that final blow from the broken blade. Recalling the astonishing power of that single strike, Han Li's eyes flashed with blue light as he activated his Qing Ming Spiritual Gaze technique to carefully examine the blade. Indeed, the spiritual sight could penetrate the blade, yet beyond countless golden character-like symbols the size of millet grains, he saw nothing else. Han Li slightly raised his brow, uncertain whether the blade's internal structure had always been thus, or whether it had transformed under the influence of his own spiritual form power. Yet, upon a brief thought, he smiled. Regardless of the blade's true nature, it mattered little to him—as long as he could treat this treasure as his own decisive weapon. Indeed, on that day, he had once again used his spiritual form power to invigorate the Heavenly Fruit, without suffering any significant loss of spiritual energy or vital essence. Yet the power of the Fa-Xiang Fruit had been absorbed by half, which was quite serious—recovery would undoubtedly take considerable time in the future. Moreover, the Fruit now sealed itself within his arm and could no longer be summoned at will. Who knew whether, the next time a great enemy arose, it would once again be triggered by chance? He had never once considered relying on such an unreliable trump card for his life. Though this trump card's power was profound and had even saved his life on two occasions, it still paled in comparison to the long sword formed by the Fa-Xiang Fruit. Nevertheless, precisely because of this, the golden blade consumed less energy during its use—potentially allowing it to be summoned and activated at will. With these thoughts in mind, the blue glow in Han Li's eyes flickered and flowed naturally, and he decided to give it a try. He lifted the golden fragment in his hand and threw it into the air, then pressed two hands together in a series of gestures. Instantly, golden light radiated from his entire body, and one by one, golden scales emerged from his skin. Then, suddenly, a golden buddha image about one zhang high appeared behind him, with three heads and six arms, radiating brilliant golden light. At first glance, it seemed to be the same size as before, but upon closer inspection, its form appeared blurred compared to earlier, and the golden light it emitted was somewhat dimmed. As soon as the Buddha image fully manifested, one of its arms moved swiftly and instantly grasped the golden fragments floating in the air. Han Li took a deep breath, yet suddenly accelerated his internal spell. The entire bodhisattva image shimmered with countless golden rays, radiating an intensely brilliant glow, while countless golden light points emerged in the surrounding space, quickly filling the entire chamber. Seeing this unusual phenomenon, Han Li's eyebrows lifted slightly, and then he softly exhaled a low command. Immediately, the upper image gently shook the golden blade it was holding. As soon as a piercing cry rang out, golden light flowed like a river onto the blade of Fa Xiang, surging wildly. At the same time, golden points in the void trembled and instantly transformed into various sized golden characters. After a slight rotation, these characters seemed to respond to a call, shooting forth as golden streaks toward the fragmented blade, only to vanish into it. The entire fragmented blade was engulfed in radiant golden light, and the initial cry abruptly ceased. At that moment, Fa Xiang himself appeared to shrink slightly, as if his form had been momentarily condensed. Yet, in the next instant, the golden light covering the blade receded and vanished. The missing upper portion of the blade instantly restored itself, now bearing three faint golden characters that flowed and shimmered steadily. Han Li raised his head to gaze at the golden blade in the air, clearly sensing the overwhelming spiritual pressure emanating from it and the swift ebb of part of his inner magical energy, yet a smile of satisfaction naturally spread across his face. Indeed, he could wield this treasure through the form's essence. Although the form's power and spiritual energy had been partially absorbed, it remained well within his tolerance. With a slight narrowing of his eyes, Han Li suddenly focused intently on the three golden characters etched upon the golden blade. These characters resembled those on the sword formed from the Xuan Tian fruit—clearly belonging to the same script. "Jin Zuan script. This item is indeed another Xuan Tian treasure," Han Li murmured, showing little surprise. Yet, suddenly sensing something, he sharply turned his gaze back to the three-headed, six-armed form. He observed that while the golden light emanating from the form no longer surged as vigorously as at first, it still flowed steadily toward the blade. From the moment this Xuan Tian fragment had taken shape, it had continuously drawn upon the form's fundamental essence. Han Li found this somewhat unexpected, but upon frowning slightly, he immediately pointed his single hand toward the form in the air. At once, the five-arm buddha moved his arm, and the golden blade was suddenly released as if caught by his fingers. Then, two clearly defined faces spoke simultaneously, and a surge of golden gusts burst forth. In a flash, the released blade was swept into the gust. A tremendous roar followed, and the upper half of the blade transformed into cascading golden radiance, carried away by the wind and then re-aimed toward the buddha. After absorbing all the golden radiance, the five-arm buddha slightly expanded in stature, returning to its original size when it was first cast out. The airborne blade, meanwhile, regained its original fragmented form and plummeted straight downward. Han Li extended his hand upward. With a flash of light, the broken blade vanished entirely. With such formidable power, this celestial relic would naturally become one of his signature weapons—requiring careful preservation. Having secured two extraordinary treasures in succession, Han Li was most satisfied. Yet his gains from the magical mountain range were far from complete. After a brief pause, Han Li shook his sleeve, and two other items soared forth, coming to rest just before his eyes.