Thus, for Han Li, this post-Heavenly Tian treasure is of great significance. Even if he fails to fully refine all five peaks, merely possessing three or four of them would still be sufficient to help him withstand the power of the thunderous calamities. Currently, he has reached the Lingxu stage, requiring a major celestial calamity every three thousand years. Although the intervals have lengthened, the severity of these major calamities far surpasses the minor ones experienced during the Huashen or Yuanying stages. For Lingxu cultivators, the first major calamity is generally surmountable. However, after the second and third ones, casualties begin to appear. Those who survive the fourth and fifth calamities are typically Lingxu cultivators with lifespans exceeding ten thousand years—yet even among them, only a few survive each of these two trials, with only two or three out of ten. As for the subsequent major calamities, every time one is endured, roughly seven or eight out of every ten contemporaries typically perish. It is said that since the human race established its presence in the spiritual realm, no cultivator at the Liangxi level has ever successfully weathered the Ninth Heavenly Trial. Any cultivator who has endured nine or more major Heavenly Trials is invariably at the Hétǐ level or above. Even if their abilities surpass those of their peers at the Liangxi level, they will inevitably perish when the Ninth Heavenly Trial arrives, provided they have not advanced to the Hétǐ stage. Of course, this applies specifically to human cultivators. Once the feline race achieves physical form, their experience with the Heavenly Trials closely resembles that of the human race. However, due to differences in lifespan and the inherent qualities of their cultivation techniques, other ethnic groups in the spiritual realm, though required to undergo the Heavenly Trials at regular intervals, experience vastly different durations and intensities between trials. It is said that some of these ethnic groups, far more powerful than the human race, face their Heavenly Trials only once every ten thousand years—when such a trial does occur, its severity far exceeds that of any human trial. There are also several races whose lifespans are significantly shorter than that of the human race; yet the Heavens' Judgment returns every few decades, though its power falls short of even one-tenth of the human race's peer-level judgments. Once cultivators reach the Consolidated Stage, the power of the Great Heavens' Judgment becomes vastly superior to that of the Transcendent Stage—each crossing of the judgment feels like navigating a life-or-death trial. Those who fail are naturally reincarnated back into the cycle of rebirth, while those who succeed experience a kind of rebirth through fire, gaining some enhancement in their cultivation. A few even manage to break through their existing cultivation bottlenecks under the purifying effects of the lightning judgment. Consequently, beings at the Consolidated Stage and above rarely venture out of their domains, dedicating nearly all their time to cultivation and preparing for the next life-or-death trial. Of course, these Great Heavens' Judgments are not exclusively composed of lightning, yet without doubt, lightning is always a central component, forming the primary force of each judgment. Thus, the significance of the Yuanhe Wu Ji Mountain—capable of reducing the lightning judgment's power by half—is truly remarkable. If he could successfully forge these mountains, his chances of survival during the celestial crisis would instantly improve by nearly half. However, aside from the Yuanmagnetic Divine Mountain already at his disposal, he had absolutely no trace or clue regarding the other four mountain peaks. Beyond these four powerful peaks, the auxiliary materials required to blend into the mountains were all exceptionally rare—some of which he had only heard of, never having seen them in person. This left him deeply frustrated. After brooding in the chamber for a long time, his mood gradually stabilized. He glanced at the jade scroll in his hand, then flipped it over, and instantly a jade box materialized. He placed the scroll inside, sealed it with a series of incantation seals, and then stored it away. Even if he possessed the method of forging, he had no confidence at all in actually succeeding in creating two or three of these extraordinary mountains. Such treasures were unlikely to be secured—success would ultimately depend on whether he would later encounter such extraordinary fortune. With this matter now clear, Han Li sat in stillness for a while longer, and finally his mind settled completely into peace. Suddenly, he shook his sleeve, and a circular ring shot out from within it. After a single spiral, the glow settled, and a cluster of black light descended, gently landing on the ground. Within the black light, a small black monkey curled up, motionless. This was the Ti Huo Beast. Since that day, when it had suddenly displayed great power and slain the spirit dwelling at the cave, which had been transformed into a celestial demon, the beast itself had grown weak and fallen into a deep unconsciousness—still unawakened to this day. Seeing this, Han Li's expression darkened, yet with a single hand he reached out, palm open, toward the monkey. A sheet of azure light burst forth from his fingers, swiftly enveloping the monkey and easily drawing it to his side. Han Li gazed at the small creature before him, his eyes slightly narrowed. Suddenly, fine crystalline filaments, appearing almost solid, shot forth from the creases of his brows and silently pierced into the monkey's body. To understand the true condition of the Ti-Hun Beast, Han Li had even concentrated his divine awareness into fine filaments, projecting them outward to directly test the creature's body. The crystalline filaments penetrated the small monkey's body, yet the beast remained completely still, showing no reaction whatsoever. Meanwhile, Han Li had his eyes half-closed, carefully manipulating the crystalline threads to examine every subtle change within the beast's interior. After a while, he uttered a voice of disbelief. "It's impossible! How could this happen!" The beast's previously depleted spiritual power had not only fully recovered but had also surged significantly—both in physical strength and the amount of spiritual energy flowing through its meridians. Moreover, during his detailed observation, the internal transformations within the beast continued at an extremely slow, steady pace, as though they never ceased. "Perhaps it's preparing for another stage of advancement," Han Li said, gazing at the small monkey before him, his face filled with astonishment. The Ti-Hun beast had never previously consumed any substantial nourishing substances—how could it now exhibit such a dramatic surge in both physical form and spiritual power? Could this phenomenon be directly linked to its unusual display of strength during its encounter on the Magic Golden Mountain range? Could this be the essence of the spirit dwelling within the hollow, or perhaps something left behind by the celestial demon king who had taken up residence there? Yet previously, no matter what malevolent ghosts or fierce spirits the Ti-Hun beast had consumed, such a transformation had never occurred before. He found himself silent, pondering... Could it be that very thing? A sudden inspiration flashed through Han Li's mind, and he recalled something crucial, his face instantly turning pale. With scarcely any thought, he moved a crystalline filament that had been embedded within the Ti-Hun's body, and in a single motion, he drew a crystalline grain from the Ti-Hun's dantian and swiftly pulled it out. The crystalline grain, now floating outside the Ti Hun's body, was nearly invisible to the naked eye, and the filament itself dissolved and vanished in an instant. Han Li held the grain with serious attention. A strand of green silk shot out, firmly adhering to the grain, and then he curled it gently, placing it directly beneath his eyelids. The blue glow in his pupils intensified dramatically, and he fully unleashed his Qing-Ming Ling Mu technique, fixing his gaze on the grain without blinking once. After a long while, Han Li exhaled deeply and, in a sudden motion, found a jade vial of thumb-sized in his hand. With a gentle movement of his hair, he transferred the crystal grain into the vial, which then mysteriously vanished from his palm. He then swiftly rolled his sleeve upward, drawing the floating spirit beast ring down. A burst of light shot forth, instantly enclosing the啼魂 on the ground within the ring. After drawing the ring back, Han Li rose to his feet and strode purposefully toward the stone gate, leaving the chamber in a hurried manner. Almost immediately upon stepping out of the chamber, Han Li sent a mental command to the "doll" tending to the medicinal garden to guard the estate well. Then, with a flash of light, he transformed into a streak of emerald light and shot forward. A short while later, he appeared outside the estate and swiftly descended to the foot of the mountain. After summoning a vehicle, he headed straight for the heart of Yun City. Over the ensuing十余 days, Han Li immersively plunged himself into every shop in Yuncheng that sold scrolls and texts, deliberately purchasing a large number of previously overlooked, niche works. These scrolls varied widely—some focused on specific cultivation techniques and secret arts, while others were more leisurely, chronicling various oddities and anecdotes. Upon returning these scrolls to his abode, Han Li immediately began scanning their contents at an astonishing pace, as though searching for something specific. Yet, after just one night, he would often emerge from the inner chamber with a look of profound disappointment, then depart once more to other larger bookshops in Yuncheng, where he would continue to acquire numerous scrolls before returning. This pattern persisted for several consecutive days—sometimes five or six—during which the sheer volume of scrolls he purchased and the amount of spiritual stones he spent amounted to a truly staggering figure. But that day, when Han Li returned once more to Yuncheng and, in the inner chamber, swiftly scanned a piece of ancient jade in his hands, his face suddenly lit up with surprise and delight. "Indeed, at last I've found it. Though true spiritual essence may be little known, it's always mentioned in some classical ancient texts." He murmured softly, then his expression grew serious as he settled his mind and carefully read the content inscribed on the jade. Han Li's figure remained motionless, as if carved from stone, his entire focus drawn to the jade in his hands. Unknown how long it had passed, he finally shifted slightly, exhaled deeply, and laid the jade piece down on the ground, his face now filled with profound disappointment. "How could this have happened? Such a magnificent opportunity—how it simply slipped right past me!" He sighed in quiet frustration, and with almost instinctive motion, turned his palm, causing a small bottle containing crystalline grains to appear instantly. Upon opening the bottle cap, the crystal particle drifted out slowly and hovered motionless at the bottle's mouth. Gazing at this seemingly ordinary crystal, Han Li's lips moved slightly, yet he broke into a faint smile of wistfulness.