The hall was indeed spacious, and on either side there were small doors leading to other areas. Han Li quickly scanned the hall, his gaze finally settling on the two rows of wooden racks. The racks were as white as snow, subtly radiating a cool aura—indeed, they were the famed "Snowwood" of the spiritual realm. This wood was renowned as the ideal material for crafting ice-based treasures, yet here it was merely used as an ordinary rack for storing items. It was rather extravagant! Even Han Li found himself somewhat astonished. On the racks stood a dozen objects of varying colors—seeming to include items such as lotus scepters, distant bowls, and small bells. Han Li narrowed his eyes, then with a swift sweep of his spiritual awareness, examined each object. He was first stunned, then beamed with delight. These items radiated vibrant spiritual energy, and every single one was a top-tier semi-finished treasure. If each had been fully refined by its original owners, they would certainly rank among the celestial-grade treasures, comparable to ordinary spiritual artifacts. Most importantly, these treasures, upon first glance, clearly appeared to be rare items endowed with exceptional, unique powers. Of course, even if he invested considerable effort to fully refine and imbue them, the resulting effects would undoubtedly fall short of those achieved by their original owners. Nevertheless, even in this state, they still ranked among the elite treasures of the spiritual realm. Han Li merely shook his sleeve, and at once a cascade of shimmering, jade-green light radiated forth. As the light swept across, all the items were instantly cleared away. Receiving so many powerful treasures at once, Han Li felt exceptionally pleased. After scanning the hall once more, he slowly lowered his head and glanced at the cushion lying beneath his feet. Suddenly, he emitted a soft "Hm," as though he had noticed something new. Without hesitation, he extended his hand and grasped the ground. With a soft "whoosh," the cushion slipped silently into his hand—firm, cool to the touch, and exuding an exceptionally pure and refined aura of spiritual energy. “This…?” Han Li’s eyes flashed with interest. The papyrus mat clearly appeared woven from some kind of spiritual herb, and though it had been stationed here for countless ten-thousands of years, it still radiated vibrant vitality. His expression changed suddenly, as if he had just noticed something remarkable—he swiftly brought the mat close to his nose and gently inhaled. To his surprise, a faint, subtle tang of bloodiness seemed to emanate from it. Han Li’s face grew strangely puzzled. With a swift hand motion, he flipped his other hand, and a shimmer of green light revealed a long sword, three feet in length, now held firmly in his grasp. He tossed the mat into the air and, with a flick of his wrist, sent a sharp, piercing blade of light slicing through it. A stunning scene unfolded! The seemingly invincible swordlight struck the mat, only to sink several inches deep before being forcefully rebounded. The mat’s surface glowed yellow, and the sword’s incision instantly healed, returning to its original state. Despite being woven entirely from grass and reeds, the mat had successfully withstood the impact of the Qingzhu Fengyun Sword’s blade. "Indeed, it's truly the legendary 'Herb of Armor' as spoken of! Such a marvel truly exists. A mere plant, yet capable of withstanding the strikes of flying swords and blades—法宝—its resilience is remarkable. If crafted into armor and worn close to the body, it could even match the defense of a top-tier battle armor. Alas, this herb is most vulnerable to fire attacks, which has significantly diminished its value. No wonder the abode of the immortals uses such a rare and precious spirit herb for cushions—such a pity, truly, to treat it as such a modest use." Han Li examined the cushion in his hands repeatedly, murmuring softly to himself, yet his face bore a gentle, warm smile. Having recognized the true worth of these cushions, he naturally could not ignore them. At once, a dark palm extended from within his sleeve and casually reached down to the ground. Instantly, a grayish wave surged upward, sweeping across the floor. As the gray light shimmered, hundreds of cushions vanished silently. The grand hall now appeared utterly empty and serene. His divine awareness swept through the storage bracelet, noting that the cushions were neatly piled in one spot. Satisfied, he nodded. Such rare spiritual herbs—already extinct even in the spiritual realm—would truly make the journey worthwhile if he could gather a few more. Thinking this, he exhaled deeply, then inhaled again. Unconsciously, he felt the sandalwood scent seemed slightly more intense than before. "Sandalwood!" He suddenly turned his head, his eyes brightening as he swiftly glanced toward a corner where a incense burner stood. There, a half-burnt candle stick remained, its color pale yellow, seemingly placed there for many years. His brow furrowed slightly as he took a few swift steps toward the corner. Even before reaching it, his awareness swept over the incense burner, but immediately, his brows furrowed again. The burner was merely crafted from ordinary bronze—far from a magical artifact—and this surprised him. High above, his gaze flickered slightly as he stepped steadily toward the incense burner, lowering his head to examine the remaining incense—only one-third the normal amount. A rich sandalwood fragrance was rising steadily from the remains. This incense seemed to have some significance. Visually, however, it appeared almost indistinguishable from ordinary candle incense. Yet, after so many years, it still emitted such a strong aroma—clearly, this object held a special origin. After gazing at it for a while, Han Li's expression grew increasingly serious. Suddenly, he raised one hand and extended two fingers, gently guiding them toward the remnants. Without making physical contact, a flash of insight struck him, and a layer of jade-like light instantly enveloped his fingers. He moved with great care. As the fingers gently lifted the remaining incense from the burner, no unusual phenomena occurred. Yet Han Li's expression remained unusually serious. He carefully examined the incense from side to side, then gently inhaled its fragrance several times, his face showing deep contemplation. Suddenly, with a flick of his finger, a flash of red light appeared, and a spark the size of a grain of rice shot out from his fingertip and struck the end of the broken incense. The spark vanished instantly—yet the incense failed to ignite. Han Li's eyes brightened slightly, a hint of excitement emerging. With a gentle flick of his finger, a glowing red fireball the size of a clenched fist materialized at his fingertip and hovered motionless in the air. He then gently inserted the end of the incense into the heart of the fireball. He remained silent, eyes fixed intently. To his surprise, the seemingly ordinary incense, despite the intense, roaring flame radiating from it, showed no sign of being ignited. "It is indeed the 'Black and Azure Ice Incense!' This sacred item is used at the moment of breaking through the Consolidated Body stage—to eliminate one's inner demons!" Upon witnessing this, Han Li's face lit up with genuine joy. He immediately flipped his hand once, and a pristine, jade-like box appeared in his grasp, into which he carefully placed the remaining incense. Then, with his body swaying several times, he searched other corners and found two more fragments of incense that had burned halfway, gathering them as well. The jade box vanished without a trace, as if it had been absorbed by a flash of light in his hands. After that, he continued to search the hall, but the furnishings were sparse to begin with. Aside from the altar itself and the several plates of spiritual fruit lying before it, now turned gray-white, there was nothing else of note. Thus, his attention finally turned to the altar. The altar itself shimmered with a deep purple glow, standing about a zhang high, while the statue within was lush and vibrant, as though carved from the finest green jade. The statue wore a green robe, one hand cradling a snowy white fan, the other supporting a purple-golden gourd. A few long whiskers curled at its chin, giving it the air of a sage with a serene, celestial grace. Yet, after only a brief glance at the divine statue, Han Li's eyes suddenly filled with a shade of astonishment. He realized that no matter how long he widened his eyes and fixed them upon the statue's face, he could only see a shimmering emerald light dancing within his vision—never managing to make out the statue's true features at all. His eyes flickered twice, his pupils slightly constricting, and then a vivid blue glow surged in his gaze as he summoned his Ming-Qing spiritual sight to forcefully penetrate the statue's face. This time, the effect was evident—the emerald haze on the statue's face gradually thinned and became more transparent in his vision. With a sense of relief, Han Li focused his gaze and prepared to examine the statue's features closely. However, just as he was about to do so, a sudden resonance of sacred Sanskrit chants and celestial music erupted in his mind, causing a ringing sensation in his ears and making his entire consciousness seem to invert. Han Li's vision darkened, and he staggered, nearly falling to the ground as the heavens spun and the earth seemed to shift beneath him. Fortunately, his spiritual awareness was nearly on par with that of the Consolidated Stage beings. Immediately, after a swift circulation of the Daxian Decision within his body, he regained consciousness despite the dizziness and quickly straightened himself up with a movement of his feet. After steadying his stance, Han Li glanced once again at the statue, his expression now filled with growing astonishment. How strange this statue was—despite his current level of cultivation, he could not even perceive its true form. Clearly, it was itself an extraordinary artifact of incalculable power. Given its presence here, the person who had enshrined it must have been no ordinary figure in the True Immortal Realm. Statues were indeed an exceedingly profound phenomenon. Even great cultivators in the Spirit Realm could, through the power of such statues, manifest their immortal essence or fragmental souls in the air, even when separated by hundreds of thousands of miles. If the master of this divine statue were indeed someone of great standing from the True Immortal Realm, and if no records in the Spirit Realm had ever mentioned a True Immortal using this very method to descend to this world—then transporting the statue would absolutely be a risky move. Han Li's expression shifted between gloom and agitation for a while, and finally, after taking a deep breath, he suppressed his inner yearnings, shifting his gaze away from the altar and turning toward a side door. With a single movement, he stepped forward without hesitation. The colossal ape automaton, under the influence of Han Li's mental command, followed closely behind. In a short while, the hall was left with only the solitary altar, and nothing else. By then, Han Li had traversed a corridor and arrived at a group of about a dozen rooms resembling pavilions. These rooms were all of modest size and appeared identical to one another. Han Li quickly glanced around, then instructed the giant ape automaton to open all the doors. After confirming no abnormalities, he moved swiftly and stepped into one of the rooms.