Inside was quite simple, featuring a small door. The outer room was larger and clearly a living room, with only a few basic tables and chairs and a set of tea utensils—nothing else. As Han Li scanned his divine awareness over these items, he found that while the materials used were fairly rare, they held no significance for him. Without pausing, he stepped forward and in a single flash entered the inner bedroom. There was no unusual expression on Han Li's face. He placed the thin silk back where it belonged, then carefully scanned the room once more with his divine awareness, confirming that nothing had been overlooked. With no hesitation, he turned and walked away. He had never expected to make any significant discoveries in this area—where the disciples and junior students resided—nor did he intend to linger here. Moreover, there were still several dozen such rooms, and with time running short, he simply couldn't examine each one thoroughly. Thus, Han Li quickly went through the dozen or so rooms. The only items he found were a few jade scrolls inscribed in an unknown ancient script, casually placed beside the bed in one of the bedrooms. These were likely not particularly important. Han Li took them up without much thought, intending to keep them for future reference—should he eventually decipher the ancient script and gain useful insights from them. After all, he remained deeply curious about the true immortal realm. He brought the puppet back to the main hall and, with a swift motion, entered through the side door on the other side. After traversing a similar corridor, Han Li arrived before a series of neatly aligned buildings. These structures differed markedly from the earlier pavilions—each was square, with only a small door and no windows. Moreover, every room stood completely independent, separated from one another by distances of over fifteen zhang. What struck Han Li most was that the surfaces of all these square buildings shimmered with a silvery luster, adorned with delicate silver glyphs—precisely the familiar silver tadpole script he had seen before. After gazing at them for a while, Han Li finally confirmed that these were dedicated, private chambers for cultivation. This discovery brought him a subtle sense of satisfaction. Since they were chambers, there might still be some relics left behind by earlier inhabitants. Yet, as he studied the dense rows of silver glyphs inscribed on the small doors, his expression grew more serious. Generally, the array arrangements set up in such sealed rooms are designed to provide sound insulation and minor restrictions akin to surveillance. However, after the terrifying incident at the main hall's grand gate, he naturally could not afford to be careless. This time, though, he did not send the giant ape automaton to test the defenses again. Instead, after reinforcing himself with several additional protective layers, he simply shook his sleeve, and the sleeve struck a stone door of a sealed chamber with a decisive motion. A small jade sword of a jade-green hue shot forth, flashing briefly before expanding into a streak of emerald light several zhang long, which struck the chamber's gate with solid force. Without a word, he resolved to break through the gate's enchantments using sheer physical power. The gate emitted a brilliant silver glow, and a clear, resonant tone echoed from within. Though the silver light appeared ordinary, the jade-green bamboo-honey sword was firmly halted—its light striking the silver surface as though it were water, unable to penetrate it at first, only gradually eroding the luminous energy. Seeing this, Han Li felt a sense of relief. Indeed, as expected, the seal on the door was not of a reactive type, and was likely a rather basic one, even in the Immortal Realm. It made sense—how could such a series of closely adjacent cultivation chambers truly be protected by anything truly advanced? Without further hesitation, Han Li flipped his hand once, and a black mountain several inches tall materialized, then hurled it forward. Boom! The small mountain instantly expanded into a size of several zhang within a dark glow, crashing forcefully onto the silver light. This time, the seal on the door clearly could not withstand such immense force. The clear resonance ceased abruptly, and the silver light shattered and vanished. A flash of green light followed, and the door was severed in two by the swordlight, collapsing sideways. Han Li retrieved his treasure and stepped steadily inside. The chamber itself was only about seven or eight zhang in size, remarkably empty—beyond a single mat woven from "Jia Yi Grass," there was nothing else. Thus, there was truly no need to use his divine awareness to scan anything here. Han Li could only sigh slightly, picked up the mat at hand, and then stepped out of the chamber. There were many such chambers, and he did not feel particularly disappointed. Using the same method, he broke through another stone door and entered the next chamber. Yet shortly afterward, he emerged empty-handed. In this way, Han Li consecutively broke through six chambers, yet still came out with nothing—his luck seemed consistently poor. This made him feel rather unlucky, yet also stirred a growing anticipation for the remaining chambers. However, when a tremendous roar of sound echoed, shattering the seventh chamber, as he stepped inside, he suddenly exhaled softly, his eyes instantly brightening. This chamber was entirely different from the previous ones. It was fully furnished with tables and chairs, and on the table stood three jade boxes of varying sizes, as well as two small bottles. The most striking feature was a magnificent golden painting still hanging on a wall. The painting shone with an intense luster, and for a moment, He could not make out what it depicted. When Han Li closed his eyes briefly and then opened them again, his pupils flashed with a blue glow, and now he no longer feared the golden light—finally able to discern the painting's contents, though his expression grew momentarily stunned. Upon closer inspection, he saw countless golden flying swords densely arranged, all of identical style. Each sword held a unique posture—some large, some small. The larger ones appeared to be towering celestial blades, evoking a sense of awe, as if stretching over dozens of zhang in length; the smaller ones were only a few inches long, yet their intricate patterns were clearly visible, as though they were just a few feet away. Despite the sheer number of swords, one might expect them to appear chaotic and indistinct. Yet the painting presented each sword with vivid life and distinct vitality, allowing one to immediately perceive subtle differences among them, as if each were unique in its own right. This strangely eerie map of a thousand swords filled韩立with delight, and his eyes remained fixed upon it, his body motionless. In mere moments, however, he suddenly exhaled a deep, low groan and stepped back several paces, as though struck by an invisible, powerful force. Yet immediately he turned his head, swiftly shifting his gaze away from the painting, no longer daring to look at it even slightly. At the same time, a strange, unnatural crimson flush appeared on his face. "Such a powerful spiritual awareness—it felt exactly like a true sword strike. Had it not been for my own deep expertise in sword techniques and my strong spiritual senses, this blow would have severely damaged my spirit awareness," said韩立. After his inner qi surged and circled through his meridians several times, the unusual sensation subsided, though his face remained pale with astonishment. However, after steadying his mind, Han Li swiftly flipped his hand, bringing out a stack of符箓 of varying colors between his fingers. He then swept them downward, and instantly several符箓 of different hues shot forth in succession, vanishing into the sword map after a few flickers. A faint blue glow flashed, and the painting instantly rolled itself into an scroll, then vanished in a single shimmer. Han Li finally exhaled softly, feeling a great relief in his heart. He had no idea whether this "Ten-Thousand-Jian Map" was drawn by the current owner of this place, but merely glancing at it briefly, he could already sense its extraordinary subtlety—seeming to contain a mysterious cultivation method, akin to both a powerful sword technique and a divine mental art. Yet exactly how it worked would need to be studied and understood gradually over time. Then, he walked over to the table and, with a simple sweep of his sleeve, a cascade of azure light surged forth. Immediately, the lids of all the jade boxes and small vials flew open in the radiant glow. Upon casting a mental glance through them, Han Li furrowed his brows slightly. Among the three jade boxes, several scrolls were found, each inscribed with intricate and unusual silver frog-script characters. Yet the inner qi had long since dispersed, rendering them completely useless. As for the two small vials, they were completely empty, with faint traces of the original elixir still visible within. It seemed that they had once contained a certain kind of elixir, but due to inadequate preservation and the passage of so many years, the liquid had dried up entirely. Han Li paused to think, then collected the talismans. These talismans differed significantly from those he knew from several volumes of Jin Que Yu Shu, and were certainly worth studying and copying. He then thoroughly searched the rest of the chamber, but found nothing further. Without a word, Han Li stepped out. He did not overlook the other chambers either, which were all just as empty as the ones before. As he exited the final chamber, he continued swiftly back along the way, without pausing. Not long after, Han Li stepped out of the entire side pavilion and stood on the platform outside the pavilion, glancing at the other two side pavilions and the mountain path leading toward the main hall. A thoughtful expression appeared on his face. Shouldn't Shi Kun and Liu Shui'er have nearly reached the summit by now?