A crisp crack echoed! The circular disc burst forth with a brilliant golden glow, twisting and distorting under the influence of the powerful force. Remarkably fragile, it vanished into countless shimmering light points within an instant, leaving no trace. In the void, only faint spatial ripples remained. At the very moment this rare artifact was destroyed, within a secret chamber deep in the heart of the spiritual realm's ocean, a slender, tall figure seated motionless on the ground suddenly lifted his head. Two green flames instantly emerged in the hollows of his eyes, clearly illuminating his face—revealing an eerie, bone-white skull with the two green flames flickering and dancing with an uncanny stillness. Nearby, twelve ancient bronze lamps, each standing about a foot high, were arranged. Their green flames varied in size—some as large as eggs, others as thick as a thumb. A hint of surprise flickered on the skeleton's countenance. After tilting its head and pondering for a moment, it suddenly opened its mouth and expelled a sphere of silver light. Within the light, a circular disc of silver, roughly the size of a palm, emerged—its shape and form identical to the golden disc that had been destroyed within the Guanghan realm, save for its size and color. However, at the moment of expulsion, the silver disc was covered in countless fine fissures, and as it emerged, it emitted a mournful cry before dispersing into fragments. Upon witnessing this, the mysterious skeleton's eyes flashed with a "pffft!" sound, and the green flame within them surged several times, expanding to the size of a clenched fist. A thunderous roar erupted from the skeleton's mouth, filled with shock and fury. It instantly rose to its feet, enraged, and with a sudden motion, one of its bone hands reached out and grasped at the empty space to the side. Instantly, ripples of space surged outward, and a massive black claw materialized out of thin air, then plunged down toward the adjacent wall. A tremendous roar echoed, and the thick wall on one side of the chamber was shattered by the giant's claws. The skeleton still seemed unable to release its fury, opening its mouth wide toward the opposite wall, where flashes of black light danced within—seeming as though something was about to burst forth. Yet at that moment, its gaze shifted downward and suddenly landed upon the twelve ancient lamps glowing with steady green flames on the floor. A flash of green fire flickered in its eyes, and then, with a slow motion, it gently closed its massive mouth, suddenly calming considerably. The jagged teeth in its mouth clicked and chewed erratically for a while before it finally sighed in frustration, then settled back into a meditative posture. Silence settled throughout the chamber. The soft green flames of the twelve ancient lamps flickered, casting a shifting, intermittent light across the space. ...The celestial sword flashed with a green glow, its blade momentarily dissolving into a shimmering mist, then returning to its original wooden staff form. Then, with a clear chime, the sword transformed once more into a sphere of yellow light, drifting gently over Han Li's arm. Instantly, a faint yellow mark reappeared on the surface of his arm. The Heavenly Blue Sword was thus sealed once again! Han Li gazed at the mark on his arm, his face filled with delight. He exhaled deeply and moved his body, preparing to rise from the pit. At the very moment the golden disc was destroyed, the pain in his body vanished completely—giving him a profound sense of having escaped death. Yet Han Li seemed overly optimistic. As soon as he straightened up, before he could take any further action, he suddenly felt his legs grow weak and collapsed "plop" back to the ground. Then, his entire body became numb, and he lost sensation in every part of his frame. Han Li was startled, quickly extending his spiritual awareness inward to scan his body. To his dismay, he only managed a wry smile. Though he currently stood at the peak of his Qi Immortality Stage, his body was remarkably empty—his internal Qi completely gone. Clearly, the powerful strike of the Xuan Tian Sword, though overwhelming, had drained every last trace of his spiritual energy. This was even more remarkable given that the mysterious energy had also been completely absorbed. Without his Golden Body Form nearby, he simply could not have summoned the Xuan Tian Sword or delivered the strike at all. Now, while he had merely exhausted his Qi reserves and suffered no significant damage to his essence or vital energy, nor had his cultivation level declined substantially, he was indeed fortunate. However, due to the earlier fullness of his meridians filled with that mysterious energy, subtle injuries had accumulated unnoticed. Now, with both energy and Qi suddenly depleted, these lingering effects immediately manifested. Yet, Han Li need not worry—thanks to the exceptional recuperative capacity of his physical body, these minor injuries would be fully healed within moments. Yet the spell cost was so immense that recovery would take considerable time. Still, no matter what, his current mood was exceptionally joyful. Though he was confident—unlike ordinary cultivators—that reaching the late Tranquility stage would eventually come with the aid of various elixirs like the Dragon Ascension Elixir, achieving this level suddenly, saving several hundred to even over a thousand years of dedicated cultivation, was truly a matter of great significance. In comparison, the current minor difficulties were utterly negligible. As such, thoughts flowed through Han Li's mind, a gentle smile forming on his lips. His gaze then shifted toward the center of the dais. The golden form, with three heads and six arms, floated in midair, also seated in meditation, its six eyes gently closed. Through the spiritual connection between his primary and secondary immortal embryos, he instantly knew that the secondary embryo was likewise unharmed, merely striving hard to stabilize its current state, having leaped so many stages in cultivation at once. Otherwise, a single misstep could see him plummet back several layers at once. Even in the case where Han Li's true body was originally a Lingxu cultivator. If the second prenatal spirit were truly an independent entity, spanning such a vast range of realms in one leap, the profound psychological shock and internal turmoil from the disparity in realms alone would likely drive it mad and cause it to perish instantly. Yet even then, for the immediate future, the second prenatal spirit would be unable to engage in combat or even participate in spell exchanges with others. Without at least a dozen years of meditation and inner cultivation, heart demons could emerge at any moment, threatening its stability of realm. What truly astonished Han Li, however, was the current state of the Buddhist Saint's Golden Body. After undergoing the mysterious energy's repeated melting and refining processes, intricate bands of purple-golden glyphs now adorned its surface, and the aura it radiated had grown more than double in strength compared to before. The Buddhist Saint's Golden Body was already no ordinary phenomenon; if its power could now increase by a factor of two, its potential impact was truly unimaginable. For Han Li, this represented yet another unexpected delight. Although Han Li made every effort to remain calm, the faint smile playing at the corner of his mouth could not be concealed. After one hour, his body stirred slightly, and he straightened himself, then settled back into a meditative posture. The injuries in his meridians had now healed to a large extent. With a single hand motion, several vials of varying colors appeared in his hands, from which he poured out a few peculiarly fragrant pills and swallowed them all at once. As his hands moved swiftly, the vials vanished, replaced instead by two unusually emerald-green crystalline stones. Without a word, Han Li held his eyes open, beginning to rapidly draw in the refined spiritual energy from the top-tier spiritual stones, aided by the medicinal power. It truly was quite amusing—just recently, Han Li had been so overwhelmed by the abundance of spiritual energy within him that he had longed to expel it all. Now, with his internal spiritual energy completely depleted, he found himself having to gather it bit by bit once again. This rather comical predicament naturally left Han Li somewhat speechless. Time flew by swiftly, and within moments, half a day had passed. Han Li closed his eyes tightly, then suddenly opened them—within his gaze, a flash of refined light briefly flickered, as though his inner qi had partially recovered. He furrowed his brows slightly, yet still rose slowly to his feet. Since he had progressed through two successive realms, his body now held far more capacity for inner qi than before. The ambient qi here was notably denser than in the outside world, and with the aid of medicinal herbs and spiritual stones, after such an extended period, only about two-tenths of his current qi had returned. Of course, this two-tenth level was already comparable to nearly half of his qi before he had attained any advancement. Nevertheless, at present, Han Li could not possibly remain seated here for several days, delaying matters so long. Only once he felt confident in his ability to protect himself did he resume his movements. He did not immediately head toward the door, but instead lifted his leg and walked toward the center of the stone platform. The most precious treasures here—the golden circular disc, though destroyed—still left behind several other items that deeply moved him, prompting him to intend to take them. This emerald-colored chair, standing before him now, was certainly one of them. When it previously harmonized with the golden disc floating above, it radiated brilliant luminescence and its inscribed runes shimmered dynamically, clearly indicating extraordinary significance. With a simple flick of his sleeve, a cascade of azure mist surged forth, and the chair instantly vanished. Upon scanning the surroundings, he moved with an uncanny grace, now appearing right before a warrior automaton. While the chair was impressive, he found himself even more intrigued by the several automata. At the moment the golden disc vanished, these automata returned to their original, motionless state, once again becoming lifeless. Yet, he could not in any way underestimate their potential. Previously, when these armored puppets were activated, the spiritual pressure they emitted was so strong that each one could rival a fully consolidated stage being. If he truly mastered these several armored puppets, the rewards would be incalculable. With this thought in mind, he subtly extended his divine awareness into the current puppets. However, after only a brief moment, Han Li's expression grew strangely puzzled. The structure of these puppets turned out to be remarkably simple and crude. The only aspect that remained unclear to him was that instead of ordinary spiritual stones, their cores were embedded with blocks of unfamiliar, deep-red stones. These stones were unknown to him—smooth and mirror-like in surface, yet covered with countless fine golden filaments that shimmered continuously. Their luminescence was extremely dim, as if they might extinguish at any moment. It was evident that the puppets' earlier movements had already consumed half of the energy stored within these stones. Should he fully activate them, each puppet would likely be able to perform only a few more actions before failing. Han Li furrowed his brow for a while, but ultimately gave a swift sweep of his sleeve, and with a flash of emerald light, intended to seal the puppet as well.