"The dark-race warrior twitched his lips and spoke. 'Heh, then both of us can finally rest assured,' said the snow-white-race warrior, smiling slightly as if completely unsurprised by his sudden intervention. The dark-race warrior nodded and slowly closed his eyes. After the snow-white warrior glanced once more down the corridor, finding no signs of disturbance, he also smiled calmly and closed his eyes. As Han Li moved silently through the two warriors, neither of them blinked or opened their eyes, allowing him to glide seamlessly into the green giant door. Only then did Han Li feel truly at ease. Fortunately, the dark-race warrior had used a physical attack—something that could not affect Han Li's current ethereal form. If it had been a spell attack, even a simple fire ball would have revealed him instantly." In the span of a thought, Han Li moved like a ghost through the corridor behind the gate, turning several times before vanishing around a bend, completely out of sight. Indeed, this underground cavern could be said to be a marvel of nature's craftsmanship! Deep within, the network of passages branched out densely, spreading like a spider's web throughout the underground, most of them naturally formed. Thus, visitors entering the cavern often found themselves as if lost in a maze. Fortunately, Han Li carried the detailed map provided by the elder Xu, so he didn't have to take any detours. After a brief flight, he finally arrived at a natural stalactite cave. Within this cave, stretching over thirty zhang in width, a pale stone wall stood upright. On the surface of the stone wall, rows of golden characters shimmered with a mysterious glow. Han Li's eyes widened slightly upon seeing this, but as he glanced further, he noticed a warrior from the Rong tribe, wearing a conical hat, seated before the wall, deeply absorbed in thought, as if studying the characters inscribed upon it. Han Li slightly raised his brow, feeling the situation somewhat challenging. The items inscribed on this stone wall were, of course, his primary objective for this journey. Yet, if he wished to employ his secret techniques to replicate the inscriptions, he could not fail to disturb this Man of the Rong tribe. Han Li stood quietly at the entrance of the cavern, his face shifting between expressions of concern and contemplation. Meanwhile, the Rong man, wearing a hat, occasionally raised his hands to gesture at the wall, as though he were completely absorbed in his own task. Observing this, Han Li's thoughts settled, and he made his decision. With a subtle movement, he drifted silently toward the Rong man, closing the distance to just a few meters, still advancing slowly and steadily. The Rong man, however, remained fixed on the wall, never turning his head—clearly fully concentrated on it. Han Li felt a surge of satisfaction. When he had drawn within two zhang of the man, he launched his action decisively. At that moment, a golden glow flashed across his body, revealing his form instantly. With a single hand motion, a small, dark mountain surged forth, carrying a hazy radiance, roaring toward the R At the same time, a golden figure with three heads and six arms materialized suddenly from behind. As the six arms blurred, six golden palms simultaneously pressed虚空 toward the nearby Rong clan members. The traveler in the conical hat stirred to consciousness, startled, a green glow flashing across his body as he prepared to cast a secret spell and vanish—yet almost instantly, from behind, the six golden palms suddenly flashed with a radiant light, each radiating an invisible, immense force that enveloped him. The Rong clan member felt his shoulders sink, the air around him grow dense, his fingers stiffened, unable to move, and even his inner magical energy momentarily coagulated, making it difficult to flow as he wished. The black mountain above his head surged upward, swelling rapidly and spinning swiftly, with vast swaths of hazy light spiraling outward, and countless silver symbols bursting forth from its base. The Rong clan member's face now bore an expression of profound shock and anger. Yet, being no ordinary person, he swiftly flashed a thought through his mind, then deeply inhaled, and a powerful roar burst forth from his mouth. He had even intended to issue a warning to the other clan members within the abode, disregarding any consequences. However, the sound waves formed by his cry collided with the gray luminous halos surrounding him and simply vanished without a trace, unable to propagate beyond a few paces. The hearts of the Rong clan members sank as they still hadn't devised an alternative course of action when suddenly, a golden thread burst forth from the six golden palms. As soon as it wound around them, it tightly bound the Rong clan members in a solid embrace. At the same time, the silver characters emanating from the Yuanmagnetic Pole Mountain transformed into a shimmering silver array that descended downward. With a heavy "thud," the array collapsed and dissolved, yet the Rong clan members vanished completely from sight, as if they had never been present at all. In reality, if someone employed great spiritual insight to peer into the heart of the Yuanmagnetic Pole Mountain, they would clearly see the Rong族 people unconscious and seemingly appearing deep within the mountain's core. Their bodies were tightly bound by one strand after another of golden silk, and their Yuan婴 tubes were completely covered with a layer of silver incantations, forcing them into a state of deep sleep. From the moment Han Li appeared and took action until he used the Yuanmagnetic Pole Mountain to instantly enclose the foreign beings within its folds, the entire process lasted only a few breaths. Whether it was the manifestation of his golden form or the summoning of the Yuanmagnetic Pole Mountain, both actions occurred silently, with the spiritual pressure and fluctuations reduced to a near-undetectable level. Therefore, as long as no third party was present within this cavern, it would be impossible to detect that a cultivator at the peak of the Liangxu stage had been silently and suddenly captured in such a brief span. Upon seeing his success, Han Li breathed a deep sigh of relief. Fortunately, there was only one Rong族 person present here, and even more fortunate, his entire mental focus remained fixed upon the golden seal script inscribed on the Had he faced any of the other two pairs of non-native ethnic groups, he would have easily extinguished them—making capture impossible altogether. As long as the opponent remained alive, the other non-native ethnic groups would not notice any anomaly at this location for some time. The ability of this mountain to directly absorb beings into its core was a spatial technique specifically developed when the Yuanmagnetic Mountain was transformed into a Ji Mountain. Should the Five-Ji Mountain be fully perfected, this technique could even draw rivers and seas into its embrace, something ordinary people would find unimaginable. Even now, the singular Ji Mountain possessed formidable power—once an opponent was absorbed within, they would be utterly helpless, no matter how hard they tried. Han Li did not hesitate further. He drew his golden form and the black mountain peak inward, then merely shook his sleeve. A dark, circular ring shot out, spiraled once, and released a cascade of green light that swiftly descended and wrapped around the stone wall. The light flickered, yet the stone wall emitted a faint golden glow, remaining still and immovable—refusing to be stored within the storage bracelet. Han Li sighed inwardly, though his face betrayed no surprise. If this item could have been easily collected, it wouldn't have remained here all this time. His earlier action had been merely a precaution. A flash of white light, and a jade scroll the size of a palm shot out from the black ring, spiraling before hovering before the stone wall. With a single hand gesture, he swiftly pointed his finger at the storage bracelet. Instantly, the jade scroll shimmered, and a sheet of silver light burst forth, fully enveloping the stone wall's surface. At that moment, the golden characters on the wall began to warp and twist, as if coming to life, and then clusters of golden light surged upward from the wall, gradually dissolving into the scroll. After all the golden light clusters had been absorbed, Han Li narrowed his eyes and suddenly withdrew his hand seal. The scroll's silver glow faded, and it condensed into a sphere of pure white light, which settled into his hands. Holding the scroll in one hand, Han Li sent his divine awareness through it, and a gentle smile appeared on his face. The golden characters inscribed on the jade scroll indeed matched perfectly those on the stone wall. He carefully resecured the storage bracelet and the jade scroll, then flipped it over with one hand, and a purple scroll appeared, which he gently pressed against his body. A ripple of purple light flashed, and Han Li's form once again became ethereal. Thus, after a thorough search within the cave, Han Li managed to locate three additional caverns, each featuring stone walls inscribed with the same golden characters. Of these, only one had a guardian; the other two were completely unoccupied. This brought Han Li great joy. After successfully ambushing and incorporating another Rong族 member using the same method, he copied the golden characters from all three caverns onto the same jade scroll. According to the elder Xu's map, only the final segment of the golden characters remained to be collected, after which the entire technique would be complete. Yet, by now, Han Li had grown even more cautious. Since no other people from the Rong clan had been encountered in the earlier locations, they must all have gathered at this final cavern. As heard from the earlier eavesdropping, the final seal inscribed with golden characters had not yet been broken—hence, so many people remained here. While pondering this, Han Li had already arrived at a crossroads, the very path leading to the final cavern. He scanned the surroundings, stroked his chin, and then raised his hand. Instantly, dozens of array flags surged forth from his sleeves, totaling over a hundred. This was his most powerful set of array tools, forming a spell array of considerable strength—capable of temporarily confining a Lingxu-stage being. In addition, he released a set of Jiugong Tianqian symbols, causing a grand palace image to flash briefly before vanishing into the upper part of the spell array. Although the materials for this scroll were exceedingly rare, during his stay in Yun City, he finally managed to gather enough to create two more sets. Thus, even if the military people from outside learned of the sudden upheaval within the cave and wished to return to join the others, they would be temporarily held back by these two sets of seals, giving him sufficient time. After completing all this, Han Li nodded contentedly, then lightly struck his palm against his forehead. A flash of golden light revealed a golden form with three heads and six arms materializing behind him. He then opened his mouth and expelled a surge of black energy, which instantly merged into the golden form. "Go," Han Li commanded without hesitation. On the golden form's face, the fierce expression momentarily softened, and then the figure flickered, vanishing into the nearby void as if a ghost. Following this, he flicked his finger in his sleeve, and a sphere of silver flame, along with two silver scrolls, shot forth. "Pffft" — several sounds, each transforming into a silver phoenix and two faint silver silhouettes, vanishing instantly into the ground before them.