At this moment, Han Li's Yuan Yin only felt an extraordinary heat throughout his entire being, as though the entire Yuan Yin was filled with a blazing molten rock, baking him dry and parching his mouth. Just then, a tremendous suction surged from his lower body. With no resistance at all, the Yuan Yin suddenly shrank to one-tenth of its original size and flashed into the Tian Ling Gai at the crown of his body, returning to his physical form. The intense heat energy previously filling the Yuan Yin instantly found a release point and surged forth in a frenzy, pouring into his physical body. Han Li's body had always been exceptionally translucent; as this wave of heat energy flowed into him, a shimmering glow rippled across his skin, instantly making his physical form half-transparent. Even the delicate golden bones embedded within his flesh became faintly visible. At this moment, countless fine filaments of light were intricately weaving and enveloping these bones, glowing with a soft, five-toned spiritual radiance. Meanwhile, countless fine energy streams swiftly flowed through the meridians at his Dan Tian. Han Li only felt that as the energy passed through, the intense heat swiftly vanished, transforming into a steady flow of coolness that brought him profound comfort. After a brief moment, all the energy gathered and surged directly toward his head on its own. He sensed, within his consciousness sea, a great lock, like a massive door, being effortlessly unlocked by this energy flow. Immediately thereafter, a sensation of tingling and numbness permeated deep into his spirit, surging from his core, causing him to involuntarily open his mouth and emit a long, resonant roar. The white-haired elder, upon regaining mobility, instantly transformed into a beam of white light and shot straight toward the abode, intent on summoning the clan members to depart immediately. However, just as these elders had regained their ability to move, the prolonged roar emitted by Han Li began to roll in like a surging tide. The roar sounded like successive thunderclaps, and as it swept across the misty sea spanning hundreds of miles, waves of mist rose in towering mountain-like formations, surging outward in all directions. The cultivators stationed at the edges of the misty sea were naturally startled and fled in panic. Yet, once the roar reached their ears, they felt a sudden "hum" in their consciousness, as if thunderbolts had exploded directly within their heads, causing them to cry out and plummet from the sky. Though their inner cultivation powers momentarily failed, their physical bodies remained remarkably strong compared to ordinary mortals. Even when they fell from heights of several hundred zhang to the ground, they only experienced intense pain and did not suffer serious injury. Yet, the howling sound coming from afar, continuous and unceasing, resonated like a haunting, soul-destroying melody, causing the cultivators to writhe in agony, rolling helplessly on the ground, clutching their ears with both hands in desperate attempts to ease the pain. Yet the sound seemed to directly impact their spiritual awareness. Even those who tore off their cloaks to completely seal their ears found no relief—the howling remained vivid and unmistakable, crashing into their minds with relentless thunderous roars. Within mere moments, these cultivators felt as though they had endured months of relentless suffering, each one longing to burst into pieces, eager for the unbearable torment to cease. They truly felt as though they were dying. At this moment, the massive waves of mist had already reached the edge of the mist sea, surging forth with tremendous force, pushing outward and pressing down fiercely upon the surrounding areas. Some cultivators managed to turn their heads to witness this spectacle, their faces instantly turning pale and lifeless. Though these waves were composed merely of mist, their astonishing momentum stirred profound astonishment and fear within them. After all, at this very moment, they were utterly unable to activate any of their precious treasures or cultivation techniques to withstand these surging waves. Who knew whether these mist waves might not harbor some hidden power of their own? As the one after another towering waves of white mist seemed destined to crash against the mountain peaks, submerging the entire host of human cultivators beneath them, a sudden, abrupt silence fell in the center of the mist—then a sharp, cold exhalation echoed through the air. Immediately, a series of resonant "thuds" erupted—crashing, bursting in succession—each wave exploding and vanishing into nothingness. As if the entire dramatic scene had never occurred at all. It wasn't until a full cup of tea's time had passed that the human cultivators managed to stagger up from the ground, disheveled and shaken. Some exchanged glances with their neighbors, each finding profound fear etched upon the other's face. No one dared to speak a word; instead, they all swiftly summoned their flight lights and returned to their respective abodes. Soon, streaks of spatial light shot forth from each mountain peak, racing in all directions. They never paused along the way, until, after traveling a distance of a million li, a few of them hesitated slightly and descended. Many others simply vanished into the sky, leaving the region entirely. After all, living next to such a master—whose mere exhalation could send them to either life or death—was simply overwhelming. However, the astonishing celestial phenomena and the evident magical prowess displayed by Han Li earlier had sparked quiet speculations in many minds. Though filled with awe, some began to form new thoughts. In a small valley a hundred thousand li away, the white-haired elder settled his clan members and disciples, then immediately dispatched a strong disciple—second only to himself—carrying a jade scroll personally delivered, on a continuous journey toward the distant ancestral home of the Gu Valley family, located far beyond. At the same time, the news of a great cultivator who had just achieved the Consolidated Stage residing on Xurishan Peak spread with an astonishing speed throughout other regions! At that moment, the misty sea near Xurishan Peak returned to its original state, thick white fog completely concealing the mountain peak, and everything appeared unusually quiet. … Three days later, Han Li, seated in the inner chamber deep within the mountain, slowly opened his eyes. The blue glow in his pupils was brilliant, but after blinking once, it faded back to a normal, dark hue. Though he had successfully advanced to the Consolidated Stage several days prior, he immediately resumed meditation in the chamber to consolidate his stage and cultivation. Now, finally, he had stabilized the adverse effects of his greatly enhanced cultivation and could begin other activities. Han Li glanced around slowly, and the previously calm expression on his face suddenly took on a strange look. Even without releasing his spiritual awareness, he could clearly sense the drifting qi of heaven and earth pulsing through the otherwise empty chamber. Han Li exhaled gently, then suddenly pressed a hand seal while murmuring a simple incantation. To his astonishment, a resonant hum erupted in the air, followed by flashes of white light—then, a series of palm-sized wind blades materialized, appearing in the space. These wind blades were incredibly thin, semi-transparent, and gently trembling as they hovered in mid-air, filling the entire chamber. "Indeed, the scrolls confirm this! Once one reaches the Consolidated Body stage, their sensitivity and control over heavenly and earthly qi vastly surpass that of the Immersive Stage—requiring almost no spiritual energy, they can directly shape and project the qi into tangible attacks." Han Li murmured, his face glowing with delight. With a simple shake of his robe, the wind blades dissolved into clusters of white light. Han Li closed his eyes and began to carefully examine, with his spiritual awareness, the condition of his physical body and inner energy after advancing to the Consolidated Stage, checking for any potential issues. After a full meal's worth of time, Han Li opened his eyes with a look of delight. Most importantly, one must first ascertain whether his beloved wife, Nan Gong Wan, has indeed arrived in the spiritual realm. However, since Nan Gong Wan might have used the method of secretly traversing spatial nodes to ascend to the spiritual realm, she might not be found even in Tianyuan City—she could very well have ended up in other regions, or even within the territory of the demonic clans. After all, the human and demonic realms are adjacent to each other. Therefore, should no news of her be received in Tianyuan City, it would inevitably be necessary to journey to various locations within both human and demonic territories in search of her. Should Nan Gong Wan truly remain stranded in the mortal realm due to insufficient cultivation and divine abilities, he would surely have to devise a means to breach the boundary and actively assist her. All one would need to do is to transport several immortal pills and various treasures he currently holds across the realms to her hands—this would undoubtedly greatly enhance her cultivation and ensure her successful ascension to the spiritual realm. Thinking of his beloved wife, Han Li naturally felt a myriad of emotions, and found himself lingering in the inner chamber, lost in thought for a long time. Only after a deep, weary sigh did he regain his focus and resume pondering other matters. Besides the matter of Nangong Wan, he needed to visit the descendant of the Ice-Soul Immortal Maiden—the "Xu Immortal Maiden" —after his departure from the immortal realm. By simply asking her about the whereabouts of the Ice-Soul Immortal Maiden and delivering the items entrusted to the elderly man of the Xu family, he would surely gain a clear understanding of the situation. As for the matter assigned by Qingyuan Zi, he had gathered most of the required materials. However, since the location from which the Thunder-Rumble Continent had sent the materials was roughly equidistant from both the Human and Feilin clans, he had initially chosen to return to the Human clan rather than go to the Feilin clan, prioritizing his own security. After all, the time frame mentioned was within a millennium, and with over six or seven centuries still remaining until the deadline, he had ample time. He could thus advance his cultivation to the late Consolidation stage before meeting Qingyuan Zi again to exchange for the River of the Underworld's Divine Milk. Thus, it becomes more reliable.