One after another, white runes surged from the pool of blood, flickering and then dissolving into the crystalline sarcophagus. Instantly, a bright glow coalesced within the coffin, swiftly taking the form of a hazy white figure. Seeing this, Xu Jiao didn't hesitate—he simply flicked his sleeve forward. In an instant, a small vial of blood shot out, spiraling slightly before hovering motionless before the white-clad man. Xu Jiao took a deep breath, raised his hand, and rapidly manipulated his fingers, sending a series of spells flashing into the vial. Immediately, a shimmering blood glow appeared on the vial's surface, which then gently trembled before the lid flew open on its own. "Pffft!" A thread of blood jetted out from the mouth of the vial and, under the impetus of Xu Jiao's spell, shot straight toward the crystal sarcophagus floating above the blood pool. It vanished instantly. The thread easily merged into the blood sarcophagus. A strange scene unfolded. At the very instant the blood threads penetrated the white figure within the crimson crystal sarcophagus, the figure seemed to be stained red, instantly transforming into a deep crimson hue. Witnessing this, the Xu family cultivators surrounding them all sensed the pivotal moment had arrived—each radiated a brilliant glow and raised their incantations with heightened intensity. Among them, Xu Yuan and the other two Lingxu cultivators especially vigorously waved their crimson banners before them. Within the blood-colored light veils hovering above the spell array, fresh red characters gradually emerged, swirling continuously around the crimson crystal sarcophagus. At the same time, the blood vortex in the pool erupted into sharp, resonant cries. A dense stream of blood threads surged forth from the pool, shooting upward in rapid succession, then swiftly vanishing and plunging into the sarcophagus, where they swiftly spiraled around the crimson figure. With so many blood threads converging simultaneously, the originally blurred crimson figure gradually solidified into a human-shaped blood cocoon, growing larger and more distinct with each influx of blood threads from below. Within moments, the blood cocoon not only grew to the size of a true human being, but also began to subtly reveal features such as eyes and nostrils at its head. From a distance, it appeared most strange. Yet, upon focusing one's awareness and penetrating into it, one could observe that although fresh blood threads continuously flowed into the cocoon, the earlier blood strands that had wrapped around it were rapidly turning white and dry, fading from within outward, and eventually turning to ash and vanishing. As time passed, despite the Xu family's high-level cultivators desperately accelerating the magical array, the blood threads spewing from the blood pool failed to increase significantly. Under these circumstances, the blood cocoon not only stopped growing but began to gradually shrink. Amid the constant movement of blood threads, the cocoon's face seemed to express growing distress. The faces of Xu Jiao and other senior Xu family members changed dramatically, and they all urgently summoned their inner cultivation energy. Yet, all they could achieve was to maintain the condition of the blood cocoon within the crystal coffin from further deterioration. The longer it took, the paler the Xu family's cultivators grew, their faces drained of inner energy, as though they had all drawn upon their last reserves of qi. Seeing this, Xu Jiao grew increasingly anxious and could no longer contain himself, turning toward the corner of the hall where Han Li sat. At that moment, Han Li remained seated, motionless, yet with one hand lightly resting on his chin, gazing at the group as though deep in thought. "Senior Han," Xu Jiao called out, his voice filled with urgency, as though he intended to say more pleading words. But Han Li, sensing what the white-robed man wished to express, interrupted him before he could continue. "My friend, there's no need to rush. Since I've agreed to assist, I am confident in my course of action." Then, calmly rising to his feet, Han Li suddenly raised his hand and struck his forehead. A flash of dark light followed, and instantly, a small figure about half a foot tall emerged—dressed in a black battle armor, bare-handed, expressionless—none other than Han Li's second immortal embryo. Then Han Li lifted his sleeve again, and a sphere of golden light shot forth, transforming into a small golden beast in a single flash. This creature exuded an eerie aura, with cold, piercing eyes—none other than the Leopard-Scaly Beast. Upon seeing the infant and the beast, Xu Jiao and the other cultivators all felt a sudden shock. Yet before they could react, Han Li merely shook his sleeve and softly instructed, "Go." At once, the infant floating above his head pressed a series of hand seals, and as his form shifted, he vanished completely from his original spot. The next moment, Old Xu Ho felt a sharp sound of rushing air above him, and his black immortal embryo suddenly materialized from the void. His face tightened slightly, and several of his precious artifacts within him stirred to life, heightening his alertness. But the immortal embryo paid no attention to the elder below, instead extending both small hands to gently strike the blood banner before him. With two soft "puff" sounds, two beams of black light erupted and plunged directly into the banner. The banners, which had initially dimmed due to the elder's insufficient magical power, suddenly emitted a resonant hum, and the bloodlight surged once more, even surpassing their former brilliance. Xu Hu was first startled, then immediately began shifting his hand seals with joy, synchronizing them with the great support above his head. At the same time, beside the other elder, Xu Yan, the indistinct figure flickered and took form, revealing the slender body of the Leopard Leopard beast. As the creature opened its mouth, a pure stream of spiritual energy erupted in the form of a golden, shimmering column, striking another blood banner. As for Han Li himself, after appearing to take a simple step forward, a flash of pale blue-white electric arcs surged beneath his feet, and in an instant, he seemed to have traversed dozens of paces, materializing directly before Xu Yuan, the senior elder of the Xu family. Before the other could even register his astonishment, Han Li withdrew a hand from his sleeve and gently tapped the third blood banner with a single finger. A flash of emerald light burst from his fingertip, instantly expanding into a large, fist-sized emerald lotus. After a brief shimmer, it shot forth. At that very moment, the lotus vanished into the blood banner as a mere outline, leaving behind a ripple of presence. The banner immediately trembled violently, swelling noticeably in size as waves of crimson runes surged out like a tide from its surface. Han Li's other fingers soon followed, each releasing a lotus that silently sank into the banner, transforming into streams of pure spiritual energy. Originally finding it difficult to maintain the banner's momentum, Xu Yuan now felt a significant relief in his efforts, his eyes widening with surprise. At this moment, the previously rotating blood vortex within the blood pool suddenly ceased its sharp humming, yet it expanded dramatically—now occupying well over half of the pool's area. The individual blood filaments originally sprouting from the pool became, after the vortex underwent a dramatic transformation, a flurry of blood threads shooting out in dense, swirling bursts. The blood cocoons within the crystal sarcophagus, which had begun to wither, suddenly seemed infused with renewed vitality—quickly regaining their original volume, and as the blood filaments on their surface began to ripple, gradually assuming the graceful form of a woman. At this moment, Xu Jiao exclaimed with great joy: "Blood body formation is beginning!" With this exclamation, the various cultivators of the Xu family, led by Xu Yuan, a third-stage Ming Liang cultivator, swiftly changed their hand seals. The blood-colored runes originally encircling the sarcophagus surged wildly, rushing inward and then flashing into the blood cocoons. Upon absorbing these runes, the humanoid blood cocoon began to shine with luminous light, becoming increasingly translucent and smooth, gradually solidifying. After a cup of tea's worth of time, the humanoid blood cocoon completely transformed into a vivid, statue-like form, hovering motionless within the crystalline coffin. "It's done!" Seeing this, Xu Jiao exhaled in relief and then drew back the leading spell. The other Xu family cultivators naturally followed, halting their movements as well. The entire spell array instantly dimmed and ceased operation. The cultivators then rose from the ground, all turning their gaze toward the blood-colored crystal coffin floating above. Xu Jiao and the other senior Xu family members fixed their eyes on the object within, motionless. At this moment, Han Li summoned the magical infant and the leopard stag creature with a mere mental command. Both silently flew back and, upon a brief flash of light, mysteriously vanished into the sleeves of Han Li, leaving no trace. Only then did Han Li turn with genuine interest to the blood pool above. To the sight, the blood-colored statue within the crystal sarcophagus shimmered with fluctuating light. Suddenly, two soft clicks echoed, and at the spot where the statue's eyes should have been closed, the surface cracked inch by inch, revealing two distinct openings. Beneath these openings, two fresh, vibrant eyes emerged. Upon a slight turn, they emitted a radiance that was both unusual and profoundly arresting. Han Li observed this scene, his expression subtly stirred, yet quickly settled into stillness. Everyone else in the hall fell silent, breathless, gazing intently at the changes within the sarcophagus. The initial two clicks seemed merely the beginning. After the pair of blood-colored eyes swept across and then closed again, the entire blood-colored statue appeared fragile, like a delicate porcelain vessel, gradually revealing countless fine fissures with a continuous series of crisp, brittle sounds. Then, with a pleasant hum, the layer of substance that had solidified on the statue's surface shattered into countless fragments and fell away. As these fragments vanished into a swirling mist of blood, a stunningly beautiful woman materialized within the crystal sarcophagus. Her long, slender legs and taut abdomen exuded an irresistible allure for men, while her smooth, porcelain skin and pure, flawless face rendered her utterly perfect. The woman's eyes were closed, her arms crossed over her chest, partially concealing her even more breathtaking appearance, which caused several male cultivators in the hall to involuntarily suppress a steady stream of saliva. After all, the Xu family cultivators present were all at the Yuan Ying stage or above, possessing far greater composure than ordinary cultivators—otherwise, many would have surely displayed more unseemly reactions. Before the leading figures, Xu Jiao and others could take any action, a sudden flash of blood-colored light erupted from the woman's body, and a refined, elegant crimson imperial robe materialized spontaneously upon her. Then, as her long lashes shifted slightly, she slowly opened her eyes, revealing a pair of blood-hued pupils that gleamed with an emotionless, cold radiance before the assembled crowd.