The Jin Zhuanwen differed from the Yin Kewen; both regarded this spiritual script as a treasure, never allowing outsiders to know even the slightest details about it. Thus, although it was known that certain individuals within each of the two clans must understand Jin Zhuanwen, few could name exactly who these were. At the very least, the Blood-Flame people should not understand this script—otherwise, they would have already solved the problem with this scroll by now. Without having learned this spiritual script during his time in the Guanghan Realm, Han Li would likewise have been utterly at a loss upon seeing these golden characters. Han Li gazed at the golden characters for a moment, and then the Jin Zhuanwen flickered and vanished once more. Frowning slightly, he instinctively flicked out several fingers, launching seven or eight streaks of jade-green sword energy. As the sword energies cut through, more golden characters emerged, now appearing slightly different from before. Han Li's mind stirred, and the swordlight in his hands flowed continuously, forming a sweeping band of jade-green shimmer that instantly engulfed the scroll in its glow... Immediately, the golden scroll trembled slightly, and clusters of golden light burst forth from its surface, revealing a complete inscription of golden characters. Han Li's eyes flashed with blue light, fixing upon the golden runes without blinking, maintaining steady focus for the entire duration of a meal before finally registering a subtle shift in expression and halting the flow of sword energy in his hands. As the scroll's luminous aura subsided, the golden characters gradually faded and dispersed. Han Li extended his hand into the air, grasping the scroll with a swift "whoosh," then settled into thoughtful contemplation. He had already memorized the entire golden script in his mind and scanned it briefly. If his intuition was correct, this spiritual text described a profound method for setting up a magical array. Though somewhat vague in its details, it was undoubtedly clear enough that, upon fully comprehending it, he would be able to replicate the entire array. Yet though the array was not particularly large, its subtle and refined intricacies far surpassed any array he had previously encountered in the spiritual realm. Had it not been for his own prior comprehension of the sealing mechanisms embedded within the several obsolete script symbols he had learned from the Cold Moon Realm, he would have utterly failed to grasp the intended meaning of the entire golden cursive text at that moment. Indeed, recognizing the golden cursive script and truly understanding the array's sealing mechanisms were two entirely different matters—worlds apart! Based on his estimation, fully comprehending and mastering this array would require no less than several decades of dedicated study and focused research. Even though he was deeply interested in the contents of the scroll, he simply could not afford to waste so much time now. With a light exhalation, Han Li gently stored the urgent golden scroll into his storage bracelet. Then, after a brief moment of thought, he brought his hands together and separated them slightly, and in the space between his palms, a strange piece of wood emerged—about half a foot long, thick as his thumb, with a uniformly black-and-red, winding texture. This wooden piece now dull and lifeless, continuously exuding thin streaks of blood mist—exactly the Qi-Sorrow Bloodwood acquired in the previous auction! After retrieving it, the storage bracelet on Han Li’s wrist continued to glow with vibrant light, and various vials and containers of auxiliary materials swiftly materialized on the floor of the chamber. Han Li smiled gently at these items, then suddenly threw the bloodwood into the air, followed by opening his mouth to exhale a sphere of silvery flame. The silvery flame instantly enveloped the bloodwood, the two elements intertwining and producing a crisp, crackling sound. With one hand forming gestures and the other rapidly grasping at the ground, Han Li summoned the colorful auxiliary materials, which swiftly rose and were absorbed into the silvery flame. His eyes shimmered with a steady blue light, fixed intently on the glowing silver flame above, completely absorbed in the process. Even at night, Han Li did not leave the chamber, and even his routine teachings to the spirit of the artifact and Hai Dashi were conducted through voice messages transmitted through the chamber’s door. It wasn't until seven or eight days later that Han Li finally emerged from the sealed chamber. As soon as he stepped out, that very night under the dark, misty sky, he swiftly transported Hai the Young and the Spirit Entity a distance of over a million li away from Jiuxian Mountain, then gifted them with some pills and magical artifacts, sending them off toward Tianyuan City. He then returned to Jiuxian Mountain himself. However, two days later, Bai Gu Shi appeared at the mountain with a mysterious air. After a quiet conversation in the hall, Han Li followed him away. Almost simultaneously, several independent cultivators who had achieved the combined stage were found in the other gathering palaces of Jiuxian Mountain, each of them leaving their residences and vanishing at the same time. It wasn't until half a day later that a number of these combined-stage cultivators—including Han Li—reappeared. Due to the brief duration of the incident, few people, aside from the more observant, noticed this strange occurrence. During the ongoing Wàn Bǎo Grand Assembly, Han Li frequently left his quarters, making purchases in various markets, occasionally acquiring materials that caught his eye. In other times, he resumed his interactions with several cultivators who had reached the Consolidated Stage, regularly attending smaller, more intimate exchange gatherings and securing some notable gains. Meanwhile, Dai Er visited Han Li every few days, though the matters were never urgent—each visit was always lively and enjoyable. Whenever he saw Dai Er’s face resembling that of Nan Gong Wan, he felt a distinct sense of curiosity. As the Wàn Bǎo Grand Assembly drew near to its conclusion, Xuanwu's Imperial Court and Tianyuan's Sacred Emperor once again dispatched representatives to invite those several human-ethnic cultivators who had reached the Consolidated Stage, offering them exceptionally generous terms. Indeed, two of them were convinced and joined either side. Han Li naturally still declined the invitation, and a few days after the conclusion of the Ten-Thousand-宝 Assembly, he gracefully departed from Jiuxian Mountain. With him went Bai Guo'er, the one possessing the body of ice essence. For a time, both vanished completely, leaving no trace. As the Ten-Thousand-宝 Assembly drew to a close, the human and divine races gathered at Jiuxian Mountain gradually dispersed. The Three Emperors and the Seven Divine Kings also departed from the mountain on the very day the assembly ended. A month later, Jiuxian Mountain—once hosting a million beings from various races—once again returned to its former tranquility, with only the original guards remaining. Over time, the various tales and news from the assembly gradually fell out of common conversation. And thus, four years passed. That day, near a remote and secluded mountain peak within the Tianyuan Realm, a group of human cultivators suddenly descended from one direction—comprising men, women, children, all dressed in varied attire. Yet on the cuffs and collars of their robes, each bore a distinct green character: "Gu." Women clearly outnumbered the men, all graceful and beautiful as blossoms. These nearly one hundred cultivators landed directly on the mountain's summit. Some immediately set up a simple protective cultivation array around the area, while the majority gathered clean stones and settled cross-legged, closing their eyes to meditate. At the forefront of this group stood an elderly man with flowing yellow hair and a young, pale woman dressed in blue imperial robes. Both had reached the peak of the Lingxu stage, standing straight and still, yet softly exchanging words through inner communication. "Master Xiao Feng, the meeting location you were scheduled to meet at—was it indeed this Mount Wanggui? I believe it's correct. The time appears to be just right as well." The yellow-haired elder raised his head, glanced at the sky, and whispered a few words to the young woman. "Xiao Elder need not worry. With the status he now holds, it's impossible for him to breach the agreement. Moreover, the fact that he personally sent someone to deliver this message shows his initiative—there's no way this could go wrong." The clean-faced young woman replied without hesitation. "Agreed. This is most favorable. Unexpectedly, the Supreme Elder has sustained injuries during his journey back from the wild frontier and will now enter a closed meditation for a full century. That means we'll miss our True Spirit Festival, which occurs every three thousand years in our True Spirit family. The Supreme Elder is also the only Condensed Body cultivator within our valley family—without his presence, our prospects at this festival are quite uncertain. Fortunately, the family head foresaw this and arranged for a Condensed Body elder to join us. Otherwise, we might as well skip the festival entirely!" The yellow-haired elder sighed. "Indeed." The True Spirit Grand Canon involves not only the number of our true spirit family heirs who can enter the Hidden Spirit Cavern, but also a wide range of other interests—none of which we can afford to easily relinquish. Last time, thanks to the intervention of the Supreme Elder, our valley's standing remained relatively strong. This time, we had hoped to invite external allies to bolster our position and further elevate our ranking. Yet we never expected the Supreme Elder to unexpectedly be unable to attend. Under such circumstances, merely maintaining our current standing would be considered a great achievement. The young wife managed a weak smile, her face slightly pained. "That does make sense. The Master has invited Master Han, who has only recently achieved the Consolidated Stage—just over a decade ago. Even with exceptional talent, he cannot compare to the Supreme Elder, who has established his reputation over nearly ten thousand years. Moreover, the Supreme Elder still requires true spirit blood to be activated; once that is released, the contrast between them becomes even more pronounced." The elderly man with white hair also chuckled softly, shaking his head. "But if no Congeal-period cultivator is present to back us up, this True Spirit Grand Ceremony will surely be a real embarrassment for us." The young wife said, her expression darkening. "That's true! Among the five top families ranked at the True Spirit Grand Ceremony, which one doesn't have a Congeal-period cultivator stationed at the helm?" The elderly man with gray hair drew a faint sigh, clearly feeling helpless. For a moment, both fell silent, as though they had lost all interest in further conversation. Time passed slowly. After two hours, a flash of azure light appeared in the sky on the other side, and a streak of azure light surged forth. At this sight, the young wife's face brightened, and she murmured softly, "He's arrived! Indeed, he is remarkably punctual!" The elderly man, meanwhile, his eyes gleaming with interest, carefully focused on the streak of azure light rushing toward them. Yet the streak was so bright and vivid that he could only make out the outlines of two figures—one tall and one shorter—within the shimmering azure glow. Suddenly, a sharp sound of rushing air erupted above the mountain peak. Then the green light flickered, and instantly a green rainbow appeared above the assembled cultivators. As the light faded, a young man in a green robe and a charming girl of about thirteen or fourteen years old materialized before them.