One cultivates Buddhist supernatural abilities, the other practices Daoist techniques. Regarding these issues, Han Li has largely leaned toward the elder's perspective. Having embarked on the path of cultivation, he naturally no longer concerns himself with post-life contingencies, solely focused on achieving enlightenment as soon as possible. Subsequently, Han Li slowly closed his eyes and entered meditation at the edge of the massive crater. The debate between the monk and the elder naturally yielded no resolution, and both eventually closed their eyes in silence. Time passed gradually, and within just three days and three nights, the yellow mist within the crater remained unchanged. One day, Han Li's eyelids stirred, and he opened his eyes. With his spiritual awareness sweeping casually across the base of the crater, his brows furrowed slightly, and he spoke: "Have the two of you been at this site for how long? Have you not mistaken the day when the yellow rice stone spirit endured its trial?" "Friend Han, don't worry. The Daoist in charge of this divination is a renowned master on our Sacred Isle, specializing in fortune-telling techniques—his chances of making an error are extremely slim. I and Master Tianchan have only recently arrived here, having come about ten days earlier than you. According to the specific divination results, the Stone Spirit should undergo its trial and tribulation within this month. Therefore, it won't take long at all. Perhaps there will already be some developments within the next few days." Master Heiya spoke calmly. "Then it seems I've been rather anxious! Hm, this—by the way..." Just as Friend Han was about to respond, his face suddenly changed, and he gasped out in surprise. Upon hearing Friend Han's words, the other two immediately turned their gaze sharply downward toward the large crater, their expressions now serious and attentive. The yellow mist at the bottom of the deep pit suddenly began to surge violently, radiating waves of cold air far more intense than before, causing a layer of lustrous, creamy frost to form silently on the lower stone wall. It looked utterly strange! A thunderclap roared overhead. At this, Han Li raised his head and glanced upward. High above, several tens of thousands of feet from the mountain peak, fierce winds swept through, and dark, ink-black clouds rapidly gathered, swirling and transforming into various shapes, while resonant thunder rolls echoed from within, as though countless bolts of lightning were forming. "Could this be it..." Han Li murmured, hesitating to speak further. "Ha ha, yes! The stone spirit is undergoing its heavenly calamity—it will soon rise from the yellow spring's fiery depths. Master Tianchan, let's begin setting up the arrangements!" Black Rain Master, upon seeing the scene, burst into laughter and then moved his body, rising into the air as a swirling mass of black light. At the same time, the other monk, beaming with delight, swept his robe outward and also ascended into the sky. As they both moved, one recited incantations while continuously flicking his ten fingers toward the surroundings, and the other waved his sleeves ceaselessly, launching array flags and array discs in dense succession that instantly covered the entire expanse of the vast depression before vanishing one by one. In a moment, a rigid and imposing sealing array was jointly established by the two, its power extending to every inch of the mountain's surface. At that moment, Black Rain Master halted his hand seal and suddenly spun in place. A surge of rushing sounds erupted—countless black dots burst forth from his body, then instantly burst themselves into fragments, transforming into countless threads of blackness and fading away. On the other side, the Tianchan monk gave a low cry, then flipped his palm, revealing a crimson lotus bowl. With a single flip, a phoenix's cry erupted from within the bowl, followed instantly by three bright red fire balls shooting out! Each ball was only the size of a human head, but upon a simple point of the monk's finger, it surged outward with a loud hiss, rapidly expanding into towering forms of over ten zhang in height, and then transformed into three magnificent, fully crimson flame phoenixes, each emitting a clear, resonant call. "Fire Phoenixes!" Han Li, upon seeing the three great birds, could not help but gasp, his breath caught in his throat, and exclaimed in astonishment. "Haha, forgive my embarrassment, Master Han. These are merely three fire phoenix-blooded, blazing birds—far from the true fire phoenixes. That stone spirit has lived for so long within the Yellow Springs' fiery depths, and should now be of an extremely cold, yin nature. The breath of these three blazing birds is quite remarkable, and I believe they will prove quite effective in containing this spirit." The Tianchan monk smiled gently. "Indeed, had its aura not been slightly weaker, this Blazing Flame Bird would have been rather similar to the legendary Fire Phoenix as described." After hearing the monk's explanation, Han Li still couldn't help marveling. At that moment, on the other side, Black Rain Shu, after expelling numerous black luminous spots from his body, suddenly opened his mouth and spat out a small, black-purple gourd. The gourd, only a few inches in size, shimmered with scattered points of mysterious silver light. Upon opening its mouth, it instantly released a translucent blue crystal scorpion, about a foot long, with a pair of semi-transparent wing-like appendages on its back, exquisitely refined. Below, the monk and the elder calmly performed a series of incantations on the four spiritual beasts, gradually concealing their forms and essences. Now, the sky was completely overcast, the heavens darkened like the bottom of a heavy pot; were it not for the occasional flashes of silver serpents dancing through the clouds, one might easily believe it was already deep night. "Brother Han, we should temporarily retreat beyond the mountain ridge! I and Master Tianchan need to use our treasures to eliminate the traces of energy we left behind here." Black Yu, bowing slightly, spoke with a touch of apology to Han Li, who remained seated by the giant crater. The monk gently shook the crystal orb, and instantly, a cascade of five-colored runes flowed across its surface. At once, a surge of piercing, white-hued cold rushed forth in waves. Meanwhile, Black Rain Master raised one hand, pressing a seal and urging his precious object forward. The jade fan, of a clear green hue, trembled slightly and, with a seemingly effortless motion, delivered several swift sweeps. A breath of misty, jade-colored wind surged from the fan, dispersing into towering gales that instantly intertwined with the cold force. A full-blown blizzard swept across the entire mountain, engulfing everything in the power of snow and ice. In an instant, the mountain transformed into a vast expanse of snow-white. At that moment, after exchanging a glance, both the Heavenly Cicada Monk and Black Rain Master, without knowing who had first uttered the word "go," moved their bodies and, like Han Li, stepped out of the wind and snow, materializing in the void beyond the mountain's peak. The faint traces of aura they had left behind were instantly swept away by the swirling wind and snow. "Master, take this item! Observing the current sky conditions, the Yellow Rice Stone Spirit will appear within a matter of moments." The monk raised his eyes once more to the heavens, narrowed his gaze, and said. "Of course! The Holy Island entrusted me with this treasure precisely for this very moment!" Black Rain Master chuckled warmly, then rubbed his hands together—suddenly, a surge of silver light erupted, and a thick stack of silvery mesh materialized silently. "Go!" The hunched elder roared, urging the silver mesh between his hands. The silver glow surged upward, then flashed and transformed into a vast expanse of silver mist, instantly enveloping the entire mountain peak beneath. Then, the elder pressed a hand seal, and the mist gradually became incredibly thin, until it finally faded completely into obscurity. "Heh, with this Silver Sky Thunder Net in place, the Stone Spirit will be unable to move through the air." What's most remarkable is that the heavenly lightning calamity has made no impact whatsoever on this network—the Yellow Rice Stone Spirit, no matter how acute its sensitivity, is unable to detect its presence." The monk clapped his hands and smiled lightly. "Indeed. This lightning network is a high-ranking spiritual treasure on the List of Universal Immortals from the Chaotic Age. Were it not for this crucial journey, the Holy Island would not have allowed me to carry it out so easily. Nevertheless, even though we have sealed the sky above, we must ensure the Stone Spirit does not manage to escape back into the Earth Fire. Once the spiritual essence of this artifact weakens during the calamity, we will immediately activate our magical array to cut off its retreat path. However, this array may not necessarily succeed in holding the Stone Spirit—then, I shall rely heavily on my friend, Mr. Han, for further assistance. We must absolutely prevent it from breaking through the array and returning underground. By the way, Mr. Han, be especially cautious of this artifact's illusions." Black Feathers Master spoke seriously to Han. "Both of you need not worry. As long as we merely prevent it from escaping, I believe I can manage to achieve that. "Since my spiritual awareness is no less than that of a senior stage cultivator, I naturally take this matter for granted," said Han Li. "If Master Han believes so, then I have no doubt there will be no issue. As for capturing the spiritual beings, it shall be my responsibility together with Master Tianchan to handle it." Though Black Rain Master felt a slight sense of unease at Han Li's confident demeanor, he found himself unable to object. Thus, after further discussion among the three, each of them cast their spells and gradually vanished from sight. In a matter of moments, the entire mountain was left still, save for the wind and snow still roaring incessantly. Soon thereafter, the wind and snow gradually ceased and dispersed. The mountain now lay gleaming white and exhaled a pervasive chill. At the same time, the black clouds in the sky, slowly rotating, coalesced into a vast, dark vortex. Amidst the whirlpool, countless silver arcs were gradually coalescing into a single, remarkably thick silver lightning arc. At the same time, the previously continuous roar of thunder suddenly ceased, leaving the upper sky utterly silent—yet a far more powerful pressure now filled the void, intensifying with growing force. Meanwhile, the yellow mist within the massive crater began to rotate slowly, forming a smaller vortex of its own. At the center of this vortex, the darkness was profound, with visible plumes of white vapor occasionally rising, as though spectral beings might burst forth at any moment.