Seizing this favorable moment, Han Li didn't hesitate—just rubbed his hands together and then suddenly snapped them upward! A thunderous roar erupted. As golden electric flashes danced, countless electric arcs shot out, forming an immense grid that instantly enveloped Shi Ling. When the spiritual creature regained consciousness after that cold snort, it found itself tightly wrapped in layers upon layers of electric arcs. Naturally unwilling to be captured thus, Shi Ling let out a sharp cry, and yellow demonic flames surged forth once more. Upon contact with the golden arcs formed by the Divine Thunder of Bi Xie, these flames began to dissolve, emitting a deep, crackling sound. For a moment, Shi Ling seemed poised to break free. Yet Han Li had finally managed to ensnare it—how could he allow it even a single chance? With a subtle smile playing at his lips, he raised one hand and chanted a spell, instantly vanishing to stand mere inches away from Shi Ling. But at that moment, a sudden, somewhat urgent voice from Hei Yu Shangren reached his ears: "Friend Han, please hold on—let my spiritual insects handle this spiritual artifact." Han Li was momentarily startled, and his hand movements naturally paused. He saw the elderly figure, who had previously floated motionless in the air, have his eyes flicker several times, then emit a long, resonant roar. Almost simultaneously, the azure flying scorpion on his body briefly blurred, its spectral form flashing rapidly, and suddenly manifested several identical flying scorpions. As each of these scorpions spread its wings slightly, they swiftly dissolved into clusters of blue light, vanishing at their original spots. Then, as a ripple of spatial disturbance surged, the scorpions appeared above the stone spirit. With its tail hooks glowing, they simultaneously discharged bursts of blue light. This time, the stone spirit, bound by the golden arc, could not move at all, and the blue light flashes swiftly penetrated its body. A layer of pale mist instantly materialized on the spirit's face, and the vibrant yellow demonic flames that had previously surged across its body suddenly dimmed as if encountering a decisive counterforce, eventually fading out with a final, dull roar. The Huangliang Stone Spirit, witnessing this, became furious, teeth clenched and jaws split, then opened wide and drew in a deep breath, causing its form to swell rapidly like a balloon, while an overwhelmingly potent aura radiated outward from its body. Upon sensing the unusual nature of this aura, Han Li suddenly recalled something, his expression shifting, and in an instant, he materialized hundreds of paces away. In the same brief moment, the devouring spirit had fully transformed into a rounded, solid mass, colliding with the golden electric arcs that crackled and snapped violently, threatening to explode at any moment. "You insolent creature! You still intend to explode? I've already anticipated this very move!" The Black Rain Immortal, just emerging from a spell of illusion, coldly exhaled, then raised his hand and suddenly grasped at the void before him. Beneath a cascade of silver electric flashes, a delicate, silken silver net instantly materialized above the mountain peak, then swiftly enveloped Huanglang Shilin. A thunderous roar! The silver net adhered firmly to the massive body of the stone spirit, tightening immediately under the elder's spell. Bright streaks of electric light burst forth, and countless silver characters surged out from the net, transforming the entire stone spirit into a brilliantly radiant silver orb. An astonishing phenomenon unfolded! Under the pressure of the silver net, the stone spirit's originally swollen form rapidly contracted. Within mere breaths, it restored itself to its original size, yet remained utterly still—no internal activity could be detected, no matter how the spiritual artifacts attempted to summon further powers. Though deeply furious, the stone spirit could do nothing. "Ha ha," the elder chuckled, "Once you're ensnared within my Silver Sky Lightning Net, you'll never be able to stir again. Simply follow me to the Sacred Island!" Rest assured, it's not a matter of taking your life—only a temporary borrowing of your true form. Upon seeing Zhen firmly grasp the Yellow Rice Spirit, the Black Rain Master was filled with joy and couldn't help but smile, gently descending from the sky. "Hehe, congratulations to you, Rain Brother! It seems this mission has been a success. I must admit, however, I haven't contributed much. Had it not been for Brother Han's assistance, I truly feared this little creature would have escaped." The celestial cicada, standing nearby, suddenly offered a touch of apology. Clearly, at the very moment the Spirit was captured, the illusion that had previously bound him naturally dissolved, allowing it to emerge free. "Master, your humility is truly admirable. Without your joint efforts and mine, it would have been difficult to so swiftly reveal this spirit's magical illusions. Brother Han would certainly not have been able to intercept it so easily. Indeed, your remark is correct—this time, it truly proved fortunate that we summoned Brother Han to assist!" The Black Rain Master chuckled heartily. "You two are too kind. I've merely done my part." Han Li only smiled slightly, saying little more. Yet with one hand, he reached out and grasped the stone spirit floating in the silver net. A thunderclap rang out, and countless golden electric streaks burst forth from the silver mesh, re-forming into golden arcs that flowed into the spirit's body. "This is the Divine-Defeating Thunder, isn't it? Remarkable—the divine-magic attribute of this thunder is truly a decisive weapon against lower-tier demonic beings!" Black Yu observed the scene, marveling quietly. Then, extending a single finger, he lightly touched the silver mesh encasing the stone spirit below. A thunderclap echoed in the clear sky! Under the elder's spiritual power, the mesh shimmered with electric glimmers and tightened once more. This time, as the silver net flashed brilliantly, it skillfully condensed the stone spirit into a compact silver thread ball, which the elder then gently swept into his sleeve and sealed within. "In fact, not only the divinely protective thunder, there are several other techniques in this world that prove quite effective against monsters. However, these methods either are difficult to master and thus cannot be widely disseminated, or have long since been lost, leaving only scattered legends. Among our human race, the number of those who truly possess such techniques is not very large. Otherwise, we would not be struggling so much in our battles against the demonic clans." Monks gently drifted down from the sky, gazing thoughtfully at Han Li before expressing a sense of reflection. "Since it has now become clear that this cannot be achieved, why should the master place so much emphasis on it? Han, your fortunate encounter with the divinely protective thunder is indeed a blessing. It is said that when truly activated through the art of thunder summoning, this technique's power can even threaten a fully established demonic sovereign. Unfortunately, our holy island currently only preserves the second half of the technique. Should Han have the opportunity, he might consider journeying to the wild frontier to seek out such knowledge. Perhaps among the foreign peoples there, the complete version of the thunder summoning art still remains." The elder of the Black Rain offered this suggestion with a warm smile toward Han Li. "The Ritual of Thunder Technique! Only half of the scripture?" Han Li was struck by this. Back then, he had indeed received a Ritual of Thunder Technique from the Four Great Demonic Kings beneath the Earth's Depths. Though powerful, it required considerable time to activate and thus proved rather unsuitable for actual combat—so he had only used it a few times. "Correct," the Black Rain Master explained. "The upper half teaches one how to control the power of divine thunder and summon it effectively. The lower half, however, is the true art of commanding and manipulating the thunder. Both halves are indispensable!" Han Li nodded calmly on the surface, yet within his mind he was furious. He now understood why the Ritual of Thunder Technique had been so impractical—his original technique from the Four Great Demonic Kings had only been half of what it should have been. It was clearly a deliberate omission by those four kings. Yet it makes perfect sense—had it been him, he would have done the same. After a further chat on the mountain peak, Tianchan finally spoke first, offering his parting words: "Ladies and gentlemen, the situation in Shenghuang City isn't exactly favorable. I've been away for some time now, and must return immediately to assist the Emperor in defending the city. Therefore, I shall bid you both farewell here." "Ah, with that, Master, I too must take Shi Ling back to Shengdao Island. The people there urgently need this spiritual artifact. Friend Han, Master Tianchan, I hope we may meet again after the demonic calamity. By the way, will you be staying here for a few more days, Friend Han?" The elder, with a gentle smile on his somewhat unattractive face, bowed respectfully. "Indeed, I need to draw upon the Earth Fire Surge, so I shall remain an extra two days. I wish you both well, and a safe journey. I shall not accompany you further." Han Li smiled slightly and returned a composed bow. Thus, in a short while, a dark glow and a bright glow rose from the mountain peak, spiraling upward before transforming into two stunning rainbows that shot off in different directions. After several flashes, the two streams of light vanished at the horizon, leaving no trace behind. Han Li narrowed his eyes and gazed steadily for a moment, then raised his head to scan the surroundings of the mountain peak, his brows slightly furrowed. Suddenly, he flicked his hand, and a stack of thick array flags materialized in his palm. With a swift wrist motion, they burst into dozens of radiant beams, shooting out toward the surrounding areas. As the shimmering lights danced, the array tools gradually dissolved into the void. Instantly, a thick, white mist spread across the mountain summit, soon engulfing the massive crater and Han Li completely. Han Li remained motionless at his original spot. With a simple shake of his sleeves, thirteen clusters of purple light shot out and vanished into the mist with a resonant hum. Then, a green glow flashed across his body, and a green figure surged forth from within, twisting slightly before vanishing mysteriously into the ground. Only after completing these actions did Han Li take a deep, steady breath, settling into a meditative posture beside the crater, one hand forming gestures and the other suddenly pressing firmly onto his forehead. At that moment, a flash of golden light erupted, and a Yuan婴, about half a foot tall, shimmered into being above its head.