The massive blue vessel plunged directly into the ocean, continuing its forward journey without the slightest pause. Meanwhile, the immortal and human cultivators within the vessel quietly sat in meditation in their respective rooms, refining their energies and preparing for the perilous journey into the realm of demons. Everyone was well aware that although they had prepared extensively beforehand, the risks of this mission were unprecedented in their experience. A complete disaster, with all of them perishing in the demon realm, was by no means uncommon. Thus, every single person remained unusually still, each making the final preparations before entering the demon realm. In a room at the very base of the vessel, the walls shimmered with vibrant, multicolored magical lights. There, three figures of identical appearance—each named Han Li—sat side by side in meditation. One radiated a brilliant golden glow, another pulsed with a vibrant green light, and the third displayed a steady, faint flow of dark energy. These were Han Li himself, his spiritual body, and the second demonic infant manifesting as the Buddha-Form of the Vajra. Originally, when the bloodlight three incarnations pursued and attacked Han Li, the spirit body and the second demonic infant were temporarily set aside as bait. One, relying on the innate spiritual prowess of the spirit body, managed to evade the pursuit, while the other employed a secret technique to self-explosion, allowing a thread of demonic soul to escape. Upon Han Li's return to Tianyuan City, he naturally used various secret techniques to summon both back. However, due to the encircling army of the demonic forces, the spirit body and the infant were unwilling to venture boldly into the city and thus remained concealed in the outer periphery of the demonic forces. Only after Tianyuan City repelled the demonic army did they quietly enter the inner chamber and reunite with their true forms during Han Li's period of recuperation. Thanks to the infant's intimate knowledge of Tianyuan City and the residential stone tower's defenses, no one else was disturbed. As for the spirit body and Qu'er, their period of separation from Han Li not only went smoothly but also saw a slight enhancement in their cultivation. The second demonic infant, having once self-explored and shattered its Yuan婴, though its residual spirit has since reformed a new Yuan婴 body, has naturally sustained significant damage to its vital energy. For a typical Consolidated Immortal, such a condition would be an overwhelming source of distress—requiring decades, or even centuries of arduous cultivation to restore the second Yuan婴 to its former prime. Yet for Han Li, who carries countless precious elixirs and medicinal concoctions within him, this is nothing at all. After deploying a large number of primary elixirs designed to strengthen and stabilize his body, the second demonic infant recovered nearly eight-tenths of its lost vital energy within just half a year. Though currently not at its peak condition, it now functions adequately and can once again command its golden form to engage in combat. Nevertheless, Han Li himself paid no attention to the two humanoid manifestations standing beside him, instead concentrating all his mental focus on the small purple cauldron hovering before him. This small tripod, only a few inches in size, features a simple yet unique design, inscribed with dense, intricate, and mysterious characters. Yet at this moment, it is enveloped in a steady stream of emerald flames exhaled by Han Li. Han Li's eyes remain fixed, unblinking, as he rapidly releases a series of spells, one after another, each one entering the emerald flames. His expression is deeply serious. A soft "pffft!" sound, the pale light band seemed finally unable to endure the refinement by Qing Yan, jerking violently from the cauldron and coalescing into a white luminous sphere that surged through the encircling Qing Yan flames, aiming to break free and vanish into the air. Yet Han Li appeared to have anticipated this development, calmly flicking his finger. A thunderous crack followed, and a golden arc of electricity shot forth. The white sphere sighed once, then instantly dissolved into nothingness under the flashing golden light. "Well done! All this time has not been in vain. I've finally succeeded in compelling that old demon's fragmented consciousness to emerge. Now, with just a fresh infusion of my vital essence, I can master this artifact effortlessly," Han Li said, his expression relaxing with genuine delight. Then, he pressed his palms together, performing a series of gestures, and exhaled a fresh, crimson drop of vital blood. The blood struck the small cauldron with a soft "thump," expanding into a mist that gently settled within. He then altered his hand gestures, and the Qing Yan flames instantly surged, swirling around the entire cauldron with vigorous momentum. The small Ziyan Ding was precisely the one that Feng Li had seized from the Blood-Light Saint's avatar. At the time, it had been extraordinarily potent and intricate, even causing Feng Li considerable difficulty—making it a celestial fragment relic. However, it had originally harbored a lingering consciousness of an elder demon within its essence. After Feng Li obtained it, he hesitated to immediately employ or refine it, instead placing it beside him and slowly tempering it with his true flame. This demon consciousness had gradually developed a touch of vitality, remaining ever-quiet within the Ding, even using the artifact's own power to stubbornly resist. It was only after years of patient effort that Feng Li managed to finally expel and extinguish this lingering spirit today. As a result, the Ziyan Ding now becomes a formidable weapon simply by the drop of blood for its ritual refinement. In terms of its dynamic and unpredictable nature, the Ziyan Ding clearly surpasses the celestial fragment blade that had been taken away—thus, a loss in one place has been compensated by a gain elsewhere. Han Li continued to cultivate the small ding for seven days and seven nights, and on the eighth day, with a look of delight, he swept his sleeve forward. A pale, misty glow surged out, and the green flame vanished completely. Han Li opened his mouth and suddenly drew a deep breath toward the small ding. The ding spun around and then, with a swift "whoosh," settled firmly on the top of his forehead, remaining perfectly still. Closing his eyes, Han Li began to diligently ponder the various functions of the ding. The Zǐyán Ding flashed intermittently on his forehead, emitting a gentle purple light. After three more days and three nights, Han Li opened his eyes and smiled. By then, he had mastered most of the small ding's functions. With a single palm press on his forehead, the ding swiftly retreated and was stored away. Han Li exhaled gently, paused thoughtfully, and then suddenly his eyes flashed with new insight. He raised one arm and exhaled. A streak of azure light shot forth, looping once around his sleeve. Instantly, the entire sleeve shattered, revealing a bronze-tinged arm. On the arm, a faint yellow blade mark was clearly engraved—precisely the imprint left by the sealed Xuan Tian Sword. Han Li's eyes gleamed with intense focus as he stared at the mark, his expression now filled with hesitation. After a long moment, he suddenly bit down hard on his teeth, pressing his palm against the exposed arm, and immediately began channeling inner qi throughout his body. As he did so, golden light rippled across his entire form, and the palm radiating waves of golden energy surged like a tide, pouring into the arm. Originally inconspicuous, the pale yellow blade mark gradually became clearer under the pure spiritual energy, shifting from yellow to green, deepening in hue until it finally shimmered with an unusual, lustrous emerald glow. From a distance, it appeared as though a translucent, deep-green blade of crystal had been firmly embedded within his arm. Han Li, witnessing this unusual sight, grew increasingly serious, yet continued to pour forth golden spiritual energy without interruption. After a full cup of tea's worth of time, the green blade suddenly trembled and began to move, drifting erratically within the arm—seeming to come to life. Han Li was startled, and as a result, the hand that had been gripping his arm loosened. A flash of golden energy then dispersed and vanished entirely. During the brief moment when the blade was in motion, his entire arm suddenly became intensely hot, as if roasted, and the meridians within it ached violently, as though they would snap and rupture at any moment. It was only then that he quickly halted his previous actions, startled by this sudden development. Without the infusion of spiritual energy, the originally wavering jade-green sword instantly flashed and returned to its original position. As the luminous glow subsided, it resumed its ordinary, unremarkable appearance. Han Li silently observed the pale yellow sword mark, his brows furrowing slightly. After a while, he slowly moved his arm. A shimmer of green light passed over the arm, and the once-ravaged sleeve instantly restored itself, as if it had never been damaged at all. Yet at this moment, Han Li sighed and shook his head, murmuring, "It seems the spiritual power of a late Consolidation stage is still insufficient to activate this Jiexuan Heavenly Treasure. Still, it's a significant improvement over before—under strong stimulation, at least some response can be achieved. Truly to master this treasure, one must possess the power of a Great Ascension stage." After saying this, he stood motionless for a while, then closed his eyes again and settled into meditation. … Two months later, the great blue vessel suddenly halted in midair. Han Li naturally sensed the change and opened his eyes, his expression thoughtful. At the same moment, the voice of the old patriarch of the Long family resonated suddenly within the chamber: "Brother Han, we've nearly reached our designated node channel. This flying vessel is too large and unwieldy for us to continue aboard. We shall now proceed on our own." "Ah, I understand," Han Li replied calmly, and immediately rose. With a swift motion of his sleeve, he brushed against the nearby walls. Instantly, dozens of colorful array banners materialized in the surrounding void, their luminous essences flowing into his sleeve. As he moved, his form transformed into a streak of jade-green light and he vanished from the room. When the streak of light flashed into view above the outer edge of the blue vessel, the old patriarch of the Long family and the thousand-year-old noble maiden, along with others from both families, were already standing there. Han Li was not the last among those who did not board the massive green vessel. Shortly thereafter, a bearded man from the Lin family and an elder scholar from the Ling race also emerged from within. Immediately upon his emergence, the elder scholar chanted softly, pointing several times at the void of the massive green vessel. Instantly, the entire vessel blurred and rapidly transformed, shrinking in size. In a moment, it had become a slender piece of green wood, no more than a foot in length, which the scholar then swiftly folded into his arms with a single gesture.