Han Li's body trembled violently, and all the silver filaments vanished instantly, sinking into his flesh. His skin rippled and undulated continuously, as if large, irregular eggs were constantly moving beneath the surface. At the same time, a sensation of intense, boiling heat surged through his blood and flesh, while his meridians felt simultaneously numb and itchy, making him eager to use his ten fingers to tear off layers of his body. This deep, soul-shaking pain could only be endured thanks to Han Li's exceptionally powerful consciousness. Otherwise, any other cultivator at the Consolidated Stage would have lost control—either experiencing internal energy chaos or immediately shouting and jumping up, unable to maintain composure and continue practicing. Han Li remained motionless, face expressionless, enduring the various anomalies on his body. After several hours, his body, though continuously translucent, began to reveal bone structures that were notably thicker than those of ordinary people. These bones shimmered with a pale silver glow, as if forged entirely of pure silver, and faint golden patterns emerged on their surfaces. Though incredibly subtle, delicate as threads, and barely discernible without close inspection, these golden lines subtly formed intricate, mysterious golden characters, as though naturally etched onto the bones from the very beginning. Should any great cultivator witness these golden characters, they would immediately be astonished and exclaim, "Jin Zhuwen!"—a term for celestial script. The very fact that such celestial script could be formed within the body through a cultivation technique is nothing short of extraordinary, and its origins likely trace back to even higher true immortals. Even the most accomplished beings at the peak stage would be deeply moved by it. This technique is precisely the Hundred Meridian Treasure Cultivation Method that Han Li has recently formally resumed practicing. Indeed, this method originates from the True Immortal Realm. If Han Li can master it fully, his physical form would truly rival that of a true immortal, and possibly surpass it in strength. Yet, the difficulty involved in mastering this technique is beyond imagination. Han Li only dared to resume his cultivation after reaching the late stage of consolidation. If he were to succeed, it was far from certain—perhaps even by the time he had already advanced to the Great Perfection stage, the technique would still be incomplete. Given Han Li's actual age and his astonishing longevity, he did not feel any urgency in cultivating this method, and could proceed at his own pace. Time passed steadily. Several hours later, Han Li opened his eyes, and suddenly a deep, thunderous resonance erupted throughout his bones, causing his body to surge with a brilliant golden glow. With a single hand gesture, he instantly silenced the internal roar, and his expanded form returned to its original state. At this point, Han Li exhaled deeply, his face revealing a touch of wry humor. Truly, the cultivation of the Hundred Meridians and Treasure-Forging Technique proved to be extremely arduous—despite his currently robust physical constitution, he could only sustain it for a short while. Should one continuously devote too much time to cultivation, the meridians might ultimately fracture and suffer injury. After withdrawing the cultivation technique, he did not immediately dismantle the spell array, but instead raised one hand toward the sky, causing his three-headed, six-armed golden form to dissipate. Han Li remained calm, gently folding his hands upon his knees and once again settling into meditation. Yet in mere moments, the golden glow around him gradually faded, replaced by a shimmering cascade of seven hues that intensified and began to coalesce into a luminous, seven-colored aura, fully enveloping his body. At this moment, a crystalline radiance flowed continuously across his face, and the dark, serpentine eyes etched upon his brows gently flickered, as though truly coming to life. After completing the Hundred Meridian Treasure Technique, Han Li had begun to study another enigmatic cultivation method from the Immortal Realm—the Art of Refining the Spirit. With his current advanced spiritual power and physical strength, he now felt confident enough to fully dedicate himself to this rare and profound art. If the second layer of the Spirit Refinement Technique can be fully mastered, allowing the spirit awareness to surge severalfold, even without discovering the Spirit Cleansing Pool or the Pure Spirit Lotus during this journey to the Demon Realm, there would still be a solid chance of advancing toward the Great Perfection stage. Han Li deeply understood the significance of this technique and had diligently practiced it every day since the great battle between the Demon race and the humans in Tianyuan City. However, due to the relatively short duration and the greater complexity of the second layer compared to the first, his progress on the second layer had been only modest. It now appeared that achieving full mastery of the second layer would likewise require a lengthy period of time. Han Li had anticipated this development long ago, thus showing no sense of urgency, merely quietly meditating and practicing in stillness. Early the next day, a streak of jade-green light shot forth from the island, spiraling before swiftly racing toward the horizon. Two days later, Han Li had already flown beyond the sea and entered a vast expanse of dark green mountains. The mountain range was abnormally damp, with colorful mist rising gradually from the ground, obscuring everything within a few hundred zhang at low altitude and making it difficult to see clearly. To avoid sudden bursts of unruly beasts emerging from the mist and disrupting their journey, Han Li did not fly at low altitude nor use his divine awareness to scan the mountains below. Instead, he simply sped through the sky at heights of several thousand zhang. Above ten thousand zhang, there were often powerful magical birds that even Han Li was reluctant to encounter, which he considered their territory—therefore, he had no intention of entering such lofty regions unless absolutely necessary. The mountain range was far more extensive than Han Li had imagined! Originally, he had expected to exit the range within three or four days, but after several consecutive days, the horizon remained completely elusive. This surprised him greatly, and he found himself growing more cautious. Although he did not fly at low altitude, he encountered several strong attacks from magical beasts along the way—ranging from massive, lion-headed eagles to vast swarms of blood-sucking giant mosquitoes enlarged by over a hundred times. While these beasts posed some minor difficulties for Han Li, they were all completely reduced to ash upon the emergence of the Spirit-Consuming Heavenly Flame. After several more days of flying above the mountain range, the trees and peaks below gradually thinned out, and the landscape began to take on the appearance of the mountain's edge. This development filled Han Li with renewed energy. He immediately accelerated his inner energy, and his streak of light sped up considerably. With just a few swift movements, he reached the vicinity of a nearly bare stone peak. As he prepared to make another flash and continue on, his expression brightened and his light momentarily dimmed, halting his progress. Turning his head slightly, he glanced toward one side, his face showing a thoughtful expression. After a brief pause, it seemed he had made a decision. With a surge of his inner energy, his streak of light promptly headed straight toward the direction he had been gazing at. After a brief moment, the light formed by Han Li surged forward, flying over more than a thousand li, and far beyond, between several mountain peaks, he spotted an immense purple-red giant tree towering three thousand zhang high. Above the tree, a group of over a dozen male and female magi, along with a cluster of thirty or so crimson bats with flesh wings, were engaged in fierce combat. Most of the magi were at the stage of Xu Shen or slightly beyond, though three of them had reached the Liang Xu stage, working together to form a refined magical array. They were wielding dozens of colorful magical artifacts, battling the crimson bats. The crimson bats, each about half a zhang in size, were adorned with black magical patterns across their bodies. As their flesh wings flapped, waves of grayish-misty magical winds surged forth, and from their mouths, they emitted strange emerald-green flames. With the combined power of wind and fire, the green flames grew immensely powerful, transforming into a vast sea of emerald fire that firmly encircled and trapped the male and female magi, immobilizing them at the tree's summit, unable to move an inch. Though these demonic beings could not break through the encirclement, the several powerful demonic artifacts activated by the leading three Immortal-Demonic cultivators, combined with the intricately designed magical array, were able to temporarily withstand the relentless assault of the fiery waves. Thus, after drawing his gaze inward, Han Li finally turned his attention to the magical beings. At this moment, the Yuan-Shen stage beings among them seemed to be in a rather dire situation. Over a dozen Yuan-Shen level magical beings had begun to grow pale, clearly exhausting their spiritual energy rapidly and unable to sustain any longer. Should these Yuan-Shen beings falter, the three Ling-Xu level magical beings would be unable to form a protective array, and thus, all would meet certain doom. Han Li narrowed his eyes, still undecided on how to proceed, when one of the three Ling-Xu level beings suddenly shouted aloud, "Esteemed friend, we are from the Huanye Bai family. Should you lend us your aid, we shall surely repay you handsomely!" The one who spoke was a beautiful young woman with rosy cheeks, seemingly no more than twenty years old, her long hair coiled high on her head, dressed in a green gown. She had already noticed Han Li and, at last, could no longer contain herself and called out for help. Han Li naturally concealed his true cultivation level, merely projecting the aura of a late Liang Xu stage. "White Family of Xuan Ye City? Is it perhaps the very family renowned for cultivating Quan Xiang?" Han Li's expression shifted slightly, and he spoke slowly. "Since you are aware of the White Family's existence, you must believe that my earlier statement was entirely genuine. Should you still doubt it, I swear by my heart-madness—my gratitude for your life-saving kindness shall never be forgotten." The beautiful young woman, slightly misreading Han Li's hesitation, quickly transmitted her message with renewed seriousness. Upon hearing this, Han Li paused thoughtfully before responding calmly: "Since all of you are from the White Family, I cannot remain passive. I only hope you will not forget your promise from earlier." As soon as he finished speaking, he pressed a hand seal, and his body suddenly expanded, growing to three or four zhang tall. Dense black scales shimmered across his surface. With the swirling dark glow in his hands, they instantly transformed into two dark magical claws, each fingertip sharp as a blade. As soon as Han Li completed his transformation, he roared without hesitation, charging straight at the group of crimson bats, his magical wind carrying an astonishing momentum.