This chunk of ore was no larger than an egg, its surface pitted and shimmering with a cold, metallic luster—just as if it were metal. This was precisely the strange magi-ore that Han Li had brought back from the realm of magic. "Pop!" Han Li extended a finger and, with a swift motion, drew a thin strand of green silk through the air, which vanished instantly. The black-and-white ore split silently in two along its center, and a crystal orb the size of a bean dropped out. With his two fingers already outstretched, he swiftly caught and held the orb between them. After handling it a bit, Han Li raised one large sleeve and shook it gently. Several banners of various colors burst forth from the sleeve, then swiftly faded into the surrounding space. At that moment, a shimmering, multicolored light curtain materialized, fully enclosing the entire chamber. Only after completing this arrangement did Han Li place the orb between his palms and suddenly rub it gently. Instantly, a thunderous sound erupted, and several golden arcs of electricity surged forth. With a flash of golden light, the orb shattered into fragments, and after a ripple of vital energy, a column of gray-white light surged upward from between his palms. But Han Li had already been prepared. With a subtle tremor of his five fingers, he gave a silent, empty palm strike. Instantly, a massive golden hand materialized above the chamber and descended with unwavering determination. A thunderous "boom" echoed as an invisible force pressed down with immense strength. The light column was instantly compressed into a gray-white sphere the size of a clenched fist. At this point, Han Li murmured a series of incantations, and countless golden characters spiraled out from his mouth, rotating smoothly before instantly encircling and sealing the sphere. Only then did Han Li relax, gently extending his hand to draw the sphere down, which settled steadily into his palm. Then, with his eyes flashing blue, a series of sharp hissing sounds resonated as crystalline filaments shot forth from between his brows, swiftly penetrating and fully integrating into the sphere. The photosphere trembled slightly, emitting a soft hum, but shortly afterward, under the shimmering golden runes encircling it, settled back into calm. Han Li closed his eyes and began to quietly channel his inner energy. Half a day later, when he opened them again, all the crystalline filaments had already spiraled back, and the golden-runes-wrapped sphere had vanished completely. With a divine awareness probing inward, Han Li discovered that his spiritual power had once again increased slightly, and a gentle smile spread across his face. Yet, upon noticing the newly formed strand of green silk within him, his brow furrowed slightly. Immediately, he changed his hand seal, and a layer of dark gray glow began to emanate from his body, with an eerie aura subtly radiating out from him. This was precisely the method he had learned from Lan Ying of Guangyuan Pavilion in the Demon Realm—refining the earth-demon negative qi. As long as he promptly refined the earth-demon negative qi mixed within the energy drawn from the crystal beads each time, he would have no further concerns. However, after only half an hour, Han Li halted the spell, then flipped his palm to retrieve another piece of Yiji Gold. As the silken thread flashed, a second gray-white crystal dropped out. He caught the crystal immediately and began drawing energy from it. Thus, for the days that followed, Han Li remained in the chamber, diligently repeating the same actions. Day after day, he continuously absorbed energy, refined the earth-demon negative qi, and clearly sensed an enhancement in his internal cultivation power. Time passed swiftly—two years had now elapsed. When Han Li finally refined the residual earth-demon negative qi within him once more, he exhaled deeply and glanced around at the ground nearby. Beside where he sat, the floor was scattered with fragments of Yiji Gold, broken into several piles each about a zhang high, still glowing with a faint radiance. These pieces had consumed nearly nine-tenths of the Yiji Gold he had brought back from the demon realm. And just recently, the energy drawn from the crystal pearl he had just absorbed could no longer add any further power to his abilities. Clearly, he had now reached the late stage of his cultivation, with his power surpassing even his previous closed-door state by an additional three parts. All this had been accomplished in merely two years. Should any other cultivator of the Consolidated Stage hear of this, they would undoubtedly be stunned, and many would find it hard to believe. After all, for most cultivators, a level like Han Li's originally required at least several hundred, or even nearly a thousand years of dedicated practice to achieve. To accomplish such a feat in just two years—something that even the finest elixirs of the immortal realm could scarcely match—was truly extraordinary. Nevertheless, although Han Li's cultivation had now reached a level where a breakthrough was imminent, he had no immediate intention of initiating the process to transcend the stage of the Great Perfection. After another year of persistent cultivation within the sealed chamber, he firmly stabilized the refined spiritual power, ensuring there were no further issues. Then, with a mere flick of his wrist, a brilliant white glow surged forth from his storage bracelet, expanding upon the wind to form a translucent jade box several feet long, adorned with a shimmering seal scroll. Han Li exhaled gently, and a wave of emerald mist swept past, causing the scroll on the box to gently detach and drift down. He then flicked his finger toward the box. With a sharp "thud," the lid instantly opened, revealing a blood-red grain the size of a rice seed. The grain was over a foot long, with one end thick as an infant’s arm and the other sharply pointed—exactly one of the premium blood-teeth rice grains he had received. Han Li simply extended his hand into the void, and the blood-teeth rice grain instantly materialized in his grasp, emitting a delicate fragrance. Indeed, no wonder—it was truly superior to ordinary blood-teeth rice. "If he continues to practice the Hundred Meridian Treasure Technique while consuming this, his progress will surely accelerate considerably," murmured Han Li, gently stroking the blood-tooth rice with his fingers. He had already reached the small achievement stage of the Hundred Meridian Treasure Technique, but it still remained far from its true mastery. Had he relied solely on his previous physical body, it would have taken him at least a hundred years to finally achieve the full accomplishment. Of course, this was possible only because his original body was exceptionally strong. For an ordinary humanoid cultivator with a normal physical constitution, even given several hundred or even thousands of years, the attainment of this celestial secret technique would remain out of reach—indeed, such a cultivator might face a catastrophic outcome, such as ruptured meridians and bodily explosion. Now, after undergoing the refining of the Spirit-Soaking Pool and the purification of the Pure Spirit Lotus, Han Li's physical body and meridians have become significantly stronger than before. Combined with the remarkable effects of this blood-tooth rice, his training period will naturally be considerably shortened. Thus, he was extremely confident that he would successfully master the Hundred Meridians Refining the Treasures Technique. He believed that once he had refined his physical body into powerful treasures at every point, it would undoubtedly greatly assist him in overcoming his stage of approaching the Great Enlightenment. While pondering this, Han Li slowly infused a stream of pure yang energy into the blood-tooth rice. At once, the rice was enveloped in a gentle, luminous white glow and emitted a rich, fragrant aroma, transforming seamlessly into a cooked dish. Without hesitation, Han Li picked up a handful of the rice and immediately bit into it, chewing vigorously. In an instant, the entire blood-tooth rice had descended into his stomach and began flowing as countless streams of warmth through his meridians. Han Li's expression grew solemn. With one hand forming a seal, a flash of golden light emanated from his back, revealing a form of the Buddhist Saint with three heads and six arms, gradually manifesting and beginning to practice according to the secret incantation. Spring turns to summer, autumn yields to winter... Time slips by swiftly, imperceptibly, passing by for no less than forty years. On this day, while meditating in her inner chamber, Yin Yue suddenly caught an abrupt burst of clear, dragon-like trills echoing from another nearby chamber. Immediately, thunder and wind roared, the ground trembled faintly, and in the adjacent chamber, gales of wind and lightning raged violently. Yin Yue's eyes flashed with a look of astonishment. Her hands and feet stirred slightly, as though she intended to rise, but after a quick series of changes in expression, she sighed softly and once again closed her eyes. At the same time, another chamber was enveloped in a remarkable celestial phenomenon. Han Li, seated cross-legged within that chamber, still radiated a steady glow of purple and gold. Countless delicate silver runes danced dynamically over his body, forming and dissolving at various sizes into intricate spell arrays that constantly reformed and then collapsed at different points across his form. From a distance, he appeared utterly strange and otherworldly. The Buddhist saintly form behind Han Li, originally shimmering with a golden hue, also began to display dense, delicate silver-energy patterns that matched precisely those on Han Li's own body. Even more astonishing was that, as countless energy patterns flowed across Han Li's surface, thunderous rumblings emanated directly from within his body, stirring strong gusts of wind in the surrounding void—gusts that carried flickering streaks of pale silver lightning. Han Li's eyes were wide open, his irises glowing with a brilliant blue light, yet his face radiated joy as he gazed at himself with growing admiration. Suddenly, with a subtle shift in posture, Han Li rose from the ground in a slightly blurred manner. With a simple, casual palm strike, he exclaimed, "Pfft!" The delicate silver-energy patterns on his arm instantly coalesced into an intricate and profoundly elegant pattern. At the same time, a flash of emerald light emanated from his palm, and a swirling gust of emerald wind surged forth from his arm, instantly transforming into a vibrant, serpentine wind dragon with outstretched jaws and limbs, charging straight toward the entrance of the chamber. A continuous series of thunderous booms resonated through the stone door, accompanied by a brilliant display of five-colored auroras. And after four decades of arduous cultivation, he not only completely consumed all the Blood-Tooth Rice, but also finally attained the grand mastery of the Hundred Meridian Cultivation Canon. Today, he can directly transform various parts of his body into powerful treasures, each endowed with extraordinary and mysterious divine capabilities—so that with merely a simple gesture or movement, he can effortlessly eliminate opponents of the same level without relying on any external tools.