Han Li was delighted, thinking deeply, and gently closed his other palm. A sharp cry rang out, and countless golden threads materialized out of nowhere, swirling around his fist before suddenly vanishing in an odd, fleeting manner. At the same time, a continuous rumble of thunder and bamboo crackling surged within him, a force far stronger than before, surging powerfully through his meridians. After his eyes flashed with a gentle blue glow, the internal sounds abruptly ceased. With a slight movement of his fist, he struck the empty space beyond toward the distant stone gate. A sudden explosive roar erupted in the air, and as the surface of the stone gate flashed with five-colored light, it burst open with a mighty "boom." Satisfied, Han Li nodded. He then shook his sleeve, sending a wave of emerald mist toward the scattered stones. The light shimmered briefly, and the stones re-coalesced, seamlessly reforming into the original stone gate. For the following moments, Han Li remained seated, carefully examining every part of his body, sensing the subtle, intricate changes in each region, a faint smile gradually appearing on his face. With his current physical strength, he was certain he could master the second layer of the Spirit Refinement Technique without any issue, and he would also seamlessly incorporate the Qing Luan True Blood he obtained from the Magic Realm. After three days and three nights, Han Li had fully grasped the subtleties of the Hundred Meridians Treasure Technique. He then consumed a vial of Qing Luan True Blood and immediately began contemplating the second layer of the Spirit Refinement Technique. The second layer of this technique had already been thoroughly understood through decades of practical experience in the past several centuries. Once his physical and spiritual strength met the required conditions for cultivation, the process was surprisingly swift. In just over a decade, Han Li finally achieved mastery of the second layer. However, this time, he was somewhat surprised—when the second layer was fully realized, there was no spectacular celestial phenomenon as had occurred during the cultivation of the first layer. Instead, the achievement unfolded quietly and imperceptibly. After the second layer of the Spiritual Refinement Technique reached its peak, the strength of the enhancement to his spiritual awareness was so profound that even Han Li himself was astonished. With a mere flick of his spiritual awareness, he could now perceive everything within a range of seven to eight thousand miles—something no ordinary Stage of Great Immortality cultivator could achieve. Han Li gazed at the crystal core in his hands, yet his consciousness quietly pondered the methods for crafting the relevant sections within the Yuanhe Wuji Mountain. After a full hour, his eyes narrowed suddenly. He then tossed the two jade-green crystals into the air. A clear chime rang from his wrist, and the storage bracelet trembled before detaching and rising on its own. With a steady finger, he pointed once. The bracelet spun smoothly, and vast streaks of light surged forth, darting across the ground. Instantly, a flurry of jade boxes, jars, and other containers appeared in rapid succession, neatly arranged and piling up beside Han Li. When all items had emerged, a deep rumble echoed from within the bracelet, followed by a burst of silver light that materialized into a silver-white cauldron. Though initially only a few inches high, the cauldron expanded into a towering figure of one zhang in height as it caught the wind, then plunged downward with force. A tremendous roar shook the entire chamber, and then a massive silver cauldron settled steadily upon the ground, its three legs sinking half a foot into the ground, as solid and strong as tempered steel. Han Li raised two emerald crystal stones in the air and, with a gesture, they instantly transformed into two glowing green orbs, which plunged into the cauldron. "Pffft!" With another breath, Han Li expelled a sphere of silver flame. The flame spiraled once before expanding into a silver phoenix about a foot in size, which then soared toward the base of the cauldron. The silver spiritual flame erupted violently around the cauldron, causing the temperature in the surrounding area to surge sharply, blurring the very space around it as if it could melt or pierce through it. Meanwhile, Han Li rapidly tapped a series of containers and bottles with his fingers, like a wheel of motion. Instantly, the lids of these objects lifted, and they appeared hazy and floating above the cauldron before swiftly inverting and pouring their contents into it. On the other side, under the relentless pressure from the Korean legislative forces, the silver phoenix swirling and dancing around the great bronze tripod expanded dramatically in size, its flames nearly engulfing the lower half of the tripod. Radiant, multicolored glimmers danced across the surface of the silver tripod, forming luminous, pearl-sized characters that rose and spiraled in the air, making the tripod appear profoundly mysterious. At this moment, Han Li gently closed his eyes before the tripod, yet his hand movements never ceased—on the contrary, he pressed his hand seals with ever-increasing speed. The two emerald crystals and numerous rare materials within the tripod began to emit various strange glows under an astonishingly high temperature, with some materials slowly melting on their surfaces. Whether due to the materials being slightly insufficient or because the Yin-Yang Five-Element Peak, originally more difficult to forge than the previous two peaks, required greater effort, the process took nearly a full month before finally succeeding with a thunderous explosion within the chamber. To the sight, the grand silver cauldron in the chamber had now shattered into countless fragments scattered across the floor. High in the air, at a height of one zhang from the ground, a slender mountain peak of exquisite beauty floated silently. This mountain was not only translucent throughout but also radiating delicate streaks of five vibrant hues, so intense that upon first glance, one felt a strange warmth in the eyes, making it difficult to gaze at it for long. After securing the newly refined Jishan, Han Li closed his eyes and began to rest, gradually growing weary. After two full days and nights of meditation, when he opened his eyes again, the fatigue had completely vanished, and he once again radiated vibrant energy. After slightly bowing his head and pondering for a while, he pressed a hand seal, and a golden glow shimmered behind him, revealing the three-headed, six-armed image of the Buddhist Saint once more. With a gentle shake of his sleeves, seventy-two small, jade-green swordfish surged forth, swirling and dancing around his body. Then, he rotated his hand, and a translucent jade scroll appeared in his palm. With a simple finger point, countless white characters burst forth, spinning and coalescing into a scroll of scripture that hovered motionless before him. Upon closer inspection, the scripture was none other than the one he had previously practiced—the Qingyuan Sword Technique. Han Li, facing this spell he had long memorized, appeared unusually solemn, his eyes fixed without blinking for a moment, until his gaze became clear and still, as if frozen in still water. He had unexpectedly entered a state of serene concentration, once again deeply contemplating the cultivation technique he had first mastered years ago. During this contemplation, the seventy-two small jade swords—some gathering together, others dispersing—occasionally coalesced into miniature sword formations, while at other times, they surged with sharp cries, rising into the air and radiating a cold, piercing glow. For a moment, each of the seventy-two jade swords seemed to have come alive, an utterly astonishing sight. This single session of contemplation lasted for five full years. After a soft sigh in the chamber, the seventy-two small swords emitted a resonant chorus and gradually sank into Han Li's body. His gaze flickered slightly, then regained its usual sharpness. Without a word, he retrieved the jade scroll and replaced it with a pale golden jade plaque. With a subtle point of his finger, a surge of golden characters erupted, coalescing into another scripture. The profound intricacy revealed in the script clearly matched the authentic version of the *Bodhi Saint's True Magic Technique*. The renewed understanding of his primary cultivation technique, which he had been refining over the years, took far longer than the previous time. As the seasons changed—spring to summer, autumn to winter—eleven years slipped by without his realizing it. After the chamber resonated with a joyful roar and his fierce, monstrous form dissolved behind him, the golden scales and single horn on his body vanished, restoring him to his ordinary human form. Upon opening his eyes, the smile on his face was unmistakable. Over the course of six years of this deepened comprehension, not only had he fully grasped the aspects of his original technique that had previously remained unclear, but he had also discovered several new divine abilities within these two primary techniques—abilities so potent that they would surely astonish any opponent when faced in combat. This decision stemmed naturally from the breakthrough experiences he had gained from Mo Jianli and the old master Ao Xiao, which had inspired him to pursue such a thorough refinement. Now not only has he fully mastered the Hundred Meridian Immortal Treasure Technique, but he also possesses three towering peaks capable of withstanding the heavenly calamity. Combined with the several divine powers he has recently cultivated and the netting lotus he consumed at the beginning, whose medicinal effects have now been largely refined, his confidence in successfully breaking through the current bottleneck has reached six or seven out of ten. Such a level of assurance is enough to leave any other fully established cultivator who has heard of this news utterly speechless, filled with intense envy and resentment. After all, even among typical late-stage fully established cultivators, those who, after expending their entire life's resources and investing tens of thousands of years in preparation, manage to achieve a mere one in ten chance of successfully advancing to the Great Perfection stage are rare. Some cultivators with slightly inferior innate abilities are even unable to withstand the power of the heavenly calamity during the breakthrough, perishing directly under its might. Otherwise, over these tens of thousands of years, the various races across the spiritual realm would frequently hear of such casualties, yet the number of cultivators who successfully endure the calamity and attain the Great Perfection stage remains exceedingly small. Now, Han Li, having examined himself, felt certain that in both his physical and mental condition, as well as in his preparations of elixirs and treasures, he far surpassed ordinary beings. Thus, he could no longer delay and immediately decided to begin preparing for the breakthrough at the threshold of the Great Perfection stage.