The Tripod-Six-Arm Buddha form surged once more, instantly swelling in size within the golden light, rising by a hundred zhang in height in a matter of moments. At the same time, Han Li’s immortal embryo and physical body remained calmly seated, seemingly fully absorbing and refining the celestial and primordial qi he had previously drawn in. Though that qi was so potent that even with Han Li’s extraordinary abilities, he had only managed to forcibly intake it, temporarily containing it—true mastery and command could only be achieved after substantial refinement. Yet for the celestial giant Buddha form, such challenges posed no difficulty at all. With three powerful bursts of golden radiance, the colossal figure effortlessly drew in the swirling celestial light cascading from above, maintaining an air of serene ease. As it continued to consume and assimilate the surrounding energies, the form grew ever larger. Within just a cup of tea’s time, a golden giant nearly a thousand zhang in height stood firmly at the center of the basin. With a mere flick of its six arms, the heavens and earth trembled in response. At that moment, the spiritual tide surging from the horizon gradually weakened and eventually faded completely. Seeing this, the Yuan'ing merely flickered, then transformed into a beam of golden light and plunged downward toward the physical body. After a brief blur, the Yuan'ing repositioned itself and seamlessly reunited with the physical form. Wherever this aura reached, the cloud layers above were violently torn open, allowing beams of sunlight to pierce through, dazzlingly bright. At this moment, Han Li swiftly changed his hand seals, murmuring low, resonant incantations. Golden glimmers gathered on either side of his body, forming faint, translucent images of two golden heads and four golden arms, as if they were only a moment away from solidifying into reality. Simultaneously, the color of the scales on Han Li's body deepened suddenly, radiating a distinct purple-gold shimmer. Now fully activating the Buddha-Saint True Demon Technique, powerful qi surged in mighty waves throughout his body, relentlessly pressing against his vital energy channel. Yet, as if there were an invisible dam across his body, these waves were completely halted, unable to make any progress. Clearly, the process of overcoming this energy bottleneck would not be visible within just a few days. Han Li continuously drove the technique forward, keenly sensing every internal change, his face remaining utterly composed and expressionless. Breaking through the bottleneck of the Mahayana stage was no longer comparable to the previous ones; he had long been prepared for a prolonged struggle... A month later, Yin Yue stood atop the mountain, gazing toward the basin in the distance, her expression utterly still. Beside her, however, a slender figure had appeared—none other than Zhu Guo'er. When Han Li first began to break through his bottleneck, the disturbance was considerable. Zhu Guo'er, who was practicing nearby, could not have failed to notice. Soon after, she withdrew her cultivation techniques and hurried to the basin area, where she waited patiently. Now, the basin was already enveloped beneath a cascade of over a dozen colorful light screens. No matter how vigorously the young girl poured her spiritual energy into her gaze, all she saw was a hazy, shimmering veil—nothing clearly visible. "Linglong Senior, how is Han Senior doing now? Has something gone wrong after this prolonged period?" the young girl, her face showing growing concern, asked anxiously. "The entire region is now enveloped in a seal, and I can't see what's happening inside. However, the aura emanating from that direction is growing stronger—almost on par with my grandfather's—so I believe everything should be fine." Silver Moon glanced at it with a calm, composed expression, replied coldly, then settled into a meditative posture, quietly continuing her cultivation. The basin suddenly shuddered as a whole, and the overlying light screens vibrated violently, sending out a thunderous roar that resonated throughout. A flash of golden light erupted, and dozens of massive beams surged forth from the screens, shooting straight into the heavens, scattering the clouds like they were mere wisps. A terrifying aura surged forth, so powerful that even upon mere contact with Crane Daoist’s consciousness, his pupils subtly constricted. "It's achieved—the aura has reached the stage of Great Perfection. Whether the true breakthrough has been secured will depend on whether he can survive the heavenly storm below." Crane Daoist murmured these words in a voice barely audible, his face instantly regaining its calm composure, as if he still had a clear grasp of Han Li’s current state. Yet, scarcely had he finished speaking, when a series of thunderous crashes echoed through the ten layers of screens, each fragmenting under countless golden streaks, revealing a golden, ethereal form towering over a thousand zhang. Beneath this form, a luminous halo of purple-gold, spanning over a dozen zhang in diameter, floated in the air, where Han Li stood, arms crossed, calmly. At this moment, Han Li still retained his ethereal, magical appearance, yet his body was streaked with blood, covered in countless fine wounds that were rapidly healing at a visible pace. More strangely, Han Li's stature had grown significantly taller—his arms and legs now noticeably thicker, as if he had transformed into a robust, powerful warrior of a sturdy, strong-bodied man. Below him, the massive crystalline platform, originally several dozen zhang high, had been completely obliterated, leaving only a patchwork of uneven ground and scattered powdered remnants, as though crushed by an immense force. Within the vibrant purple-gold glow, Han Li's eyes were closed, with silver spiritual patterns spreading across his entire body and pulsing steadily. Though seemingly motionless in the air, a close inspection of his face and form revealed that the veins on his forehead were pulsing strongly and his muscles throughout his body were subtly contracting, as though a tremendous power was gathering within him. As for the terrifying spiritual pressure radiating from him now, it had nearly solidified the void within several miles, such that any living being entering it would be instantly crushed and obliterated by this force. In the upper sky, the dark clouds originally dispersed by the golden light beams began to gather again amidst the thunderous roar, rolling and surging with visible streaks of vibrant five-colored light shimmering continuously and rapidly expanding in size. Within just a few breaths, each five-colored glow had grown into patches several mu in diameter, and the sky was now ablaze with cascading waves of radiant hues, nearly completely obscuring the clouds. "Five Elements' Trial!" Upon witnessing this celestial phenomenon, the silver moon atop the distant mountain, whose face had been previously expressionless, now showed a subtle touch of emotion. Though Zhu Guo'er was somewhat bewildered, she could clearly sense the extraordinary nature of the sky's transformation from the silver moon's demeanor, and thus her eyes widened in astonishment, fixed steadily on the distant scene without blinking. At this moment, the aura surrounding Han Li grew increasingly formidable, with the air around his body subtly warping and blurring. Suddenly, Han Li lifted his head, opened his eyes calmly, and stared straight into the sky without any change in facial expression. At the exact same instant, the five-colored mist in the sky abruptly transformed into a rich golden hue, and then surged forth countless beams of golden light, each about a foot long. These beams flickered briefly before cutting through the air like sharp blades. Radiant and cold, the golden beams cascaded down from the heavens, pouring down in a torrential rain over the entire basin. At that very moment, the numerous spell arrays arranged around the basin began to hum vigorously, and one after another, shimmering light screens flashed into being, forming a protective shield that fully enclosed the basin beneath. Yet at that moment, Han Li in the lower area merely pressed a single hand seal, and the towering, thousand-zhang-high image of his form blurred into six arms, suddenly clenching fists and striking the sky with vigorous force. In an instant, a roaring wind surged through the air, and clusters of fist-shaped projections—each as large as a pavilion—emerged outside the light screen, swiftly moving straight toward the colossal luminous orb floating above. Wherever these fist projections passed, the golden light barriers ahead, though not yet fully touched, trembled and shattered instantly. After a few swift movements, the projections directly struck the golden orb. A sharp, metallic clashing sound followed, and as the projections rebounded, they instantly vanished, while the golden orb violently trembled and dispersed into countless streams of golden light. These falling golden streams suddenly halted mid-air! Yet moments later, the scattered golden lights began to swirl and roll, instantly changing color to a deep green, then coalescing again into a green luminous orb—its size unchanged from before. At the same time, a rich, fresh scent of grass and wood radiated out from the luminous orb!