Amidst flashing light and thunderous roars, a colossal mountain, towering nearly ten thousand paces high, suddenly materialized in the sky. So immense was its size that its base spanned nearly a hundred li in width, and the vast shadow it cast from above completely enveloped the central area of Tianyuan City. Such a commotion naturally could not go unnoticed by the people gathered near the plaza; many turned in astonishment toward the heavens, only to be met with a dense expanse of the mountain's base, their faces now filled with open amazement. While the inhabitants below had seen such a mountain before during the festivities, it was entirely different when it floated in the air. Moreover, just moments earlier, the sky had been utterly empty and unremarkable. At greater distances, those approaching the plaza from other directions, though equally stunned, could clearly see the full silhouette of the three-colored peak from afar. Yet, upon being surprised, the cultivators unexpectedly discovered that the upper half of the massive peak was densely covered with numerous pavilions and halls, while the summit was veiled in a thin layer of white mist, as if something lay concealed within. Some cultivators, driven by curiosity, disregarded the guards stationed on the lower plaza and directly launched themselves toward the towering peak in the sky. At that moment, after the silvery glow slightly diminished, the three-colored peaks ceased their great enlargement. Upon seeing the cultivators rushing toward the peaks, Han Li offered a gentle smile and, with a simple hand gesture, lightly traced a seal. Countless runes on the surface of the peaks flashed, and a transparent barrier instantly emerged, sealing all the void space within several miles of the peaks. As soon as the cultivators reached this area, a series of sharp "thuds" echoed, and they were all abruptly repelled by an invisible light curtain, pushed back outside the protected zone. These cultivators, having stabilized their flight, exchanged glances with one another, yet none dared to attempt any further maneuvers or advance. Everyone knew that this massive mountain was undoubtedly connected to the newly arrived Grand Stage cultivator, Han Li. Should they offend this rising Grand Stage elder, they would surely be setting themselves up for certain doom. At that moment, a serene male voice suddenly rose from the summit of the great peak: "It is truly a great honor for me that so many of you have gathered to attend my celebration. All those qualified to participate may directly enter through the array below. I shall be awaiting your presence on the Grand Stage at the summit." The voice was unmistakably Han Li's. Though neither hurried nor urgent, the voice carried such clarity that every attendee heard it clearly, as though it had been spoken directly to them. "Master Han!" "It's Master Han himself speaking!" Upon hearing this transmission, the nearby cultivators grew restless, calling out to one another and gradually descending toward the lower plaza. Meanwhile, under the orderly guidance of the infantry stationed at the plaza, several celebrants had already formed dozens of lines and entered the several transmission arrays scattered across the plaza, vanishing into the shimmering light. At the three-colored mountain peaks, among the dense clusters of buildings, several grand transmission halls were clearly positioned at various points. The first group of cultivators to be transported emerged from these halls, stepping out of the arrays and gazing curiously at their surroundings. Inside the halls, a group of men and women dressed in white robes had already been waiting. After offering a polite bow to the cultivators, one of them stepped forward with composed dignity and said: "Please, esteemed elders, follow me. I shall guide you directly to the summit celebration." Others, upon seeing these white-robed attendants with cultivation levels ranging from Jin Dan to Yuan Ying, did not pay them much attention and simply nodded, then followed the figure out of the hall, proceeding along a winding mountain path toward the summit. These cultivators ascended the mountain path, encountering not only exquisite pavilions and halls intricately carved from jade and stone, but also a profusion of rare flowers and herbs scattered along the roadside. Further along, in the more scenic areas, they could see graceful spirits of birds and beasts strolling leisurely, some even being creatures known only by legend. Upon witnessing this, the cultivators were filled with awe and curiosity, many eager to approach and take a closer look. Yet, as soon as they took a single step onto the path, the surrounding scenery blurred, and they found themselves suddenly enveloped in a dense veil of white mist, their original landing spot now empty and seemingly suspended in the void. They were all startled and stunned—some remained motionless in place, while others repeatedly cast incantations in an attempt to break through the barrier. Yet no matter what they did, the white mist remained unbroken, and all their spells vanished into the void without effect. To those still on the mountain path, this spectacle appeared merely as the cultivators, after Fang had departed the path, suddenly stiffening and remaining motionless—like statues carved from the "Book of Flying Carp." "An illusion," some with experience in array techniques immediately exclaimed, their faces pale upon seeing this. The white-robed attendant leading the group was momentarily stunned, but then, without a word, raised his hand. A silver token glowed in his palm, and as he shook it, a cascade of five-colored light burst forth. The light swept through, drawing the cultivators previously under the illusion into its embrace, and swiftly returning them to the mountain path. In an instant, they felt the surrounding white mist part, and the landscape around them instantly restored to its natural state. Before the expressions of astonishment on the faces of these impetuous cultivators had fully faded, the white-robed attendant who had intervened bowed slightly and reminded them: "Ladies and gentlemen, this mountain was formed directly by the Elder's mastery of the Dao, using magical artifacts to manifest it. Aside from the path we are currently walking, all other areas are protected by seals. Therefore, I kindly urge each of you to follow closely behind me and not stray too far from this path. Should I be delayed in rescuing anyone, unforeseen difficulties may arise." Upon hearing this, the others exchanged glances and most nodded with a mixture of understanding and gentle amusement. While they might not be able to fully gauge the strength of the illusions laid down by a Grand Stage cultivator, they were certain that such seals would not be easily broken by them. This was true not only for these individuals, but also for the attendees who arrived later and ascended the mountain to join the celebration. Aside from a few impetuous ones, most of them heeded the attendant's advice and did not deliberately trigger the seals. When the first group arrived at the summit, the thin mist that had previously veiled the top had entirely dispersed. Before them unfolded a vast plaza constructed of translucent white jade bricks, with layers of colorful cushions arranged densely across the ground, nearly filling every corner of the plaza. At the center of the plaza stood a towering crystal spire, over thirty zhang high, divided into seven levels, each adorned with countless green spiritual patterns that gently flowed and shimmered. Floating at the summit of the spire was a massive jade lotus, about the size of an acre, half-opened, its petals lush and dewy, remaining still. At its center, a young man in a green robe sat in meditation, eyes gently closed, a serene smile playing at his lips—this man was none other than Han Li, who had been waiting here since the beginning. Beside his feet, however, lay a small golden creature, its two silver eyes steadily scanning the gathering crowd—none other than the leopard-mare beast. Although Han Li paid no attention to the various cultivators entering the plaza, these individuals, upon seeing the scene, immediately bowed respectfully from a distance, and only then, under the guidance of attendants, proceeded to a corner of the plaza, where they sat cross-legged with great humility. Subsequent groups of attendees arriving in succession also entered the plaza, each one bowing to Han Li before settling cross-legged at various spots. Among them were elderly men with white hair, young women in their late teens or early twenties, and even some beings of the spirit realm with horns growing from their heads and fur covering their bodies. Once seated, everyone immediately adopted a solemn posture, closing their eyes and meditating, refraining from speaking or conversing with those beside them. The entire plaza thus became still and serene. Though the plaza Han Li had established on the mountain summit was vast, it could accommodate no more than thirty or forty thousand people at most—soon, the entire space was filled to the brim, with ten out of every ten cushions occupied. This does not include the nearly one million ordinary cultivators who were barred from entering the teleportation array around the square's perimeter. However, as these common cultivators began to arrive, representatives from various smaller and medium-sized factions appeared on the square, each with distinct expressions. These delegates were directly escorted by white-robed attendants to the inner circle closer to Han Li. Among them, some appeared distinctly unlike humans or the human-like beings of the two primary races, their aura peculiar and unusual—indeed, representatives from various other ethnic groups were also among them. Half an hour later, the square was finally filled to capacity, and the figures of the senior elders of Tianyuan City, including the silver-haired elder, appeared at the entrance. At that moment, seven radiant suns hung in the sky together, precisely at noon. "The time has come—the celebration begins!" As the spatial vibrations rippled, the Spirit-Entity Master suddenly materialized beneath the tower, bowed respectfully to the gathered crowd, and then spoke solemnly. As soon as he finished speaking, the bell sound once again echoed gently from beneath the towering peak, while shimmering hues of five colors danced across the sky, and faint, heavenly melodies of Buddhist chants drifted softly. A series of ethereal, graceful figures emerged, swirling and dancing within the radiance. Countless petals of five colors drifted down from these graceful forms, filling the entire plaza with an extraordinary fragrance and spiritual energy. Some cultivators, merely inhaling the scent, immediately felt a profound sense of comfort and a renewed spirit. "The essence of plants—how could it be refined from the concentrated essences of eighty-one rare medicinal flowers and herbs!" someone exclaimed, but quickly realizing the remark was premature, immediately silenced himself. Many others, however, beamed with joy, desperately channeling their cultivation techniques to draw in the fragrant air. "Greetings!" the Qi Ling Zi then announced, speaking clearly and authoritatively. The human cultivators who had been seated around previously instantly straightened up, their expressions becoming solemn as they all rose to pay their respects to Han Li: "Congratulations to Master Han on achieving the Great Perfection stage—joy for all cultivators!" "Congratulations to Master Han on achieving the Great Perfection stage—joy for all cultivators!" ... Although the beings from the demonic clans and the foreign envoys did not utter the exact same words, they also rose with due respect and bowed formally. The congratulations poured forth continuously, echoing throughout the immortal realm, and under the special amplification of the seals, resonated throughout the entire sky of Tianxuan City, lingering and reverberating endlessly.