Half a day later, in a tightly sealed chamber on the Holy Island, Han Li sat with his knees crossed on a mat, before a gently floating luminous yellow orb. Inside the orb, a pale yellow gourd of about fist-size was faintly visible. This gourd was one of the three top-tier treasures Han Li had obtained from the Qi Ling Secret Repository. The other, a jade-green ancient gong, he had gifted to Yin Yue. The final top-tier treasure was the "Mo Ling Holy Vessel." The jade-green ancient gong had been enhanced with a fragment of an unknown Xuan Tian treasure, endowing it with several exceptionally strange and powerful golden and wooden attributes. As for the Mo Ling Holy Vessel, not only was it massive in size and remarkably swift in movement, but it also possessed the extraordinary ability to tear through the void—fully matching its reputation as one of the top three flying treasures in the Magian realm. The only yellow gourd, unknown in its material composition, naturally possesses the ability to absorb divine consciousness. Its lid, firmly grown into the gourd itself, cannot be opened by conventional means. For a time, Han Li was unable to determine what was contained within, nor could he ascertain the true purpose of this treasure. However, when he grasped the upper portion of the gourd and gently shook it, a deep, resonant roar emanated from within—clearly indicating that whatever it held was no ordinary matter. This gourd's profound mystery naturally piqued Han Li's curiosity. When he first obtained it in the realm of magic, he had swallowed it whole and continuously refined it with his true energy over the days. After such a duration, today, the treasure had finally been refined to a significant extent, and its true potential was now beginning to unfold. Han Li gazed at the gourd intently, his eyes gleaming, then, with a single hand, swiftly pressed a series of gestures, and his ten fingers instantly snapped in succession. A series of "pffft" sounds erupted! Dense, vibrant symbols of five colors burst forth, vanishing instantly as they sank into the gourd. Han Lixian first displayed a look of mild astonishment, but after scanning the yellow sand mist with his spiritual awareness, his expression quickly turned one of surprise. "The blazing-scarred golden-aura sand—how remarkable! It appears to have been carefully refined anew, seemingly fully integrated with this gourd. Truly, it must be a great feat that the Qi Ling Sage Ancestor managed to gather so many such rare specimens." Han murmured, reaching out with one hand to grasp the yellow sand mist as if it were solid. A series of sharp hissing sounds erupted, and an invisible suction force immediately drew the mist inward. "Boom!" A series of sparkling points emerged within the sand mist, each sand grain rotating smoothly before coalescing into a luminous, crystalline sand sphere, which instantly became immeasurably heavy. Upon the sphere's appearance, the sand mist itself grew denser, and when only slightly shifted, it abruptly halted, as though anchored in place. Han was clearly moved by this sight. His previous grasp, though he had not even exerted a tenth of his physical strength, was so powerful that even a being at the Consolidated Stage would have dared to meet it only with hesitation—yet now, it could not even withstand a mere sand sphere. This truly revealed the strange nature of the Li Sha Jin Gang Sand. Then, after the haze of sand and mist had blurred, it suddenly transformed into a massive yellow serpent, charging straight toward the gourd. A thunderous roar erupted within the pale yellow gourd, which instantly drew the serpent in, while at the same time, a cascade of shimmering light spiraled upward at the top—miraculously, the lid that had fallen earlier reappeared atop the gourd, now perfectly restored as before. Han Li gazed at the great egg, his brows slightly furrowed. With a single hand gesture, he summoned it into close proximity. He then spread his fingers, pressing one hand firmly onto the black insect egg, and with his eyes narrowed and his mouth moving continuously, as though employing some secret technique to probe into it. After a moment, Han Li's expression changed, his face lighting up with surprise and delight. "It's only a little short of breaking through. Well, then, I'll lend it a helping hand." As soon as he finished speaking, Han Li took a deep breath, and the golden light from his five fingers surged brightly. A vast surge of true energy flowed rapidly into the egg. Originally unremarkable, the egg now shimmered with delicate purple patterns, its size swelling and contracting in an irregular rhythm. In a short while, a steady heartbeat began to echo from within—the sound growing stronger and clearer, one after another, gradually becoming distinct. Han Li's eyes flashed as a pure and concentrated True Energy surged forth from his palms, flowing without pause, as if a river had broken its banks. After exactly one hour, the black insect eggs shattered piece by piece under a dazzling flash, and at the same time, a golden light erupted from within, emerging into clear view as a faint, three-inch-tall purple-gold figure materialized at a height above. The figure had a complete set of limbs and eyes as clear and luminous as jade, yet it lacked hair, beard, mouth, and nose—on its face, only a soft, golden radiance remained. Two beams of golden light intersected, and instantly flashed through the otherwise empty space at an inconceivable speed, then vanished in a sudden flicker. As the ripple of energy spread, Han Li materialized in a corner of the chamber opposite. Yet, as soon as he appeared, he looked utterly astonished. Suddenly, he moved his hand to stroke his neck. To his surprise, two faint streaks of blood emerged on either side of his smooth neck—though delicate and subtle, they appeared as though brushed by a sharp blade. Given Han Li's formidable physical strength, such an effortless injury was truly unexpected. His heart quickened with alarm. As his gaze swept toward the distant purple-gold figure, his expression grew more serious. Then, without warning, he opened his mouth and bit through his tongue, spitting out a globule of pure blood, while simultaneously swiftly pointing a finger in the air. The cluster of refined blood spun around, suddenly manifesting into an unknown blood-colored rune mid-air. Upon韩立's prompt, it swelled rapidly to the size of a dou and began flashing erratically, alternating between dark and bright. Meanwhile, the purple-gold figure trembled, and a rune of similar size, barely larger than a soybean, appeared on its brow before vanishing instantly into its head. With a low cry,韩立, the figure bowed deeply and shuddered, as though enduring intense, direct pain. Yet the next instant, it suddenly straightened again, its ten fingers sweeping through the air in a swift motion. Ten brilliant sword beams, each stretching a zhang in length, instantly materialized before韩立 and descended in a lightning-fast slash. Even before these sword beams truly touched韩立's body, waves of piercing cold air surged downward, completely unable to be blocked by his protective aura. Even with the cultivation level currently attained by Han Li, the mere contact with this coldness caused him to shiver involuntarily, his body and limbs suddenly becoming sluggish and slow. As ten brilliant sword beams converged and descended, poised to cleave him into several fragments, a sharp exhalation suddenly rang out. Upon hearing this sound, the purple-gold figure felt as though his head had been struck by a massive hammer, resonating with a deep, resonant hum; his body staggered, nearly falling from the sky. The ten bright sword beams, affected by this, dimmed and scattered chaotically. Han Li, seizing this moment, merely twisted his body slightly and surged forward like a bolt of lightning, effortlessly escaping the sword beams and appearing calmly at a distant location. At the same time, the large blood-colored symbol, now transformed into a radiant orb of blood light, shot directly toward Han Li. Han Li's eyes suddenly brightened, and countless strands of divine awareness instantly shot forth from his brows and temples, swiftly vanishing into the blood-colored symbol at his side. The originally flickering runes suddenly froze, becoming rigid and motionless. At that moment, the purple-gold figure emitted a piercing cry, then collapsed directly, with a loud "gurgle."