Mo Jianli's expression stirred slightly, his gaze on the jade box burning with intense interest. Han Li merely looked on calmly, showing no change in expression. Xue Ran finally breathed a quiet sigh of relief. At that moment, Hei Lin had already seized the jade box, struck the scroll and the lid open, and a loud rumbling of thunder erupted within. From the midst, a translucent jade plaque about half a foot long shot out. The surface of the plaque was adorned with swirling electric arcs, countless golden characters faintly visible, radiating an extraordinary power of electricity throughout its entire body. "Is this the Sanqing Lei Xiao Scroll?" Hei Lin murmured, his face glowing with genuine excitement. "Ling brother, I have also brought three crystals of the Shurou Spider—would you care to take a look?" This time, Mo Jianli spoke without waiting for Xue Ran to respond. Upon hearing this, Xue Ran's expression darkened, and he prepared to speak. But at this moment, the robed elder waved his hand and chuckled, replying, "Rest assured, though I don't have many Lei Xiao seals, I am certain they will be sufficient to exchange for the crystal cores each of you holds—there is no need to worry." "Then I shall be at ease," said Mo Jianli, yawned, yet with one hand he still tossed forward a jade box of emerald green wood before anyone else could act. Xue Ran huffed, showing no willingness to yield, and likewise produced a storage bracelet, hurling it swiftly into the air. Only Han Li remained seated steadily, as if truly unconcerned about the possibility that the Lei Xiao seals might prove insufficient. The robed elder gazed at Han Li intently, then with a flick of his sleeve, collected the crystal cores from both Xue Ran and Mo Jianli. After a brief inspection, he tossed out two jade boxes bearing the seals. Both Mo Jianli and Xue Ran were instantly energized, catching the flying items in their hands, removing the seals, and opening the lids—each radiating great excitement. "Friend Han, surely you don't intend to leave empty-handed this time, do you?" The Ling King blinked, smiling gently at Han Li. "Of course not. But before I proceed, may I ask how many Ling Sky-Thunder Tablets you still have left?" Han Li smiled slightly, calmly posing the question. "How many? Does Friend Han seem to have obtained quite a few Shouluo Spider Crystal Cores this time?" The robed elder's expression finally showed some unease. Han Li only chuckled softly, offering no further explanation. Blood-Ren Mojianli and the others, observing this, could not help but display a touch of surprise. After all, when they first received the crystal cores from the Shouluo Spider Clan, each of them had exactly three—so why did Han Li now seem to have more than that? Seeing Han Li's composed demeanor, the robed elder paused thoughtfully, and only after a while did he finally unfold and say: "To be honest with you, these Sanqing Ling Sky-Thunder Tablets are indeed one of our Ling Clan's treasured treasures." I don't have many left either. Aside from the two I've exchanged with my blood brothers, only two remain. If you truly possess so many Shurō Spider Crystal Cores, by all means, take them all." "Very well, then, I'll exchange for two more." With a slight narrowing of his eyes, Han Li spoke without hesitation. Then, he flipped his hand, and with a flash of light, a jade box and a small, translucent sword about a foot long appeared. With a flick of his wrist, the two items transformed into two orbs of white light and shot out into the air. The white-robed elder instinctively raised his hand and caught both items, not immediately opening the jade box, but instead curiously scanning the crystal sword. "Ah—!" After only a brief moment, the Spiritual King softly exhaled, his gaze now suddenly bright with wonder. "Ah, I see," Han Li said with a smile. "This sword—I took it from a powerful opponent in the Lesser Shurō Realm. The materials used are precisely Shurō Spider Crystal Cores, and there are no less than three or four of them." Originally there were five, but four of them shattered during the intense battle, leaving only this one intact. Han Li spoke calmly. Upon hearing this, Xue Ran and the others felt a moment of clarity. This flying sword was one of the five crystalline swords used by the elder of the Yi family to channel temporal energy. Although Han Li had destroyed four of them on the spot, the final one lost control and fell to the ground—something he later quietly retrieved. Given how fiercely the elder of the Yi family fought the Shurō Spiders, it was indeed plausible that he could gather so many crystal cores to forge such a sword. The idea of directly using crystal cores to craft a flying sword, however, was truly remarkable. As for the jade box Han Li offered, it contained the other three crystal cores from the Shurō Spiders. After the white-robed elder carefully inspected them and confirmed their integrity, he beamed with satisfaction, promptly producing and handing over the other two Lei Xiao seals to Han Li. The more delicate threads of time he could weave, the better—for him, it naturally was. Thus, this journey among the Spirit Race truly turned out to be a win-win for all. After each of them had achieved their wishes, they did not linger long on the Fuling platform and promptly bid farewell to the Spirit King. The white-robed elder, though polite, did not insist on keeping them any longer. As a result, the four of them split into two groups and departed the hall in succession, flying out of the Sacred Mountain of the Spirit Race. After Han Li and Mo Jian had left, they headed directly toward the resting place of Yin Yue and others on the Mo Ling Sacred Vessel. After half a day’s journey, they landed quietly within a hidden valley. Upon seeing Han Li and Mo Jian, Yin Yue, Zhu Guo'er, and the old master of the Hua Shi Sect were overjoyed. Not long afterward, a deep hum resonated through the valley, and the dark, ink-black giant vessel rose swiftly from the midst, heading back toward the Human Race. Inside the lower chamber of the vessel, Han Li sat cross-legged at the center. Before him, however, several A vintage lamp, two jade plaques shimmering with countless arcs of electricity, a round pearl of five colors, and a small bottle of milky white hue. These were naturally all the treasures he had gathered on this journey—no small achievement indeed. Han Li murmured softly, yet a satisfied expression appeared on his face. With a simple hand motion, he retrieved two jade boxes, reinserted the two jade plaques into them, and then vanished without a trace. He then raised his head, surveying his surroundings, and with one hand, gestured vacantly at the ancient lamp. "Puff!" The lamp swayed slightly and materialized directly in his palm. Han Li narrowed his eyes, carefully examining the lamp. It seemed capable of summoning a peacock form reminiscent of Mu Lan's sacred bird—a clear indication of its significance. Reflecting further, he recalled that the Ye family elder, a native of the Wugang clan, himself had a peacock as his true form. The connection between this lamp's peacock manifestation and the elder now became all the more intriguing. Beyond the intricate network of spiritual patterns adorning its surface, the materials used in the lamp were also exceptionally rare. Even with his broad experience, Han Li could not identify all of them. Several of the materials he recognized were particularly precious, and he found himself quietly astonished. Han Li pondered for a moment, as if making a decision, then with one hand he chanted a spell, a flash of spiritual light flashing across his brows. A crystalline filament shot forth and instantly vanished into the ancient lamp. His eyes, however, slowly closed, and he began to meditate on the essence of this artifact. Time passed steadily, and after one full day and night, the filament trembled and suddenly recoiled. At the same time, Han Li's expression changed, a pleased smile spreading across his face as he opened his eyes. "The Primordial Soul Lamp. That's what it's called. Truly remarkable. It's no wonder it can summon the same peacock spirit—its very essence must be condensed into a soul fragment." Han Li was delighted! This so-called "Primordial Soul Lamp" was, in fact, a rare treasure designed to contain and nurture a developed soul fragment. Other spiritual artifacts and treasures may temporarily house a strand of refined soul consciousness, but if the strand is separated from the main body for an extended period, it will inevitably weaken and eventually dissipate unless it fully transforms into an independent entity. However, with the presence of the Yuanhun Lamp, a strand of soul consciousness placed within it not only avoids such deterioration but gradually grows stronger under the nourishment of this precious artifact. Through the application of specific secret techniques, this strand of soul consciousness can eventually evolve into a Yuanhun Avatar—akin to a body-double—capable of functioning as a true extension of the self. Regardless of how powerful this avatar becomes, the presence of the Yuanhun Lamp ensures that no adverse repercussions will arise. Should the circumstances allow, the owner of this artifact may even cultivate the Yuanhun Avatar to surpass the strength of the original body. Han Li took a deep breath and his gaze upon the ancient lamp grew increasingly warm. Since the disappearance of his original second prenatal stage, he had long harbored the intention of cultivating a second avatar. The emergence of this artifact precisely aligns with his current needs. He carefully reexamined the ancient lamp repeatedly, truly confirming its soul-nourishing effects and ensuring there were no hidden traps, and then gently planted a strand of refined soul into the lamp. As for how to specifically cultivate this Yuanhun embodiment once the strand of soul grew stronger, he would need to think about it more thoroughly. Han Li shook his sleeve, and with a roll of霞light, carefully sealed the Yuanhun lamp. His eyes then shifted to the small vial below. Inside the vial lay the scarce amount of Xuanwu True Blood. Once swallowed and refined using the Jingzhe Technique, this True Blood would enable the practitioner to advance their Jingzhe transformation powers significantly. It was rather amusing—he had originally believed that the twelve types of True Blood recorded in the Jingzhe Technique were simply impossible for anyone to collect and master fully. Yet up to now, he had, without realizing it, achieved half of the twelve transformations—genuine dragon, celestial wind, thunder phoenix, green phoenix, five-colored peacock, and mountainous giant ape. Should he succeed in attaining the form of Xuanyu as well, he might still dare to dream of mastering the remaining few. He had no idea how powerful the true spiritual body, formed after completing all twelve transformations of the Jingzhe Sect, would become—indeed, a force capable of defying the very heavens. For each new transformation he gained through the Jingzhe Sect's technique, the power of his other transformations increased in ways that were utterly astonishing. As he silently pondered this, his hands already reached out, grasped the small vial, opened the lid, and drank it down in one swallow.