This place turned out to be a hall resembling a temple.
The space was quite sizable, with a small door on either side leading to other areas.
Han Li swiftly scanned the hall with his gaze, finally settling on two rows of wooden shelves on either side.
The shelves were as white as snow, faintly exuding wisps of cold air—they were made of the renowned “Snowwood” of the Spirit Realm.
This wood was an exceptional material for crafting ice-attribute treasures, yet here it was merely used as ordinary shelves for storage. It was almost absurdly extravagant, leaving even Han Li momentarily speechless!
On the shelves were over a dozen objects of varying colors. From a distance, they appeared to be items like scepters, bowls, and small bells.
Han Li narrowed his eyes, sweeping his divine sense over the objects. At first, he froze in astonishment, then his face lit up with delight.
Each of these objects radiated astonishing spiritual energy—every one was a top-tier semi-finished treasure. Had their original owner completed their refinement, they might not have reached the level of Heaven-reaching Spirit Treasures, but they would have been comparable to ordinary Spirit Treasures.
Most importantly, just by their appearance, it was clear these were rare treasures with unique and esoteric abilities.
Of course, even if he took the time to refine them himself, their power would never match what the original owner could have achieved. Still, they remained top-tier treasures in the Spirit Realm.
With a flick of his sleeve, a wave of azure light swept out, and in an instant, all the objects vanished into his storage.
Having acquired so many formidable treasures at once, Han Li was in high spirits.
After scanning the hall once more, he slowly lowered his head, his gaze settling on a meditation cushion beneath his feet. A soft exclamation escaped his lips as if he had discovered something new.
Without hesitation, he reached out with one hand, and with a soft “whoosh,” the cushion silently floated into his grasp. It was remarkably elastic, cool to the touch, and exuded an exceptionally pure spiritual energy.
“This is…” Han Li’s eyes flickered with intrigue.
The cushion was clearly woven from some kind of spiritual herb. Despite having been here for countless millennia, it still brimmed with spiritual energy.
His expression shifted as if he had noticed something. He abruptly brought the cushion to his nose and took a light sniff—a faint, fishy odor lingered.
Han Li’s face twisted strangely. With a flip of his other hand, a flash of green light revealed a three-foot-long sword in his grip.
He tossed the cushion into the air and flicked his wrist, sending a sharp sword slash toward it.
An astonishing sight unfolded—the seemingly unstoppable sword slash sank a few inches into the cushion before being forcefully repelled.
A yellow glow rippled across the cushion’s surface, instantly healing the slash. Despite being woven from mere grass, it had effortlessly blocked the Emerald Swarm Sword’s strike.
“Just as I thought—this is the legendary ‘Armorvine Grass’! To think such a marvel truly exists, capable of resisting sword and blade strikes with nothing but its plant fibers. If woven into armor, it could rival a top-tier battle suit. Pity it’s highly vulnerable to fire, diminishing its value. Only in an immortal’s abode would such a rare herb be wasted on a mere cushion.” Han Li muttered to himself, turning the cushion over in his hands, a faint smile playing on his lips.
Having recognized its worth, he naturally wouldn’t leave it behind.
A pitch-black hand emerged from his sleeve, casually sweeping across the floor. A gray light surged forth, and in a flash, hundreds of cushions vanished without a trace, leaving the hall eerily empty.
A quick scan of his storage bracelet confirmed the neatly stacked cushions, and Han Li nodded in satisfaction. Acquiring such rare herbs—extinct even in the Spirit Realm—made this trip worthwhile.
With a deep exhale, he inhaled again. Whether it was his imagination or not, the scent of sandalwood seemed stronger than before.
“Sandalwood!”
He abruptly turned his head, his eyes gleaming as they locked onto an incense burner in a corner.
Inside the burner was half a stick of incense, pale yellow in color, its age impossible to determine.
Han Li strode toward it, his divine sense sweeping ahead. But his brow furrowed in surprise—the burner was made of ordinary bronze, not even a magical artifact.
After a moment’s hesitation, he reached the burner and examined the remaining incense, only a third of its original length. A rich sandalwood aroma emanated from it.
This incense seemed unusual. Outwardly, it looked no different from ordinary sticks, yet after so many years, its fragrance remained potent—proof of its extraordinary origins.
Han Li studied it for a long while, his expression growing solemn.
Suddenly, he raised a hand, extending two fingers toward the incense. Before touching it, a layer of green light enveloped his fingertips.
With utmost caution, he plucked the incense from the burner. Nothing unusual happened.
Yet Han Li remained wary, scrutinizing the incense before bringing it to his nose for a prolonged sniff. A thoughtful look crossed his face.
With a flick of his finger, a spark of red light shot out, striking the incense—but it failed to ignite.
His eyes gleamed with excitement. Another flick conjured a fist-sized crimson fireball at his fingertip, hovering motionlessly.
He gently inserted the incense into the flames, watching intently.
Despite the scorching heat, the incense remained unlit.
“Indeed—’Black Abyss Ice Incense’! A sacred item for dispelling inner demons during the Body Integration breakthrough!”
Han Li’s face erupted in ecstatic joy.
He flipped his hand, producing a pristine white jade box, and carefully placed the incense inside.
After a quick search, he found two more half-burned sticks in other corners’ incense burners, storing them as well. With a flash of light, the jade box vanished into his storage.
Han Li scoured the hall once more, but aside from the altar and a few withered spirit fruit offerings before it, nothing else remained.
Finally, his gaze settled on the altar itself.
The altar shimmered with purple light, standing about ten feet tall. The statue within was a vibrant emerald green, as if carved from the finest jade.
The statue wore green Taoist robes, one hand cradling a snow-white horsetail whisk, the other holding a purple-gold gourd. A long beard trailed from its chin, exuding an immortal’s grace.
But after only a brief glance, Han Li’s eyes filled with shock.
No matter how hard he stared, the statue’s face remained obscured by a swirling green haze, its true features impossible to discern.
His eyelids twitched. With a flash of blue light in his pupils, he activated his Brightsight Spirit Eyes, attempting to pierce the veil.
This time, the green haze gradually thinned, allowing him a clearer view.
Just as he focused on the statue’s face, a chorus of celestial hymns and music exploded in his mind. His ears rang, his consciousness reeled as if turned upside down.
Darkness swallowed his vision. Staggering, he nearly collapsed under the vertigo.
Fortunately, his divine sense rivaled that of Body Integration cultivators. Circulating his Great Development Art, he steadied himself and stood upright once more.
When he looked back at the statue, his expression was one of deep wariness.
This statue was beyond bizarre. Even at his current cultivation level, he couldn’t glimpse its true form—proof of its unfathomable power.
Given its placement here, the being it represented must have been a figure of immense stature in the True Immortal Realm.
Statues were profoundly mystical. Even in the Spirit Realm, mighty beings could project their souls or avatars across vast distances through them.
If this statue’s owner was indeed a significant figure from the True Immortal Realm—though no records suggested immortals had ever descended to the Spirit Realm this way—taking it would be akin to playing with fire.
After a long internal struggle, Han Li took a deep breath, suppressing his greed. He averted his gaze from the altar and turned toward the side door.
Without hesitation, he strode forward, his giant ape puppet following closely under his command.
Moments later, the hall stood empty save for the lone altar.
Han Li soon arrived at a corridor leading to a cluster of a dozen or so small, identical rooms resembling side chambers.
After a quick inspection, he directed the ape puppet to open all the doors. Detecting no anomalies, he swiftly entered one of the rooms.
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