The Golden Seal Script and the Silver Tadpole Script are different. Among the entire human and demon races, it is estimated that no more than ten individuals can comprehend this spiritual script.
They all regard this script as a priceless treasure, never allowing outsiders to learn even the slightest detail about it.
Thus, while it is known that some within the two races must understand the Golden Seal Script, exactly who those individuals are remains a mystery to most.
At the very least, that Bloodlight figure likely does not understand this script—otherwise, he would not have been unable to decipher the scroll to this day.
Had Han Li not learned this script in the Moonlight Realm, he too would have been left staring blankly at these golden runes.
Han Li’s gaze lingered on the golden runes for a moment before they flickered and vanished once more.
Frowning slightly, he flicked his fingers without hesitation, releasing seven or eight azure sword beams once again.
Under the relentless slashes of the sword beams, more golden runes emerged, slightly different from the previous ones.
A thought stirred in Han Li’s mind, and he unleashed a continuous stream of sword light, transforming it into a storm of azure sword shadows that engulfed the scroll in an instant.
The golden scroll trembled slightly as bursts of golden light erupted from its surface, revealing a complete passage of golden script.
Han Li’s eyes flashed with blue light as he stared unblinkingly at the golden runes. Only after the time it took to finish a meal did his expression shift, and he ceased the sword beams.
The spiritual light on the scroll dimmed, and the golden runes scattered and disappeared.
Han Li reached out with one hand, and with a whoosh, the scroll flew into his grasp. He then fell into deep thought.
He had already memorized the entire Golden Seal Script passage and skimmed its general meaning.
If he was not mistaken, this spiritual script described the method of setting up an incredibly profound formation.
Though the explanation was somewhat vague, there was no doubt that fully comprehending this Golden Seal Script would allow one to replicate the entire formation.
While the formation was not particularly large, its intricacies far surpassed any of the spirit realm formations Han Li had encountered before.
Had he not previously studied the abandoned runes and restrictions obtained from the Moonlight Realm, he would not have been able to grasp the full intent of the Golden Seal Script.
After all, recognizing the Golden Seal Script and understanding the formation restrictions it described were two entirely different matters, as different as heaven and earth!
By Han Li’s estimation, truly mastering this formation would require decades of dedicated study—an impossible task at present. No matter how intrigued he was by what the scroll contained, he could not afford to waste so much time now.
With a light exhale, Han Li stored the golden scroll in his storage bracelet.
After a brief pause, he clapped his hands together and then separated them, revealing a strange piece of wood about half a foot long and as thick as a thumb.
The wood was dark red, twisted, and emitted faint wisps of blood mist—none other than the Weeping Spirit Bloodwood he had acquired at the auction.
After retrieving this item, the storage bracelet on his wrist continued to glow as various auxiliary materials in bottles and jars tumbled out onto the floor of the chamber.
A faint smile curled Han Li’s lips as he glanced at these items. He tossed the bloodwood into the air and opened his mouth to release a silver flame.
The silver flame instantly enveloped the bloodwood, intertwining with the blood mist and producing crackling sounds.
With one hand forming a seal and the other swiftly grabbing at the materials on the ground, Han Li sent the colorful auxiliary ingredients flying into the silver flame.
His eyes, glowing blue, remained fixed on the silver blaze as he focused entirely on the task.
By nightfall, Han Li had not left the chamber, not even to personally instruct Qi Lingzi and Hai Dasha. Instead, he communicated with them through the chamber door.
After seven or eight days of this, Han Li finally emerged.
But the moment he left seclusion, he took advantage of the dark night to escort Hai Dasha and Qi Lingzi hundreds of thousands of miles away from Nine Immortals Mountain. After gifting them some pills and magical tools, he sent them on their way toward Skydeep City.
He then returned to Nine Immortals Mountain alone.
Two days later, the Bone Daoist paid him a mysterious visit.
After a hushed conversation in the main hall, Han Li departed with him.
Around the same time, several other solitary late-stage Body Integration cultivators in Nine Immortals Mountain also left their residences and mysteriously vanished at a certain point.
It was only half a day later that Han Li and the others reappeared.
Given the short duration, few noticed this strange occurrence aside from those who were particularly observant.
During the remainder of the Myriad Treasures Convention, Han Li frequently ventured out to purchase materials that caught his eye in various markets.
The rest of the time, he resumed interactions with other Body Integration cultivators and occasionally participated in small, secret exchange meetings, gaining some additional rewards.
Meanwhile, Dai’er visited Han Li every few days. Though their conversations were lighthearted, they always parted in high spirits.
Yet, each time Han Li saw Dai’er’s face—so strikingly similar to Nangong Wan’s—his heart stirred with complex emotions.
As the Myriad Treasures Convention neared its end, the Overlord Xuanwu and the Sage Tianyuan once again extended invitations to the human Body Integration cultivators, offering lavish terms.
Two of them were swayed and joined their respective factions.
Han Li, of course, firmly declined and left Nine Immortals Mountain just days before the convention concluded.
Vanishing alongside him was Bai Guo’er, the girl with the Ice Marrow Body.
For a time, their whereabouts remained unknown.
With the convention’s end, the human and demon races gradually dispersed from Nine Immortals Mountain.
The Three Sovereigns and Seven Demon Kings departed on the very day the event concluded.
A month later, the mountain range, once bustling with millions of beings, returned to its usual tranquility, guarded only by its original sentinels.
As time passed, the rumors surrounding the Myriad Treasures Convention faded from discussion.
Four years later, in a remote corner of the Tianyuan Territory, a group of human cultivators—men and women, young and old—flew toward a hidden peak.
Their robes varied, but each bore a green “Valley” character embroidered on their sleeves or collars.
Most were women, graceful and beautiful. The group of nearly a hundred landed atop the peak.
Some immediately set up a simple protective formation, while the rest settled onto clean rocks, meditating in silence.
At the center stood a yellow-haired elder and a fair-skinned woman in a blue palace gown.
Both were at the pinnacle of the Void Refinement stage, standing straight as they conversed in hushed tones.
“Patriarch Xiaofeng, are you certain this Tortoise-Gazing Peak is the agreed meeting place? The time is almost upon us,” the elder murmured, glancing at the sky.
“Elder Xiao, rest assured. Given his status, he would not break his word. Moreover, he proposed this location himself—there should be no issue,” the woman replied firmly.
“Good. That’s a relief. With the Grand Elder injured in the wilderness and forced into seclusion for a century, he’ll miss the Three Millennia True Spirit Ceremony. As our clan’s only Body Integration cultivator, his absence leaves us vulnerable. Thankfully, you foresaw this and secured the aid of a Body Integration senior. Otherwise, we might as well skip the ceremony,” the elder sighed.
“Indeed. The True Spirit Ceremony determines how many of our clansmen can enter the Hidden Spirit Cave and affects countless other interests. We cannot afford to withdraw. Last time, with the Grand Elder’s help, our ranking was decent. This time, I’d hoped to improve it with external aid. But now, maintaining our position will be challenge enough,” the woman said with a bitter smile.
“True. The Senior Han you invited only advanced to Body Integration a decade ago. No matter how talented, he cannot compare to our Grand Elder, who has been renowned for millennia—let alone when the Grand Elder activates his True Spirit Bloodline,” the elder conceded.
“Yet without a Body Integration cultivator, our performance would be even more dismal,” the woman added grimly.
“Indeed. The top five clans in the ceremony all have Body Integration experts backing them,” the elder said, his lips twitching helplessly.
Their conversation lapsed into silence.
Two hours later, a streak of azure light appeared in the distant sky.
“He’s here! Punctual as ever,” the woman exclaimed softly.
The elder’s eyes gleamed as he scrutinized the approaching light.
Within the dazzling azure radiance, two figures—one tall, one short—could barely be discerned.
A whooshing sound echoed above the peak as the light halted overhead.
The radiance faded, revealing a green-robed youth and a young girl of thirteen or fourteen.
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