This ore was only the size of an egg, its pitted surface glinting with a cold metallic sheen.
This was none other than a piece of Alien Demon Gold that Han Li had brought back from the Demon Realm.
With a soft *pfft* sound, Han Li flicked a finger toward the ore in his hand, and a green thread flashed briefly before vanishing.
The black-and-white ore silently split into two halves, and a pea-sized crystalline bead dropped out from within.
Two fingers darted out like lightning, precisely pinching the bead between them.
After examining the bead for a moment, Han Li flicked his sleeve, and over a dozen multicolored banners flew out, disappearing into the surroundings in a flash.
In the next instant, a five-colored light barrier emerged, enveloping the entire chamber.
Only after setting up these precautions did Han Li place the bead between his palms and rub them together abruptly.
A thunderous roar erupted as over a dozen golden lightning arcs surged forth.
Amidst the golden flashes, the bead shattered into fragments, and after a ripple of spiritual energy, a gray-white beam of light shot upward from his palms.
But Han Li was prepared. With a flick of his fingers, a golden hand materialized above the chamber and slammed downward without hesitation.
With a *boom*, an invisible force crushed downward, compressing the beam into a fist-sized gray-white orb.
Han Li then began chanting, and countless golden runes spiraled out from his mouth, swiftly wrapping around the orb.
Relaxing slightly, he beckoned with one hand, and the orb descended steadily into his palm.
His eyes flashed with blue light, and with a series of sharp *zings*, crystalline threads shot from between his brows, vanishing into the orb.
The orb trembled faintly, emitting a low hum, but soon calmed under the glow of the golden runes.
Han Li closed his eyes and silently circulated his cultivation techniques.
Half a day later, when he reopened his eyes, all the crystalline threads had retracted, and the golden rune-wrapped orb had vanished without a trace.
Sensing his internal state, he found his spiritual power had increased slightly, bringing a faint smile to his face. However, upon noticing an additional wisp of green energy within him, his brows furrowed slightly.
Immediately changing his hand seals, a layer of dark-gray mist enveloped his body, and an eerie aura began emanating from him.
This was the method he had learned from Lan Ying of the Demon Realm’s Guangyuan Pavilion to refine the Earthly Fiend Yin Energy.
By refining the tainted Yin Energy mixed within the crystalline beads each time he absorbed their power, he could avoid any lingering consequences.
Within half an hour, Han Li ceased his technique and retrieved another piece of Alien Demon Gold.
Another gray-white crystalline bead fell out after a green flash.
Grasping the bead, he began absorbing its energy once more.
Thus, in the following days, Han Li remained in seclusion, repeating the same process.
Day after day, he absorbed energy, refined the Earthly Fiend Yin Energy, and felt his spiritual power steadily increasing.
Two years passed in the blink of an eye.
After refining the last remnants of Yin Energy in his body, Han Li exhaled deeply and glanced at the scattered remnants of Alien Demon Gold around him.
Piles of split ore fragments, each about a zhang tall, littered the ground near where he sat, still faintly gleaming.
He had consumed nearly ninety percent of the Alien Demon Gold he had brought back from the Demon Realm.
Moreover, the energy from the latest crystalline bead he absorbed had failed to increase his spiritual power any further.
Clearly, his cultivation had reached the pinnacle of the late stage, with his spiritual power now thirty percent greater than before his seclusion.
All of this had been achieved in just two short years.
If other Body Integration cultivators learned of this, they would likely be stunned—or outright disbelieving.
For ordinary cultivators, reaching Han Li’s previous level through sheer cultivation would take centuries, if not a millennium.
To achieve such progress in mere two years was beyond the capabilities of even the most potent immortal elixirs.
Despite reaching the threshold for a breakthrough, Han Li showed no immediate intention to advance to the next realm.
Instead, he spent another year in seclusion, solidifying his refined spiritual power until it was perfectly stable.
Only then did he flick his wrist, summoning a white light from his storage bracelet that expanded into a crystalline jade box several feet long, sealed with a silver talisman.
With a puff of breath, a green mist swept over the box, causing the talisman to drift off.
A flick of his finger sent the lid flying open, revealing a blood-red, grain-like fruit—one of the premium Bloodfang Rice he had obtained.
One end was as thick as an infant’s arm, while the other tapered sharply.
Han Li grasped it midair, its faint aroma filling the air.
“Truly a premium grade—far superior to ordinary Bloodfang Rice. Consuming this while cultivating the Hundred Meridians Refinement Art should significantly accelerate progress,” he murmured, stroking the rice with a peculiar expression.
He had already mastered the initial stages of the Hundred Meridians Refinement Art, but true mastery of this immortal technique was still distant.
With his original physique, it would have taken him at least a century to achieve full mastery.
Of course, this was only possible due to his already formidable physical foundation.
An ordinary Body Integration cultivator would never succeed, even with centuries of effort—likely suffering shattered meridians or bodily explosion instead.
Now, after undergoing the transformative effects of the Spirit Cleansing Pool and the Pure Spirit Lotus, Han Li’s meridians and physique had reached unprecedented heights.
Coupled with the Bloodfang Rice’s miraculous effects, his cultivation time would be drastically reduced.
Thus, he was highly confident in mastering the Hundred Meridians Refinement Art.
Once he fully refined his body into a treasure-like vessel, it would undoubtedly aid his breakthrough to the next realm.
As he pondered, Han Li channeled pure Yang energy into the Bloodfang Rice.
Under a soft white glow, the rice emitted a rich aroma, instantly transforming into cooked food.
Without hesitation, Han Li devoured it in large bites.
Moments later, the entire grain was consumed, dissolving into streams of heat that surged through his meridians.
His expression turned solemn as he formed a hand seal.
Golden light flashed behind him, revealing the faint outline of his three-headed, six-armed Dharmic Form.
Following the technique’s incantations, he began his cultivation in earnest.
Spring turned to summer, autumn to winter—time flowed unnoticed.
Forty years passed in this manner.
One day, while meditating in her chamber, Silvermoon suddenly heard a chorus of dragon-like cries erupt from a nearby room, followed by roaring winds and trembling earth.
A tempest of wind and lightning seemed to rage beyond the walls.
Her eyes flickered with alarm, and she nearly rose to investigate, but after a moment’s hesitation, she sighed and closed her eyes again.
Meanwhile, Han Li’s chamber was engulfed in a celestial phenomenon.
Sitting cross-legged, his body radiated purple-gold light, covered in shimmering silver patterns that writhed like living creatures.
They constantly formed and dissolved into intricate arrays across his skin, giving him an otherworldly appearance.
His Dharmic Form, too, bore identical silver patterns.
Even more astonishingly, as the patterns flowed, thunderous winds roared from within his body, stirring gales and silver lightning in the surrounding air.
Han Li’s eyes blazed with blue light, his face alight with joy as he examined his transformed self.
Suddenly, he stood, his movements a blur.
With a casual wave of his hand, the silver patterns on his arm condensed into an intricate array.
Simultaneously, a cyan hurricane erupted from his palm, morphing into a roaring wind dragon that lunged at the chamber’s door.
A deafening explosion rocked the stone door, erupting in dazzling five-colored light.
Startled, Han Li quickly retracted the technique, and the wind dragon vanished.
The door’s seals flickered before stabilizing.
A broad grin spread across his face.
Merely activating the refined power of his arm had unleashed such astonishing might!
The Hundred Meridians Refinement Art’s true power far exceeded his expectations—a most welcome revelation.
After forty years of relentless cultivation, he had consumed all the Bloodfang Rice and finally mastered the technique.
Now, every part of his body could manifest as a formidable treasure, each possessing miraculous abilities.
With mere gestures, he could annihilate peers without relying on external artifacts.
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