Half a day later, in a heavily restricted chamber on the Holy Island, Han Li sat cross-legged on a meditation cushion. Before him, a milky-yellow light sphere floated gently in the air, within which a faintly discernible pale-yellow gourd the size of a fist could be seen.
This object was unmistakably one of the three supreme treasures Han Li had obtained from the Qiling Vault.
The other treasure, an ancient cyan halberd, had been gifted to Silvermoon.
The final supreme treasure was none other than the “Ink Spirit Sacred Vessel”!
The cyan halberd had been forged by fusing it with a fragment of an unknown Profound Heaven Treasure, granting it several bizarre and immensely powerful metal- and wood-attribute abilities.
As for the Ink Spirit Sacred Vessel, not only was it massive in size and astonishingly fast, but it also possessed the extraordinary ability to tear through space. It lived up to its reputation as one of the top three flying treasures in the Demon Realm.
Only this yellow gourd remained a mystery. Its material was unknown, and it naturally possessed the ability to absorb spiritual sense. Moreover, the lid on its mouth seemed fused to the gourd itself, making it impossible to open by ordinary means.
For a time, Han Li couldn’t determine what was inside, nor could he discern the treasure’s true purpose.
However, when he grasped the upper half of the gourd and gently shook it, a thunderous roar echoed from within, suggesting that its contents were anything but ordinary.
The gourd’s enigmatic nature naturally piqued Han Li’s curiosity.
When he first obtained it in the Demon Realm, he simply swallowed it whole and spent days refining it with his True Essence Fire.
Now, after many days of refinement, the treasure had finally been mostly subdued, and it should be possible to truly open it.
Han Li’s eyes gleamed as he stared at the gourd for a moment before forming a hand seal with one hand and flicking his fingers rapidly.
*Puff! Puff!*
Dense clusters of five-colored runes shot out, vanishing into the gourd in a flash.
“Open!”
With a low shout, Han Li formed an extremely peculiar hand seal. A golden glow flashed behind him, and a three-headed, six-armed golden phantom emerged. A surge of black energy condensed between its brows, forming a pitch-black Dharma Eye.
A black light flashed wildly within the eye before a crystalline black thread shot out, coiling around the gourd’s mouth.
The entire gourd trembled, and the lid rolled off its top with a clatter.
A deafening roar erupted as specks of yellow light surged out, transforming into countless grains of earthen-yellow sand.
Each grain was crystalline and faintly wreathed in strands of yellow vapor.
The sheer quantity of sand formed a ten-foot-wide cloud of earthen-yellow mist, floating unremarkably in the air.
Han Li’s expression flickered from surprise to astonishment as his spiritual sense swept over the sand.
“*Lie Sha Jin Gang Sand*—so it’s this treasure, and it’s been meticulously refined to fuse completely with the gourd. That Qiling Sacred Ancestor must have gone to great lengths to gather so much of this rare material,” Han Li murmured before reaching out toward the sand mist with an invisible force.
*Hiss!*
A powerful suction force swept toward the sand, but with a *boom*, the mist shimmered with crystalline light. Each grain spun rapidly, coalescing into a single crystalline sand sphere that instantly became unimaginably heavy.
Despite Han Li’s pull, the sand sphere barely moved before stubbornly halting in place.
Han Li’s expression shifted slightly.
Though he had exerted less than a tenth of his physical strength, the force he applied was enough to overwhelm even a Body Integration cultivator. Yet, it couldn’t budge this mere sand sphere.
The *Lie Sha Jin Gang Sand* was indeed extraordinary.
From ancient texts, Han Li knew that this sand’s true terror lay not in its weight but in two other terrifying abilities.
“This is an unexpected boon! But only in my hands can it unleash its full potential. Even the Qiling Sacred Ancestor could barely manifest half its power,” Han Li mused with a faint smile before summoning the gourd back into his grasp.
Chanting an incantation, he waved the gourd toward the distant sand mist.
*Pfft!*
The sand sphere dispersed, merging back into the rolling mist.
The mist blurred before transforming into a massive yellow serpent that lunged toward the gourd.
With a resonant hum, the gourd swallowed the serpent whole. A multicolored glow swirled around its mouth, and the lid inexplicably reappeared, sealing it as if untouched.
With a flick of his sleeve, the gourd vanished into golden light.
Having stored the treasure, Han Li closed his eyes and began meditating in silence.
An hour later, he reopened his eyes and flicked his wrist, sending a black ring flying out soundlessly.
Muttering a spell, he tapped the ring several times.
Amidst a golden radiance, a dark object shot out from the ring, hovering motionlessly in the air.
It was a pitch-black egg, the size of a watermelon, covered in fine purple patterns.
Han Li frowned slightly before summoning the egg toward him.
Placing a hand on its surface, he murmured an incantation, seemingly probing its contents with a secret technique.
Moments later, his expression shifted between shock and delight.
“It’s almost ready to hatch. Very well, I’ll lend it a hand.”
Taking a deep breath, his fingers glowed gold as an immense surge of True Essence poured into the egg.
The previously unremarkable egg’s purple patterns gleamed brightly, and its size fluctuated wildly.
Soon, a rhythmic *thump-thump* heartbeat echoed from within, growing louder and clearer.
Han Li’s gaze sharpened as his True Essence continued flooding into the egg without pause.
After an hour, the black egg shattered into fragments, and a streak of golden light shot out, materializing into a three-inch-tall purple-gold figure hovering in the air.
The figure had limbs and jade-like eyes but lacked facial features, its visage obscured by a golden haze.
“So this is the legendary Gold Devouring Beetle King!” Han Li murmured, his expression peculiar.
But in the next instant, the figure’s dull gaze shifted—directly at Han Li.
Simultaneously, two golden blades, a foot long each, materialized at Han Li’s neck without warning, slashing inward.
Han Li’s expression darkened, but his body blurred like a ghost, vanishing from the spot.
The golden blades crossed through empty air before dissipating.
A ripple later, Han Li reappeared in another corner of the chamber.
Yet, as soon as he materialized, his hand flew to his neck—where two faint blood trails had appeared, as if grazed by a razor-sharp edge.
Despite his formidable physique, he had been wounded with shocking ease.
Han Li’s heart chilled as he turned his grave gaze toward the purple-gold figure.
Without hesitation, he bit his tongue and spat out a glob of essence blood, swiftly forming an arcane blood rune in the air.
The rune swelled to the size of a bucket, pulsing erratically.
At the same time, the figure shuddered as an identical rune, the size of a bean, appeared between its brows before vanishing into its skull.
Han Li barked a command, and the figure convulsed violently, as if wracked by excruciating pain.
But then, it suddenly straightened and slashed its fingers toward Han Li.
Ten dazzling sword beams, ten feet long, materialized before Han Li and cleaved downward like lightning.
Before the blades even touched him, an icy aura swept over him, bypassing his protective spiritual light entirely.
Even Han Li shivered at the cold, his limbs slowing drastically.
As the ten radiant blades converged, threatening to slice him into pieces, a cold snort rang out.
The figure’s head jerked as if struck by a hammer, its body staggering mid-air.
The sword beams dimmed and scattered chaotically.
Seizing the moment, Han Li twisted into a bolt of lightning, evading the attack and reappearing elsewhere.
Simultaneously, the blood rune shot toward him.
Han Li’s eyes flashed as countless threads of spiritual sense erupted from his brow, embedding themselves into the rune.
The flickering rune froze solid.
Then, the purple-gold figure let out a piercing shriek before collapsing with a *thud*.
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