Han Li walked up the stone steps, continuing until he reached the top of the Gathering Star Platform, where he found a diagram of the Big Dipper constellation near the center of the high platform.

After a brief glance, he sat down cross-legged, looked up at the sky, and noticed that the sky had turned deep blue, with a few sparse stars faintly appearing in the firmament.

He slowly closed his eyes and began to breathe quietly.

About an hour later.

Han Li's eyelids twitched slightly, his eyes reopened, and he parted his lips, uttering two words:

"Begin."

Upon hearing this, the four brown-robed elders around the high platform each flipped a palm-sized milky-white Star Washing Stone, pressing it into a groove in the ground in front of them.

With a soft "crack" sound.

The four round stones shattered simultaneously, and streaks of white light lit up from the grooves, flowing out along the winding rune carvings on the ground, quickly rushing into the Gathering Star Platform.

The entire nine-story high platform suddenly shone brightly, becoming crystal clear. The star charts engraved on it erupted with brilliant silver light, resembling a miniature starry sky when viewed from a distance, extremely dazzling.

At this moment, the stars in the sky seemed to echo the scene here, becoming even brighter. Countless silver light flakes fell from the night sky, like a pale silver mist, enveloping the Gathering Star Platform.

Han Li, situated within it, felt as if he were sitting among the stars, with a vast and gentle stellar power surrounding him.

Slightly composing himself, he made a hand seal and chanted softly, silently circulating the Lesser Big Dipper Stellar Essence Art.

With a muffled "boom,"

Six white light pillars, as thick as water tanks, suddenly descended from the night sky, projecting around Han Li. They were filled with incomparably rich stellar power, emanating waves of surging energy.

Dense, crystalline light threads detached from the light pillars, suddenly straightening out like countless steel needles, directly piercing Han Li's body.

At the same time, the pale silver mist that had enveloped the entire Gathering Star Platform seemed to be stimulated by something, flowing rapidly.

Under the twisting force of a great power, countless silver light flakes gathered above the Gathering Star Platform, forming a silver light vortex ten zhang in height.

Han Li felt a shift in his heart. The stellar power, which had been quite gentle, suddenly became incredibly violent.

After the six light pillars were enveloped by the vortex, their light exploded, and their volume expanded several times over. The stellar power pouring into them increased several times as well.

Correspondingly, the pain that Han Li was enduring was far from what it had been initially.

The clothes on his body were instantly soaked with blood. The massive influx of stellar crystalline threads continuously pierced his skin. The oozing blood, drawn by the power of the silver light vortex, rose into a hazy blood mist, enveloping his entire body.

The four brown-robed elders around the Gathering Star Platform were all greatly shaken. In their long years guarding this place, they had never seen such violent stellar power, nor had they ever seen such a crude method of infusion.

Even a Composite Body cultivator entering the Gathering Star Platform at this moment would probably be struggling just to stay alive.

However, at this moment, a burst of light suddenly erupted from Han Li's waist, which was already covered in blood. Six palm-sized black round mirrors flew out from it, each flying into one of the six surrounding light pillars.

The mirrors were surrounded by swirling black gas, with an archaic design. Faint runes floated across their surfaces. These were the Star Moon Treasures he had refined using the Yin Stellar Stones he had obtained from the Sky Ghost Sect.

As soon as the six treasures settled in place, streams of black light flowed across their surfaces, and bizarre runes the size of ants surged out, converging into a dazzling light pillar of immense thickness, shooting straight into the night sky.

"He's actually increasing the stellar power even more, truly unbelievable!" The Composite Body stage brown-robed elder muttered to himself in astonishment.

Before he could finish speaking, the light of six stars in the Big Dipper constellation in the night sky suddenly exploded. A brilliant silver light suddenly appeared in the void, flowing into the silver vortex like the Milky Way cascading down.

...

Half a year later, in a stone chamber on the back mountain of Jingtian Peak.

Heshan Daoren, wearing a golden robe, sat cross-legged on a three-tiered high platform with his eyes closed, making hand seals and chanting in a low voice.

Suddenly, his hand seals stopped, and he stood up quickly.

A strange wind appeared out of nowhere in the chamber. Wherever it passed, the dozens of yellow lanterns on the high platform lit up with flames, and wisps of white smoke rose, converging into a white light mist in mid-air.

The surface of the light mist blurred, revealing the figure of an old man wearing a lotus-flower purple crown, with gray hair and a thin figure, dressed in a gold-embroidered ochre yellow Daoist robe.

"Welcome, Pure Bright Ancestor." Heshan Daoren prostrated on the ground, his fat trembling, and said respectfully.

"Rise. Today, I have descended to instruct you on several matters," the purple-crowned old Daoist said, waving his sleeve.

"Please instruct me, Ancestor." Heshan Daoren stood up and stood with his hands clasped in front of him.

"The Hao Yuan Stones you offered last time were of good quality. You need to collect another batch within ten years," the purple-crowned old Daoist instructed.

"Yes."

"The *Can Xing Zhuan Xuan Gong* I created in the past, I now have different insights on. I have made some improvements to the cultivation method, which you shall take and place in the Scripture Repository..."

The purple-crowned old Daoist's lips moved constantly, giving instructions on several important matters in succession, to which Heshan Daoren agreed without hesitation.

Finally, the old Daoist said:

"Also, there is another urgent matter that you must handle carefully."

Heshan Daoren heard this, his expression solemn as he stared at the old Daoist, waiting for his instructions.

The latter waved his sleeve, and the light curtain trembled. A foot-sized gold foil passed through the light curtain and fell in front of him.

"If there is any news of this person, report it immediately," the purple-crowned old Daoist said in an unquestionable tone.

Heshan Daoren received the gold foil with both hands, looked at it intently, and a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.

The gold foil depicted the image of a young man, who was none other than Han Li.

"What is it? Is there anything wrong?" the purple-crowned old Daoist asked softly.

"Reporting to Ancestor, this person... this person is currently in our temple," Heshan Daoren replied hastily.

"Are you sure it is this person?" the purple-crowned old Daoist's expression remained unchanged, his tone of voice slightly faster.

"Although the person in the painting is much thinner, his expression and appearance are exactly the same. There is absolutely no mistake, it is him," Heshan Daoren said firmly after a moment of thought.

"Why is this person in my Jing Yuan Temple?" the purple-crowned old Daoist nodded slightly and asked again.

"Ancestor, please forgive me, this person is actually a member of the Cold Flame Sect..." Heshan Daoren apologized first, and then explained in detail what he knew about Han Li's situation.

After listening, the purple-crowned old Daoist showed a pensive look, and did not speak for a long time.

Heshan Daoren's forehead was slightly sweaty, but he did not dare to speak, and could only wait quietly.

"This person has a great background, and is most likely a banished immortal from the Immortal World. He is currently being heavily rewarded in the Immortal World. Do not alert him. Wait for my subsequent arrangements. Before then, you must keep him in my Jing Yuan Temple at all costs," the purple-crowned old Daoist said solemnly.

"Understood," Heshan Daoren replied immediately.

...

Immortal World, somewhere in an unknown sea area.

The seawater here has a strange pitch-black color, like ink. The black sea surface is boundless, with turbulent waves, extending to the end of the horizon.

Above the black sea, nearly a hundred black mountain peaks are suspended, on top of which stand octagonal black giant tower buildings.

Although these giant towers are of different heights, some as high as ten thousand zhang and others as low as only a hundred zhang, their shapes are all the same, all pitch black, with octagonal flying eaves.

At the top of a small black tower, in a large hall, an old Daoist wearing a purple crown sat cross-legged in front of a square altar, who was none other than Pure Bright Real Person.

A white formation hovered above the altar, emitting a bright white light.

The old Daoist waved his hand and cast a spell, and the white formation immediately stopped running, and the white light quickly dimmed.

Then he looked ahead, motionless, but his eyes were constantly flashing, as if he was hesitating about something.

After a long time, the old Daoist gritted his teeth, as if he had made a decision, and flipped his hand to take out a thumb-sized crystal bead, crystal clear, and floated it in front of him with a flick.

As a magic formula entered, many mosquito-sized crystal runes suddenly rose on the surface of the bead, condensing into a foot-sized magic formation, which rotated gently.

Every breath of time, the magic formation fluctuated.

Time passed little by little, and after a full quarter of an hour, the magic formation did not change in any way.

The old Daoist did not show the slightest impatience on his face, and waited patiently.

After another half a quarter of an hour, the magic formation suddenly lit up, and a pitch-black villain phantom appeared inside, but it was a black-robed man, with a wide forehead and a broad face, but he looked like withered wood, with a waxy yellow complexion, looking like he was terminally ill.

"Boneflame Zhenren, it has been a thousand years since we last met. Fellow Daoist still looks as elegant as ever," Pure Bright Zhenren cupped his fists and smiled cordially.

"Pure Bright Old Daoist, if you have anything to say, say it quickly." Boneflame Zhenren did not show a good face to the old Daoist, and seemed a little impatient.

"I wonder if Fellow Daoist is currently in Blackwater City? This poor Daoist has a great opportunity here," Pure Bright Zhenren said with a mysterious smile.

"Tell me about it," Boneflame Zhenren said lightly, without changing his expression.

"Fellow Daoist must have also received the Ten Directions Tower's wanted order, right?" Pure Bright Zhenren said slowly.

"What does this mean? Could it be that you have news of the person on the wanted order?" Boneflame Zhenren raised his eyebrows slightly.

"That's right, that person is currently in the Spirit Sphere Realm!" Pure Bright Zhenren said with a flash in his eyes, shocking everyone.

"Is this true?" Boneflame Zhenren's expression was a little moved, and he confirmed carefully.

"Whether it is true or false, Fellow Daoist only needs to contact the disciples in the lower realm, and he will know soon," Pure Bright Zhenren shook his head and wagged his head, stroking his chin.

"Listening to your meaning, could it be..." Boneflame Zhenren's eyes lit up slightly.

"That's right. That person is hiding in this realm, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. How about you and I join forces to capture him and share the reward from the Ten Directions Tower equally?" Pure Bright Zhenren said with a chuckle.