Chapter 1007

He saw that inside the hall, which was dozens of zhang wide, red clouds were swirling, and more than a dozen fire pillars stood straight around the hall, with red dragon statues coiled on them, lifelike, spraying surges of red clouds from their dragon heads, which gathered without dispersing, completely covering a giant tripod in the very center of the hall.

This tripod was six or seven zhang high, with an ancient style; compared to the tripod furnaces Han Li had seen before, it could be considered a behemoth.

But what shocked Han Li was that this object had been calcined by the red clouds until its entire body was crimson, and it was no longer possible to see its original color. The scorching high temperature emitted from its surface, even from twenty or thirty zhang away, still gave him a feeling of being in a volcano.

And ever since he entered this hall, not only was his mouth dry and tongue parched, but his exposed skin immediately had a stinging, fiery sensation. He believed that if it weren't for his protective spiritual light automatically forming a cyan, hazy light shield, he suspected that the moment he entered this hall, he would have suffered a not-so-small loss.

However, encountering this situation, Han Li was not angry but happy. After sweeping his gaze across those fire pillars, he landed on the giant tripod.

At this moment, the tripod was motionless in the middle of the hall, but thunderous sounds were emitted from within it. Based on Han Li's artifact refining experience, in this situation, something must have been constantly being refined inside the tripod.

It seemed that this trip would finally not end in returning empty-handed!

Thinking this in his heart, Han Li exhaled, dodged the surges of spraying red clouds, and after swaying his figure nimbly a few times, he walked toward the giant tripod with composure.

At a distance of six or seven zhang from the tripod, Han Li slowed his steps, and at the same time, his divine sense sensed the astonishing fire spiritual energy contained on the surface of the giant tripod, and he slowly began to circle around it.

No matter what was inside, after being refined for so many tens of thousands of years, it must have long undergone unknown changes. Even if his curiosity was aroused, he would not rashly open it like this.

After seven or eight circles, Han Li stopped his steps and thoughtfully began to scan the rest of the hall.

After so many years had passed, these fire pillars and the giant tripod were still functioning; there must be some formation nearby that had been activated for a long time. What he had to do was to find the control eye of the formation, destroy it, and temporarily stop the fire pillars around it before he could take the treasure.

Because this formation was only a control-type restriction, it had no concealment or hiding at all. As a result, a moment later, blue light flashed in his pupils, and he suddenly stared at an inconspicuous corner of the hall, a light smile appearing on the corner of his mouth.

He no longer paid attention to the giant tripod, flicked one hand, and a zhang-long golden light sprayed directly from his palm, striking a certain spot on the ground in that corner.

With a loud "boom," this corner exploded in a ball of golden radiance, the light of the dozen or so fire pillars flashed, and the red clouds sprayed by the dragon heads stopped abruptly.

After the golden radiance disappeared, a zhang-sized large pit appeared there. Scattered around the pit were some broken formation plate remains, and a golden sword of several chi in size floated leisurely above the pit.

This blow from the flying sword had actually reduced a formation plate buried here to nothing. The medium-sized formation that was spread across the entire underground of the hall and controlled by this immediately stopped operating.

After Han Li smiled slightly, he beckoned to the distance. The flying sword let out a whistle, shot back, circled once, and then disappeared into his sleeve without a trace.

At this time, without the replenishment of the fire pillars, the red clouds on the giant tripod finally gradually dissipated.

But Han Li did not immediately pay attention to the giant tripod; instead, he looked down at the ground, blue light flashing in his eyes, revealing a look of surprise.

Without the concealment of the formation, he discovered that the ground dozens of zhang deep was all fiery red. The entire stone hall was actually built on top of a top-grade fire pool. No wonder the fire pillars around it could provide long-lasting, unfailing fire clouds.

Han Li suddenly understood in his heart, withdrew his gaze, and then used his spiritual eyes to look indifferently at the giant tripod, wanting to see through what was being refined in the tripod before saying anything else.

As a result, he was stunned again.

Because what entered his eyes was also a hazy, fiery scene, which seemed even more crimson than the previous earth fire pool. Before he could see anything clearly, the tripod seemed to have gained spirituality, emitting a buzzing sound, followed by a "pu-chi" sound, and a layer of crimson flames emerged, wrapping the tripod once again.

Han Li's mouth opened slightly, his face full of astonishment. However, after blinking his eyes and pondering for a moment, an expression of surprise and joy appeared on his face.

It turned out that after being tempered by earth fire for so many years, the spiritual energy of the tripod had long been purified to a terrifying degree, actually allowing this tripod to advance from its original ordinary magic tool into a fire-attribute exotic treasure on its own. That was why it had become so spiritual.

Things like magic tools advancing on their own through long-term infusion of spiritual energy of a certain attribute had not happened before in the cultivation world, and the treasures obtained were indeed astonishing in power. But most such treasures could only be formed by chance.

In the past, some cultivation sects once tried to use similar methods to refine some high-grade treasures, but they gave up the attempt not long after.

Because using this method not only took too long—often requiring thousands of years and the efforts of several generations of cultivators—but the success rate was also pitifully low. Even if they occasionally succeeded, the increase in the treasure's power was only slight, which was not worth the time and resources spent compared to the result.

And the furnace tripod before him was definitely not something the ancient cultivators wanted to use this method to improve in grade; rather, it was most likely that the ancient cultivators responsible for the Spirit-Transforming Hall were at a critical moment in refining something and couldn't stop, but because of something, they had to evacuate the mountain, so they had no choice but to activate the hall's formation to refine the object in the tripod on its own.

Perhaps they still fantasized that they or their disciples would have a chance to return and retrieve this object in the future.

However, this could only happen under the circumstance that this mountain had been sealed for an unknown number of tens of thousands of years.

After all, even ancient cultivators wouldn't have nothing better to do than to temper something with earth fire for over ten thousand years. Otherwise, before the refining was finished, the cultivator responsible for the refining would have already reached the end of their lifespan and passed away.

Han Li's eyeballs turned slightly, guessing wildly about the events of that year, while his protective spiritual light flourished on its own, resisting the scorching high temperature that was almost twice as high as before.

After pondering for a moment, Han Li suddenly patted his waist with one hand, then flipped it, and a stack of blue formation flags appeared in his hand.

Afterward, his figure swayed rapidly in the hall, and one by one, the formation flags sank into every corner of the hall.

Then, with a flash, Han Li returned to the front of the giant tripod. After looking at the object before him a few more times, the sound of an incantation came from his mouth, and a blue, hazy protective shield immediately appeared in the hall, wrapping Han Li and the giant tripod inside.

The originally scorching heat was also restrained quite a bit under the stimulation of this water-attribute protective shield.

Han Li did not stop; a spirit beast bag was casually sacrificed into mid-air, and strips of snow-white centipedes, half a chi long, flew out while spreading their wings.

It was the Six-Winged Frost Centipede that had already evolved a pair of wings.

After these centipedes circled with unusual flexibility, they all gathered above the giant tripod in a buzzing sound, all baring fangs and brandishing claws, looking ready to strike.

Han Li finally felt at ease. He rubbed his hands together, and a layer of purple flames suddenly emerged on his palms, and then he grabbed at the giant tripod before him through the air without ceremony.

A purple giant hand emerged above the giant tripod, and then it grabbed toward the tripod lid without ceremony.

The giant tripod trembled slightly with a "boom," the crimson flames on the tripod surged by a factor of two, and instantly condensed into a crimson fire bird, spitting crimson flames to meet the giant hand.

A strange explosion immediately rang out the moment the two touched. Under the intertwining of crimson flames and purple radiance, the fire bird actually held off the purple hand for a moment, not letting it press down immediately.

Seeing this, a hint of surprise flashed in Han Li's eyes, but he let out a low cry without hesitation.

Hearing this sound, the dozen or so Six-Winged Frost Centipedes that were circling above the giant tripod simultaneously opened their mouths, and surges of white, hazy cold air surged down from the air, instantly wrapping the fire bird and the fire tripod below it inside.

At the same time, Han Li also raised his hand and pointed solemnly at the giant hand transformed from the Purple Luo Extreme Fire.

Under the urging of the magic formula, this hand expanded by a factor of two out of thin air, and combined with the cold air of the Six-Winged Frost Centipede, it was even more astonishing in power. Under the giant force of the five fingers, it finally crushed the crimson fire bird, and then the purple hand grabbed toward the tripod lid below without hesitation.

With a light "dang" sound, although this tripod's divine abilities certainly shouldn't have been limited to this, it was, after all, an object that had gained spirituality and had no master to drive it, so it was easily knocked several zhang away by Han Li, revealing a sea of red light inside.

Han Li was just about to look closely at what was in the tripod when he suddenly heard a harsh "ga" bird cry, followed by a crimson radiance shooting out from the tripod, heading straight for the top of the hall. Its speed was extremely fast, actually forcefully passing between two snow-white centipedes, leaving them with no time to react.

After a "peng" sound, the crimson radiance slammed into the blue light screen, paused, and actually caused the light screen to melt and decompose, looking as if it were about to pierce through in the blink of an eye.

Although Han Li was surprised in his heart, he naturally couldn't let this object really escape. He flicked his ten fingers in succession without thinking, and more than a dozen cyan sword qi shot out one after another. After flashing and disappearing, they struck the red radiance with extreme accuracy.

After a series of crackling sounds, although the red radiance was not knocked away by the sword qi, every time it was struck, its radiance dimmed a bit. After more than a dozen sword qi struck it in turn, it had become shaky.

The red radiance also seemed to know that things were not looking good, and it trembled, wanting to change direction and shoot out again.

But suddenly, purple light flashed behind it, and a purple giant hand emerged out of thin air, grabbing it like lightning and catching the red radiance in its hand.

Then the giant hand flew down toward Han Li.

At this time, the giant tripod with its lid opened also seemed to have lost its power to resist; not only did the thunderous sound inside stop, but the flames on its surface also disappeared on their own, and it was frozen into a piece of crystal-clear giant ice by the cold air of the Six-Winged Frost Centipede above its head.

However, Han Li couldn't care about looking at the tripod's situation at this moment; his gaze was completely attracted by the thing he had just held in his hand.

"This is Sun Essence Fire!"

Han Li stared at this object and muttered in surprise and doubt.

"This is naturally not Sun Essence Fire, but the Yin True Fire, which is as famous as the Sun Essence Fire. It is one of the three great True Spirit Fires in the mortal world!" A pleasant voice that Han Li hadn't heard for a long time suddenly drifted into his divine sense.

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