In the alchemy room of the cave dwelling.

After opening the lid of the Palm Heaven Bottle, Han Li placed it on the ground next to the pill furnace, then retreated a few steps and waved a spell, activating the magic circle under the furnace, causing the flames inside to churn.

After a while, he took a deep breath, stretched out a slender white finger, and gently hooked it towards the direction of the pill furnace.

With a "whoosh," a ball of crimson flame immediately flew out from the bottom of the furnace. After spinning around in mid-air, it transformed into a thin fire line like a small snake, and then, under his control, it all shot into the dark green vial beside it.

Immediately, a flash of red light appeared in the vial, and the jade-like walls of the vial were illuminated incredibly clearly. Patches of leaf-like patterns revealed specks of dark red luster, flickering with a life-like quality.

Han Li narrowed his eyes slightly and stood motionless for a long while.

After a moment, the red light inside the bottle suddenly converged and disappeared.

The dark green vial returned to normal, as if nothing had happened.

But Han Li's gaze sharpened, staring intently at the vial, as if waiting for something.

Time passed bit by bit. About a quarter of an hour later, he raised his hand again and drew a slightly larger ball of furnace fire from the pill furnace, making it sink into the vial.

As before, after another flash of red light in the vial, it became silent again.

However, this time, the flickering seemed to last a little longer than before.

Seeing this, a pensive look appeared on Han Li's face.

In the time that followed, he repeated the process, constantly introducing furnace fire into the vial, with increasingly shorter intervals.

As he expected, the flickering time of the red light in the vial also became longer and longer.

He didn't know how long had passed, but when Han Li introduced another ball of furnace fire into the vial, causing it to flash red, this time it lasted a full quarter of an hour without showing any sign of stopping.

Han Li's eyes lit up slightly.

At that moment, with a clear cry from the vial, wisps of silver light began to emerge inside, devouring all the red light at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The next moment, with a "swoosh," a dazzling silver light shot out from the mouth of the vial, heading straight towards the top of the secret room.

With a muffled "bang,"

The silver light struck the top of the room, falling down a bit, and the silver light emanating from it instantly filled the entire alchemy room, illuminating the room with brilliance.

Han Li looked up at the silver light above, blue light flashing in his pupils, a look of surprise and joy on his face, but then, his brow furrowed slightly.

After the ball of silver light rotated a few times in mid-air, it contracted and deformed, transforming into a small silver firebird. With a spread of its wings, it swooped straight down towards him.

Han Li raised one palm, and the silver firebird stopped nimbly half a foot away from his palm. Then, with a spread of its wings, it circled and danced around his raised index finger, constantly chirping happily, as if it were very happy.

This firebird was none other than the refined flame firebird, formed after a trace of spirituality was born from the Refined Flame!

Back in the Mortal Realm, he had cultivated the Violet Aurora Extreme Flame with the Frozen Azure Ice Flame and the cold air sprayed by the Six-Winged Frost Centipede. Later, he integrated the Violet Aurora Extreme Flame into the Great Yin True Flame. After arriving in the Spirit World, he devoured a large number of other flames through the Great Yin True Flame, and finally formed this wisp of Refined Flame.

This flame could not only devour various spiritual flames by nature, but it also had a significant suppressive effect on fire-attribute spirit beasts. It was one of his important aids when he dominated the Spirit World back then.

Han Li sighed lightly, then put away his tumbling thoughts. He raised his arm slightly, and the firebird obediently retracted its wings and landed in his palm.

For some reason, since waking up, he had been unable to sense this flame. He had originally thought that it had been lost for some reason, but he did not expect that it had not only not been lost, but had been sleeping in his Palm Heaven Bottle all along.

Just now, in the secret room, he suddenly had a faint connection with this flame in his divine sense. With a thought, he immediately rushed to the alchemy room, trying to awaken this firebird with furnace fire as a guide. He didn't expect that it would actually succeed in one fell swoop.

He looked at the silver firebird constantly jumping in his palm, his face appearing somewhat uncertain under the illumination of the silver light.

This bird was now less than three inches tall, and the fire energy around its body seemed somewhat depleted, far inferior to its original power.

This only added to the anger that had been suppressed in his heart.

Needless to say, the current state of this bird was definitely inseparable from the matter of him losing his cultivation and memory.

Han Li secretly vowed in his heart that no matter who had caused him to fall to this point, he would get it back in full.

After a moment, he restrained his mind, his expression gradually becoming calm. He waved his sleeve, and the silver firebird was taken into his body, disappearing without a trace.

This bird probably needed to be nurtured well in his body to restore some of its vitality.

About an hour later, Han Li left the cave dwelling again and came to a corner in the northwest of the spiritual field.

He released his divine sense and scanned the surroundings. After confirming that there was nothing unusual, he raised one hand and waved his wrist several times in succession. One triangular small flag after another flew out, circling a circular area of moderate size in the field.

Then, he muttered a spell in a low voice, and with a pinch of his fingers, a faint purple light flashed on the circle of triangular small flags, forming a layer of blurred light curtain between them, wrapping the area inside.

After doing all this, he stepped into the area. The purple light on the light curtain disappeared, completely merging into the night and becoming hidden.

At this moment, if an outsider happened to pass by the vicinity of the cave dwelling, as long as their cultivation had not reached the Transformation Spirit stage, they would not be able to detect anything unusual here. And if it was a cultivator above the Transformation Spirit stage, he would be discovered at the first moment, and he would be able to respond in time.

Inside the light curtain, Han Li waved his hand, and more than twenty exquisite wooden boxes appeared out of thin air, suspended in front of him.

With a casual raise of his hand, the lids of the wooden boxes opened one after another, revealing a faint medicinal fragrance.

Dozens of white spiritual herbs with full roots and complete quality flew out of the medicine boxes one by one, falling towards the ground and taking root.

These spiritual herbs, which resembled ordinary ginseng in appearance, were hundred-year-old Cloud Crane Grass.

During the past few days, he had made several trips to Tongyi Valley, buying up almost all of the grass circulating in the valley.

And in order not to attract attention, he had deliberately concealed his cultivation and changed his appearance.

Han Li glanced at the white spiritual herbs on the ground, then took out the dark green vial from his bosom again.

He took a deep breath, opened the lid and shook it gently, then tilted the vial and poured it onto the Cloud Crane Grass below.

The drop of green liquid slowly slid down the mouth of the vial and sprinkled on the spiritual herbs.

Watching the green liquid slowly seep into the roots of the spiritual grass, Han Li's lips curled up slightly, revealing a smile. Then, he turned and walked out of the light curtain.