Inside the spirit boat.

Han Li leaned against the boat wall, closing his eyes and sitting cross-legged. Le'er, on the other hand, sat obediently beside him, curiously looking around the spirit boat, occasionally gazing at the scenery rushing past.

Gu Yunyue controlled the spirit boat, standing at the bow, whispering something to Yu Menghan beside her.

After an unknown amount of time, Han Li exhaled lightly, slowly opened his eyes, his expression somewhat gloomy.

After he regained consciousness, he found that he could not absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth into his body, let alone restore his mana directly through breathing exercises. At that time, he had just recovered his spiritual consciousness and was shocked by the inexplicable loss of memory, so he had no time to carefully investigate this matter.

Now he tried again, and it was still the same.

After a moment of contemplation, Han Li flipped his hand, and a white jade bottle appeared in his palm. As soon as it was opened, an extremely rich medicinal fragrance rushed out, making his spirit slightly refreshed.

He poured out a cyan pill, held it between two fingers, and looked at it for a while.

"This is the Wangxi Pill? I hope it's really useful." Han Li muttered to himself, raised his hand and put the pill into his mouth, then closed his eyes and began to regulate his breathing.

Seeing this, Liu Le'er sensibly did not disturb him. Seeing that Yu Menghan had finished her conversation with Gu Yunyue and was walking towards her, she got up to meet her and went to the other side of the boat to sit down, talking in a low voice.

A moment later, as the medicinal power gradually dissipated, Han Li's brows suddenly twitched slightly. A gentle warmth slowly emerged from his lower abdomen, and it flowed along the meridians throughout his body.

After a cycle, he only felt much more comfortable. The original empty feeling in his body had also changed slightly. A trace of mana was born in his dantian, although it was insignificant, it made him somewhat happy.

Han Li slowly opened his eyes, clenched his fists on his knees, felt it slightly, flipped his hand, and a dozen more pills appeared in his palm.

In addition to those obtained from Bai Shi Zhenren, there were also some from Qi Minghao and the gray-clothed man's relics, almost all for healing and restoring mana, with varying qualities, far inferior to the Wangxi Pill.

Han Li picked up one from them, put it in his mouth, and then slowly closed his eyes again.

However, after a while, his eyes suddenly opened, a look of doubt appeared on his face, and then he picked up another pill and swallowed it.

After another moment, his eyes opened again, his gaze flickering slightly.

The two pills just now entered his stomach, but they were all like clay cows entering the sea, without any sound. He could neither feel the medicinal power nor generate any mana.

Han Li's expression became serious, and he swallowed the pills in his hand one after another.

Soon, only a thumb-sized dark golden pill remained in his palm.

This pill was of a high grade, not much different from the Wangxi Pill. It was probably Qi Minghao's life-saving pill.

Han Li looked at the pill expressionlessly, raised his hand and threw it into his mouth.

This time, he was not disappointed. The medicinal power of this golden pill slowly dissolved as before, turning into a wisp of spiritual power, flowing into his dantian, allowing his mana to slowly increase a little.

Han Li then relaxed.

As long as the pills can work, restoring mana is not difficult. As for other pills not working, it is mostly because the grade is too low and the medicinal power is not strong enough.

At this moment, a somewhat low voice suddenly sounded in his mind:

"Congratulations, Fellow Daoist Han, there is hope for restoring mana."

"It's just wood without roots, water without a source!" Han Li smiled wryly, and replied with his spiritual sense.

"Better than nothing. The more mana Fellow Daoist Han restores, the more hope we have of returning to the Immortal World." Mo Guang said indifferently.

"That's true, but I'm afraid it's not that easy." Han Li replied slowly.

"If pills are like this, what about spirit stones?" Mo Guang asked again.

"If you didn't mention it, Fellow Daoist, I was just about to try it." Han Li smiled and replied.

After saying that, he flipped his hand, and several cyan spirit stones of different sizes appeared in his palm. He held them in both hands, and a hazy cyan light immediately lit up on the spirit stones.

Liu Le'er and Yu Menghan couldn't help but take a few more glances when they saw the cyan light rising from Han Li's side, while Gu Yunyue, who was standing at the bow of the boat, did not react at all.

The cyan spiritual power slowly flowed out from the spirit stones, and after hovering in Han Li's palm for a while, it gradually became blurred and indistinct.

After a moment, the cyan light gradually dissipated and disappeared into the air.

Han Li released the spirit stones in his hand, which had become dull and lusterless, his eyes hesitant, and fell into contemplation.

"What's going on, can't spirit stones be absorbed either?" Mo Guang's voice sounded again in Han Li's mind.

After a moment of silence, Han Li replied: "Perhaps it's the same as with pills, these spirit stones are of too low a grade and the spiritual power they contain is not pure enough to be converted into mana."

"If that's the case, as long as there are a large number of high-grade pills and top-grade spirit stones, then Fellow Daoist's strength will be restored in no time." Mo Guang said after a slight silence.

"It's not that simple. Whether top-grade spirit stones are useful or not will only be known after trying them. Fortunately, my physical body and spiritual consciousness foundation are still stable, even if I can't absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, I can slowly recover on my own." Han Li exhaled a long breath, and said with some depression.

"Fellow Daoist Han is too modest. In my past experience, if Fellow Daoist's physical body and spiritual consciousness can only be considered a stable foundation, then there are few people in the world who can be considered extremely strong. Now that there is a direction, I only hope that Fellow Daoist will recover soon." Mo Guang said leisurely, and then stopped talking.

Han Li sighed. There were no top-grade spirit stones in the storage bags he had picked up earlier, otherwise he would have tried them directly.

He carefully checked the mana in his body again, and found that it was now equivalent to the Yuan Ying stage of ordinary cultivators. If he wanted to continue to improve, he would either have to reabsorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, or directly swallow high-grade pills that restore mana.

Thinking of this, Han Li frowned, and couldn't help but sink his spiritual consciousness into the depths of his dantian, directly looking inside his body.

He saw that his entire dantian seemed to be shrouded in an endless mist, and in the depths of the mist, there was a thin layer of golden light halo, like a yellow lamp in the night.

Han Li's spiritual consciousness projected into it, and he saw a golden little man radiating light, sitting cross-legged in the mist, with the same appearance and demeanor as Han Li, which was his Yuan Ying.

The Yuan Ying's expression was calm, his eyes were slightly closed, and his hands were hanging down at his sides, as if he was sleeping soundly.

His inability to absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth into his body was naturally related to the Yuan Ying's appearance. When he had just woken up, he had scanned it with his spiritual consciousness, but found that his spiritual sense could not enter the Yuan Ying's interior, and he could not wake him up at all.

If it wasn't for a faint connection between his heart and the Yuan Ying's soul, he would have almost thought that his Yuan Ying had become a foreign object.

At this moment, various secret techniques flashed through Han Li's mind, and finally he pinched a magic seal with one hand. The remaining mana in his dantian suddenly stirred up, turning into pale silver runes, and slowly贴贴贴 towards the Yuan Ying's body.

"Puff" "Puff" muffled sounds.

As soon as the silver runes touched the golden little man's skin, they burst into团团团 of silver light and dissipated.

Han Li's face sank, but he was not too surprised. Immediately, he changed the magic formula in his heart, and wisps of milky white light filaments emerged around the golden little man in his dantian, slowly缠绕缠绕缠绕 towards the little man...

Several hours later.

Han Li opened his eyes and took a deep breath before swallowing the mouthful of hot blood on his throat again.

Just now, he had spared no mana to activate the炼神术 (Refining Spirit Art), a secret technique of the Immortal World, and forcibly invaded the Yuan Ying's body with his spiritual consciousness. As a result, a terrifying power vaguely emanated from the Yuan Ying, which suddenly rebounded his spiritual consciousness and reversed his mana, causing him to suffer the backlash of the secret technique.

It was also because his physical body and spiritual consciousness were strong enough. If another person had encountered this, they would have suffered broken meridians at best, and become an idiot under the backlash of spiritual consciousness at worst.

This tossing around had consumed a part of Han Li's mana, and he was about to drop from the previous Yuan Ying mid-stage to the early stage, which made him even more depressed.