In the alchemy room of the cave house.

Han Li opened the cap of the Palm Heaven Bottle and placed it in the open space next to the Dan Furnace, then took a few steps back and raised his hand to strike a spell that activated the magic circle under the furnace, causing the flames in the Dan Furnace to tumble.

After a long while, after taking a deep breath, he stretched out a white finger and gently hooked it in the direction of the Dan furnace.

With a "whew", a crimson flame immediately flew out from the bottom of the furnace, and after dripping and turning in midair, it turned into a slender line of fire like a small snake, and then under its control, all of them shot into the dark green vial on the side.

I saw a flash of red light in the vial, and then the jasper-like wall of the bottle was reflected incomparably transparently, revealing a little dark red in the leaf-like pattern, and flashing like life.

Han Li's eyes narrowed slightly, and he stood still for a long time without moving.

A moment later, the red light in the bottle suddenly flickered and disappeared.

The dark green vial was back to normal again, as if nothing had happened.

But Han Li's gaze froze, staring at the vial without blinking, as if waiting for something.

Time passed little by little, and after about a quarter of an hour, he once again raised his hand and drew a slightly larger flame from the Dan furnace, causing it to sink into the vial.

As before, the bottle flickered again with a red light, and then fell silent again.

Only this time, the flickering time seems to be a little longer than before.

Seeing this, Han Li had a look of deep groaning on his face.

Over the next few years, he continued to introduce the fire into the vial, and the intervals became shorter and shorter.

As expected, the vial's red light flashed for longer and longer.

I don't know how long it took, when Han Li once again introduced a ball of Dan Furnace Fire into the vial, causing it to flicker with red light, this time it lasted for a full quarter of an hour, and there was no intention of stopping.

Han Li's eyes lit up slightly.

At this moment, as a crisp chirp sounded from the bottle, a silver glow began to glow inside the bottle, and all the red light was devoured at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The next moment, with a "whoosh", a dazzling silver light shot out from the mouth of the bottle and rushed straight to the top of the secret room.

There was a muffled "bang".

The silver light hit the roof of the room and fell down a few points, and the silver light emitted from it suddenly filled the entire alchemy room, reflecting the whole room.

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

The silver light spun around a few times in midair, then contracted and deformed, and then transformed into a small silver firebird, spread its wings, and swooped straight down towards him.

Han Li raised the palm of one hand, and the silver firebird deftly stopped half a foot away from his palm, and then spread its wings and circled and flew around his erected index finger, and the mouth continued to let out a cheerful and clear sound, as if it was very happy.

This firebird is nothing else, it is the Essence Flame Firebird transformed after the Flame of Essence gave birth to a trace of spirituality!

I think that at the beginning, when he was in the human world, he cultivated the Violet Pole Fire with the cold air sprayed by the Dry Blue Ice Flame and the Six-Winged Frost Pede, and then integrated the Violet Pole Fire into the Taiyin True Fire, and later after coming to the Spirit Realm, he devoured a large number of other flames through the Taiyin True Fire, and finally formed this wisp of Essence Flame Fire.

This fire is not only inherently capable of devouring all kinds of spiritual flames, but also has an extremely significant restraining effect on fire-attribute spirit beasts, but it is one of his important aids in the spiritual realm back then.

After Han Li sighed lightly, he put away his tumbling thoughts, raised his arm slightly, and suddenly the Firebird's rather well-behaved wings retracted and landed in his palm.

I don't know why, since he woke up, he has not been able to sense this fire, originally thought that it had been lost for some reason, but he did not expect that instead of being lost, he has been sleeping in his palm bottle.

In the secret room just now, he also suddenly had a trace of this fire in his divine consciousness, so he immediately rushed to the alchemy room with the furnace fire as a guide, but he didn't expect it to succeed in one fell swoop.

He looked at the silver firebird that was constantly jumping in his palm, and his face looked a little cloudy under the silver light.

The bird was now less than three inches tall, and its firepower seemed a little empty, ten times worse than its original power.

This made the anger that he had been suppressing in his heart and had nowhere to remove, and it only increased a little.

Needless to say, the way this bird looks now is absolutely inseparable from its loss of cultivation memory.

Han Li secretly swore in his heart that no matter who had brought him to this point, he would get it back.

After a while, he gathered his thoughts, his face gradually calmed down, and as soon as the blue glow on his sleeve robe rolled up, he took the silver firebird into his body and disappeared without a trace.

I'm afraid that this bird will have to be cultivated well in the body before it can regain some vitality.

After about a stick of incense, Han Li left the cave once again and came to a corner northwest of Lingtian.

He released his divine sense to sweep around, and after confirming that there was nothing unusual, he raised his hand with one hand, waved his wrist several times in succession, and a small pennant flew out one after another, forming a small circle area on the field.

Then he whispered a spell in his mouth, and with a pinch of the trick with one hand, a faint purple light suddenly flashed on the circle of small pennants, forming a blurred light curtain between them, enveloping the inner area.

After doing all this, he stepped into the area, and the purple light on the light curtain disappeared, completely blending into the night and disappearing.

At this moment, if an outsider passes by near the cave, as long as the cultivation has not reached the stage of incarnation, they will not be able to notice anything strange here, and if it is a monk above the stage of incarnation, they will be discovered by it as soon as possible and respond in time.

Within the light curtain, with a wave of Han Li's palm, more than twenty exquisite wooden boxes appeared out of thin air, levitating in front of him.

As soon as he lifted it, the lids of those wooden boxes opened one after another, revealing bursts of medicinal fragrance from them.

I saw dozens of white elixirs with full roots and intact appearance, floating out of the medicine box one by one, falling towards the ground, and taking root on the ground.

These elixirs, which are somewhat similar in appearance to ordinary ginseng, are the hundred-year-old cloud crane grass.

During the day in the past few days, he has made several trips to the Tongyi Valley, and almost all the grass circulating in the valley has been purchased.

And in order not to attract the attention of others, he also deliberately hid his cultivation and changed his appearance.

Han Li glanced at the white spirit grass on the ground before taking out the dark green vial from his bosom again.

He took a deep breath, opened the cap and shook it slightly, then tilted the bottle and poured it down at the crane grass below.

The drop of green liquid slowly slid down the mouth of the bottle and sprinkled on the elixir.

Watching the green liquid slowly seep into the roots of the spirit grass, the corners of Han Li's mouth curled slightly, revealing a hint of a smile, and then turned around and walked out of the light curtain.