Han Li, holding the如意, felt both delighted and deeply relieved. As the confrontation between Jiu Yin Wan Tianming and the others reached its peak, the spirit emitted a low hum, its two heads simultaneously twisted inward and then rolled over, transforming into a massive silver-furred wolf with a single horn. Without hesitation, the wolf lowered its head, and a brilliant silver beam surged forth from the silver horn—though the beam was only half a foot in size, it immediately emitted a sharp, piercing sound upon leaving the horn's tip. It flashed swiftly, creating a large hole on the black serpent's body, before bursting upon striking the green net. The nature of this silver beam remained unknown; upon touching the green net, the net instantly changed color and within moments transformed into a haze of gray and white, vanishing completely. Wu Chou and Xuan Gu saw this and were both startled. Wu Chou quickly pressed a series of hand seals, then pointed with one hand, launching a beam of black light that struck the black serpent just as it began to disintegrate. The large wound shimmered and gradually healed, and the serpent's form once again stabilized. As for Xuan Gu, after a moment of surprise, he fixed his gaze firmly on the silver giant wolf, as though he had suddenly recalled something. But after a brief hesitation, he spoke seriously, exhaling a small green blade. This blade was only a few inches long, short and handleless, with a shimmering edge that fluctuated in intensity—clearly no ordinary item. Han was momentarily struck by this, and glanced at the artifact several times more intently. If he hadn't misjudged, the blade was clearly the golden thunder bamboo arrow transformed into it, its true form concealed by a spell. Had Xuan Gu gone mad? The extreme yin energy was supposed to be present in the heavens—yet he dared to use this artifact right before his eyes. Back then, it was precisely this very artifact that Xuan Gu had used to secretly defeat him! Though the spell casting was indeed skillful, if it weren't for Han's own boundless life essence artifact, also made of golden thunder bamboo, he might never have noticed the difference. Still, the move was rather daring. Could it be that the silver wolf held some hidden peculiarity, compelling the old demon to take such a bold risk? In that very moment, the silver giant wolf within the light shield suddenly shrunk dramatically, transforming in an instant into a miniature wolf only a few inches tall. With a flash of silver light, it vanished swiftly from the half-closed opening in the shield, escaping the coils of the black serpent. Xuan Gu immediately threw his small knife forward, delivering a direct green glow strike. Upon impact, both the silver wolf and the knife were hurled backward. To everyone's surprise, the silver wolf proved astonishingly resilient, emerging unharmed. Curiously, as it reversed its flight path, the wolf's trajectory precisely swept toward Han Li standing to the side. Seizing this fortunate opportunity, Han Li instantly set aside all hesitation, and without a moment's thought, cast his floral basket directly upon the wolf. At the same time, to ensure the precious artifact would not be insufficient to hold the wolf, Han Li pressed his right hand against his storage pouch, launching five copper rings in a continuous chain from within. A surge of clear qi washed over it, and after five flashes of rainbow light, the bronze rings vanished instantly. Almost at the same moment, a clear, resonant chime suddenly rang out. The silver wolf, having just halted its movement and before it could take flight, found the bronze rings reappearing on its limbs and head—where they had just disappeared. After a few glimmers, they tightened simultaneously. The silver wolf then plummeted straight down from the sky, like a bird struck by an arrow. The ancient relic in the form of a floral basket, which had already flown over to reach it, instantly enveloped the falling wolf and, with a gust of wind, returned to Han Li’s hands, transforming back into a floral basket. Witnessing this, Xuan Gu, who had just drawn back his green knife, and Wu Chou, who was about to unfold a black silk handkerchief, both froze in astonishment, their faces filled with disbelief. But upon realizing what had happened, Wu Chou quickly adopted a look of growing agitation. This was truly extraordinary! He had always assumed that retrieving an unclaimed treasure item would be nothing short of a simple matter, especially with Xuan Yin’s prowess. To his surprise, first Pyongu stepped forward to claim the treasure, and then, upon realizing how difficult it was to secure it, just as he had managed to free himself and retrieve another precious item, the silver wolf was so easily taken by Han Li. This left Wu Chou not only embarrassed but also furious and agitated! After a brief moment of astonishment, Pyongu displayed a somewhat unusual expression. Though he immediately composed himself and appeared unconcerned, Han Li sensed a subtle trace of annoyance in his eyes. Moreover, the old demon kept glancing at the copper rings on the silver wolf’s body, as though still puzzled. Han Li didn’t have time to carefully analyze Pyongu’s odd behavior; upon the flower basket returning, he eagerly turned to gaze inside. It seemed that the copper rings were precisely the silver wolf’s weakness, locking it firmly in place and rendering it completely immobile. The white vapor swirling in the basket enveloped the wolf entirely, leaving only a small, delicate wolf's head visible—poor and forlorn. Han Li smiled gently, without hesitation, lightly massaging the wolf's head with his palm. But then a shimmer of green light appeared on his hand, and he gently enclosed the silver wolf within it. A moment later, the form of the silver wolf gradually faded, eventually transforming into a translucent silhouette—revealing a jade如意. As Han Li held the jade如意 in his hands, delightedly admiring it, the Confucian-dressed elder and Ji Yin, who had both failed in their quest to claim the treasure, were astonished by this sight. Master Ji Yin furrowed his brows slightly, but now facing the formidable opponent Wan Tianming, he could not spare much attention to this development. Moreover, the treasure appearing in Han Li's hands seemed perfectly acceptable. After all, such a magically sentient, shape-shifting ancient artifact was surely no small achievement for a young disciple. He would naturally ensure Han Li returned it to him later. With this plan settled, Master Ji Yin turned his gaze firmly upon Wan Tianming. The Tian Luo Lei Zhu is indeed a rare kind of artifact capable of directly injuring a cultivator's true essence. He had to remain fully alert to meet the other's demands! Unfortunately, at this moment, they were unable to launch any significant attacks—the high platform within the protective dome began to tremble again. This time, the tremor was far more intense and astonishing, as if the very ground beneath were about to collapse. At the same time, a brilliant blue flame finally emerged from the mouth of the rift. Though only a small portion at first, the moment it appeared, it radiated outwards from the opening, blossoming into a magnificent, vibrant blue floral display that swiftly expanded to cover the entire high platform. Then, a series of sharp crackling sounds rose, and a layer of eerie, shimmering blue ice rapidly thickened and spread across the ground. Han Li was startled and instinctively took flight into the air. Xuan Gu's movements were equally swift, rising almost simultaneously with Han Li. Only Wu Chou hesitated slightly, but in that brief moment of hesitation, the blue ice surged up from his feet and swiftly sealed him from head to toe. Nothing in the swirling Xuan Yin magical aura encircling his body could withstand it for even a moment. Now Chou was terrified beyond measure and immediately tried to rise into the air. Yet his feet were firmly frozen to the stone platform, leaving him unable to move even an inch away from the ice. Chou cried out in sheer panic, watching as the blue ice spread rapidly up his calves, then his thighs—by the time it reached his legs, the scene had become utterly astonishing. Seeing this, Han Li and Xuan Gu from the heavens exchanged a glance, both clearly stunned by the sight. As it seemed that Chou would be completely turned into an ice statue, a slender streak of black light descended from the sky, flashing briefly and striking him. At once, a surge of black flame erupted, melting the blue ice and sending up plumes of blue vapor. Chou was overjoyed, freed from the ice, and immediately took off into the sky, his face alight with the look of someone who had just escaped a near-death experience. At that moment, a cold snort and a slightly impatient voice reached them. "Be careful," said the Jade-Yin Master, who had just intervened from the heavens, using the Heavenly Capital Corpse Fire to save Uchu's life. "Next time, I might not even have the chance to save you." It was precisely the Jade-Yin Master who had stepped in with his celestial power to rescue Uchu. Now, the senior cultivators from both the Zheng and Mo factions were all intently focused on the blue flame at the entrance of the cave, each displaying a different expression—some excited, others tense, and others simply greedy. The Jade-Yin Master had seemed to have merely cast a casual spell to save Uchu, and when speaking, he hadn't even turned his head, merely adding a slight movement to his lips, his eyes blazing with passionate intensity. The legendary first treasure of the Luanxing Sea—Xitian Ding—long passed down through generations—was finally about to emerge before the very eyes of several Yuan-Ying cultivators from both Zheng and Mo factions. Even for the usually composed and emotionally reserved Jade-Yin Master, known for his calm demeanor, this moment had drawn his complete attention. It was The Blood Jade Spiders and the pair of Flame Serpents were now utterly exhausted, their bodies trembling slightly, leaving even the ancient monsters in the sky on edge. Yet no one could intervene or offer assistance to these three immortal beasts. For the entrance had transformed entirely into a realm of blue light—only the red glow emanating from the three immortal creatures could repel the cold radiance. Even the ancient monsters themselves dared not venture lower. Han Li and his companions had already retreated some twenty to thirty paces from the entrance, watching from a distance.