Han Li now looked tense, his eyes fixed intently on the other’s every movement, his hands tightly gripping the red-and-yellow wolf-headed jade scepter. At the same time, a flash of silver light emerged behind him. "The Eight Gates Golden Light Mirror! How could the other possess such a celestial artifact!" A wry smile tugged at Han Li’s lips. As soon as he recalled the origin of this item, his first thought was clear—he absolutely could not attempt to absorb it directly. To face such a legendary treasure head-on was sheer folly, unless he had lost his mind. This "Eight Gates Golden Light Mirror" had once been the ultimate artifact that had extinguished an entire generation of the Star Palace’s masters. It had accompanied a cultivator of profound mastery, reigning supreme over the entire Luanxing Sea for several centuries. That cultivator, single-handedly defeating the entire Star Palace’s forces without ever being outmatched, had truly been the first great cultivator of the Sea at the time. His fame rested primarily on the unparalleled cultivation level of the "Heavenly Mirror Master," who stood unmatched throughout the entire Star Sea. Yet, the power of his primary artifact, the "Eight Gates of Golden Light," was well known to all passersby. At the time, it was even hailed as the foremost offensive artifact in the Star Sea. Countless cultivators had perished beneath its mirror's gaze, including no fewer than five or six Yuan婴-stage practitioners. This clearly demonstrated the sheer magnitude of its power. Of course, the eight mirrors currently wielded by Wen Tianren were not the original artifacts from the "Heavenly Mirror Master," but rather meticulously crafted reproductions. For, with Wen Tianren's level of cultivation, it would have been impossible for him to master such an artifact of boundless might—merely drawing it into his body would likely have ruptured his physical form. If it were the genuine original, Han Li would have immediately fled without hesitation, utterly lacking any intention to resist. Yet, even in the face of this significantly diminished replica, Han Li showed not the slightest willingness to absorb its full force. After all, the reputation of being the Star Sea's premier offensive artifact was simply too formidable to ignore. If all else failed, he would simply rely on the speed of Fenglei Fei to deflect the current attack. Though his heart was racing, he still had confidence in the lightning-based speed of Fenglei Fei, so he remained composed and calm. At this moment, the golden light from Wen Tianren, after reflecting off the final golden mirror, had coalesced into a solid, spherical glow about the size of a human head, hovering just above his chest. The glow pulsed continuously, fluctuating in size and intensity, as though it might burst at any moment. Without hesitation, Wen Tianren extended a hand toward the light sphere, and with a soft "whoosh," it swiftly flew into his palm. Holding the sphere in one hand, he glanced at Han Li across the way. As his eyes settled on the silver wings behind Han Li, a brief, subtle expression of surprise flickered across his face before vanishing. Meanwhile, the purple-lotus immortal maiden standing behind them observed Wen Tianren's golden horns on his brow and then turned to look at Han Li's silver wings, feeling a dryness in her mouth and expressing a mixture of curiosity and complexity on her face. The fierce clash between these two truly left her in awe—far beyond the level of ordinary cultivators. With both parties now deploying their ultimate moves, it was clear that the outcome would be a matter of life and death. Under this intense atmosphere, the young woman held her breath, silently watching without a word. As for which of the two she truly hoped would prevail—only she herself knew! At the outermost layer, dozens of swordlight beams conjured through the technique of dividing light into sword-shapes instantly dissolved upon first contact with these luminous columns. Even the physical bodies of the Qingzhu Fengyun swords, which flashed with a surge of jade-like light when struck by the golden radiance, were unable to withstand the impact and were knocked backward with no resistance whatsoever. The Five-Element Great Rings, though briefly halted as their霞glow flashed once, soon emitted a plaintive cry, with vibrant hues flashing wildly—gradually fracturing and collapsing before Han Li's eyes, crumbling into countless powders. Han Li, however, sighed lightly. As the thunder roared behind him, he merely flicked his wind-and-thunder wings, and then vanished from his original spot—eight beams of light piercing straight through where he had stood. At the next instant, Han Li suddenly appeared on a lofty height some dozens of zhang away. Thunder rumbled again, and he vanished once more. As the golden light entered one of the eight faces, the other eight emitted a low hum simultaneously, followed by an overwhelming surge of golden light erupting from the mirror and sweeping down in all directions. At a distance of over ten zhang behind Wench Tianren, Han Li's figure appeared, instantly enveloped by the golden light, which tightly sealed him within. Han Li's face paled in alarm, and he quickly summoned his Fenglei Wings behind him. Yet within the golden light, his form seemed to have frozen—completely immobile. Without hesitation, Han Li raised both hands and launched two flying swords at random, slashing and hacking furiously at the surrounding golden light. The light remained untouched. Han Li's expression grew serious. He then opened his mouth again, expelling a thick golden arc as wide as a human finger. The surrounding golden light flickered slightly, yet remained undisturbed. At this point, the golden light intertwined with the protective red and yellow light shields, causing the latter to tremble and sway, as though they were being gradually pierced and infiltrated by the golden radiance. Han Li, his face turning pale, suddenly waved his如意 with a surge of spiritual energy. The protective aura, originally yellowish-red, burst into brilliant light, and its hue gradually shifted—within a moment, it transformed into a shimmering silver glow. At that instant, the golden light could no longer advance an inch. Wen Tianren, seeing this, did not display any surprise; instead, a fierce expression flashed across his face. He pressed his palms together, forming a series of hand seals, and the eight small mirrors suddenly surged upward toward Han Li’s head, radiating golden light and forming eight blazing golden flames atop Han Li’s head. Wen Tianren’s expression now became solemn, continuously forming intricate hand seals with both hands, while a low, resonant incantation flowed from his mouth. Then, he opened his mouth and spurted several clots of vital blood in succession. With each spurt, his complexion grew paler. By the time all eight clots of blood had been infused into the golden flames, his face was utterly pale—no trace of color remained. Yet the eight golden flames instantly erupted into a towering blaze, their power amplified dramatically. "To die beneath the legendary Golden Flame of the Divine Light—well, that's no small feat. With your current magical prowess, to survive even a moment or two within that flame is already a remarkable achievement." Wen Tianren coldly glanced at Han Li through the golden shield, his voice solemn. Without further hesitation, he pointed upward. Instantly, the eight golden flames hovering above Han Li's head began to descend one after another. Han Li was swiftly engulfed by the surging golden flames. Wen Tianren shifted slightly, transforming into a streak of golden light and swiftly arriving atop the flames, where he settled into a meditative posture. Then, he formed an unusual hand seal, and a delicate golden thread, barely perceptible, radiated from the corners of his brows, piercing directly into the golden flames below, linking with the golden glow surrounding Han Li. He then slowly closed his eyes. Now, Han Li, immersed in the flames, had regained his composure, his gaze fixed upon the golden light encircling him and the golden flames surrounding it, his expression grave and serious. Once the golden flame appeared, the spiritual energy surrounding him surged out at a rate six to seven times faster than before, pouring forth violently from his body. Otherwise, the silvery light shield would have immediately become unstable and collapsed. It seemed that the opponent intended to drain his spiritual energy completely through this golden flame, then gradually transform him into ash. Had it not been for the secret technique he had developed during his overseas sojourn—the enhanced protective shield based on the wolf-headed如意—his life would have been in imminent danger within moments. The power of this golden divine flame, though not as strong as the Qi-blue ice flame nor comparable to the War-Devil Holy Fire, was undoubtedly on par with or even surpassing the extremely cold Heavenly Du Shī Fire. In his mind, Han Li silently assessed the strength of this golden flame.