"Since I am you, and now that I have developed independent awareness, why should I still obey you? Moreover, in the Sacred Realm, it is no uncommon occurrence for a fragmented soul to be absorbed and consumed by its host. You allowed me to become independent back then—you should have anticipated this very situation." The ancient demon, in human form, spoke with an unusually calm demeanor. "Indeed, I had some expectations. Yet I did not anticipate that, once you broke free from my control, human cultivators would act swiftly to seize and occupy my sealed body. To even lift the seal, you went so far as to perform the transformation of disintegration and reformation—reconstructing your physical form. Did you not know that while this action successfully breaks the seal, it severely damages my body, depleting at least one-third of my cultivation merit? Do you not understand what this means?" The two faces on the demon's dual heads grew cold, their expressions sharp with intensity. "Hmph! What's your body? I was originally a part of your spiritual essence—what makes it so difficult for me to inhabit this very form?" Moreover, even if my physical form loses one-third of my cultivation, as long as my main essence consumes you and I successfully evade those timid, cowardly beings in the human realm, this world will still be mine to roam and dominate at will. At that point, I will reopen the ancient passage connecting the Sacred Realm to the human realm—thus rendering a great service to all the Sacred Ancestors. Perhaps I will even be honored as one of the Sacred Ancestors myself. What then, is the loss of a little cultivation? The Magus Prime, Gu Mo, sneered, speaking with utter disdain. The dual-headed, four-armed magical spirit, hearing this, realized that the situation had now become irreversible—no further words could make a difference. Since the second spiritual body began to rebel during cultivation, only one of the two could remain autonomous; the other would inevitably lose its consciousness and be erased. Had it not been for being forced into this situation, the primary spirit could never have escaped the seal, and would never have risked sending off its offshoot. Now, though he has managed to free himself from the seal, his offshoot has indeed failed. However, although the other party had seized its magical body, its cultivation was no mere temporary magical form it had assumed. Back then, it had been the primary true spirit, and thus had naturally placed certain restrictions on the dispatched fragment spirits. Though it wasn't clear how many of those restrictions the other party had already broken, when the battle truly began, it was far from certain who would ultimately prevail. Thinking this over, the magical spirit suddenly turned its head sharply, glanced around at the gathering cultivators, and coldly stated: "Who consumes whom between us—we'll decide later. First, we'll consume these cultivators' true essences to replenish ourselves, then seek out a secluded place to settle our final dispute over supremacy. I certainly don't want these human cultivators to enjoy the dream of being the lucky beneficiaries. Do you have any objections?" "Of course not. My residual restrictions within my body have already been largely dissolved. Even if you don't intervene, I can eliminate them all by myself." The ancient magical being, in human form, spoke calmly. Then, a vivid, vibrant purple-red aura suddenly surged and flashed intensely, causing both of its eyes to fully open. "Hehe, don't go overboard with your big words. Some of these cultivators are quite troublesome," the Maha-Mind sneered, casting an unconscious glance toward Han Li. As the ancient two-headed, four-armed demon opened his mouth, his long purple tongue extended and retracted, yet his face remained unconvinced. When the other cultivators first saw the appearance of the dual-headed, four-armed ancient demon, they were all startled. But after hearing the two demons' candid conversation, they grew utterly stunned. From their words, it seemed that the two had once shared a close relationship—originally as the primary and secondary immortal spirits. Now, with the secondary spirit gaining autonomy and taking over the host body, the two had become as opposed as water and fire. Lún Lóu, the elder sage, and the silver-haired elder, and others, had been secretly delighted, believing that the two demons would first engage in a fierce struggle, giving them the opportunity to maneuver through the chaos. Yet, to their surprise, the two demons suddenly decided to unite and launch a joint attack against them—leaving everyone visibly alarmed. "Friend Wei, could you kindly hold off the opposing cultivators for a moment? Let Friends Ling Fu "I'll take care of the other monster along with a few others first. For now, we can only focus on survival," Han Li thought quickly and calmly said to Wei Wuyi. "I'll do my best, but the seals within the opponent have been partially released. I'm not sure how long I can hold on with injuries." Upon hearing this, Wei Wuyi was momentarily stunned, then smiled wistfully, understanding Han Li's hesitation. With more cultivators arriving along the way, the longer they delayed, the better. Ling Fu the Elder and the white-robed woman, upon hearing Han Li's clear and commanding instructions, showed no resistance. After all, in the cultivation world, strength always matters. Han Li's level of cultivation far surpassed theirs, and his proposed strategies were sound—there was no reason for them to object. Yet the two monsters in the sky had no time to consult with the human cultivators. As soon as Han Li finished speaking and had not yet coordinated with the silver-haired elder and others, the two monster figures immediately launched their attacks. The ancient mage, in human form, spun swiftly, and as his body shimmered with magical radiance, the sky instantly darkened. A surge of deep black and purple magic rapidly expanded outward, spreading wildly in all directions, instantly dyeing the surrounding heavens into an eerie hue. The magical aura hovering above him did not attempt to evade this luminous veil; instead, as his two heads displayed an odd expression, his form flickered and vanished completely within the light. The white-clad woman drew forth the purple-lit jade mirror, projecting a remarkably thick column of five-colored light that instantly pierced the shimmering light barrier, then swiftly flew through without hesitation. As for Ling Fu, the elder master, his original circular ancient relic had vanished; he first used his jade如意 to shield himself, then released a small green seal that expanded into a swirling mass of green mist and struck the color-lit barrier with great force—its momentum was indeed impressive. In their minds, even though Wei Wuyi had sustained serious injuries, as a grand cultivator who had dominated the southern lands for several centuries, he was naturally more reliable than staying close to Han Li. After all, that magical spirit's ability to remain invisible was truly extraordinary—neither of them could be certain of detecting it. Thus, it was safer to remain under Wei Wuyi's toxic mist protection while confronting the other magical creature. The two swiftly entered the green mist. Wei had already opened the passage, allowing them to enter unharmed. Han Li no longer had the time or interest to attend to Ling Fu and his companions, merely glancing at the group of elders with the surname Cheng. Yet, upon seeing the result, he was momentarily taken aback To their surprise, the three figures there were suddenly enveloped by the black-purple magical veil without any warning. Yet, given their advanced age and status as Yuan-Infusion cultivators, they naturally possessed their own well-honed strategies for combat. Immediately, the three gathered together with the two others, forming a wisteria-shaped defensive formation with their backs to one another. Each then drew forth their personal defensive artifacts, which emitted vibrant, shimmering spiritual radiance, instantly establishing a thick, layered shield of no less than five or six layers. Even the two evil ghost puppets simultaneously opened their mouths and expelled dense, gray-white negative energies, completely submerging the five figures within this enveloping mist. At the same time, a voice from the silver-haired elder reached Han Li's ears: "Han brother, this creature appears remarkably formidable. It would be wiser to gather together and consolidate." Hearing this, Han Li smiled faintly. It seemed these three had indeed managed to reach this location without any prior map or guide—clearly possessing their own unique methods. He no longer needed to worry too much about his "Cheng elder brother." Yet although this approach appeared safer, it tightly constrained him. Seamless coordination required several people acting in unison—something he wasn't particularly skilled at. He preferred to act alone. With this thought in mind, the magical veil reached his head. Frowning slightly, Han Li flickered a shimmer of green light, forming a translucent, misty glow that enveloped him. Then he raised both hands, and with his fingers repeatedly tapping the light, launched a series of long, sword-like streams of green energy—each stretching over ten zhang—radiating out in all directions. These streams effortlessly tore the dark purple veil into fragments. Upon seeing this, Han Li was momentarily stunned. But soon, surveying the surroundings, he sighed in resignation and lowered his arms. Though the veil above his head had been dispersed, patches of dark purple magical light now flashed around him. He found himself completely surrounded by the ancient dragon-mage’s magical aura. At this moment, the magical veil spanned at least ten li in diameter—its scale and might truly astonishing. Han Li's movements slowed slightly. After the celestial magic veil flashed once, it settled back into its original state and descended once more. This time, besides brushing his sleeve to deploy the blue-light shield and adding a protective layer for himself, Han Li did not make any unnecessary gestures. Instantly, he was engulfed by the dark purple light veil. His eyes flickered several times, as though nothing had happened—yet Han Li furrowed his brows. He simply wouldn't believe that the ancient demon had summoned such an expansive veil only to waste it. Only after paying close attention did he finally notice something amiss, his expression darkening immediately. Though his body showed no unusual symptoms, both layers of protective shields he had summoned exhibited a subtle depletion of magical energy. Though the loss was slight, its continuous nature made the energy drain significant. The dark purple veils seemed capable of directly absorbing the magicians' magical power. Overcome with surprise and anger, Han Li paused to think, then clenched his fists. A few thunderous sounds followed. Two thick golden arcs suddenly materialized in his hands and then shot forth with a flash of lightning, swiftly plunging into the two layers of shields before exploding. A series of sharp crackling sounds erupted as countless fine electric arcs leapt and danced across the surfaces of the azure and green shields. The approaching magical lights instantly recoiled, pushed back several inches in fear. The strange phenomenon of fading magical power ceased abruptly. Han Li finally exhaled a deep breath, and with a mere mental gesture, Tianjue Magus and the array of puppets stepped forward, gathering him firmly in the center. The dozen giant turtles immediately felt a surge of cold emanating from their backs, and one by one, large, translucent ice spears rapidly coalesced into shape.