At the very moment he was swallowed by the spatial rift, Han Li found the surrounding radiance blinding, making it impossible to look at anything. Simultaneously, as his inner qi drained away, he felt dizzy and physically uncomfortable, his body aching terribly. He was certain that if it weren't for his strong, half-jiao, half-human frame, he would have fainted instantly. Yet shortly thereafter, he sensed a sudden surge of spiritual energy flowing through his body, instantly restoring his inner power. A flash of surprise lit up his mind, and he immediately regained control of his body, stabilizing his form so that he could hover. At the same time, the surrounding radiance flashed several times before fading away, revealing the entire scene around him. Han Li quickly scanned the surroundings, then in a single motion, swiftly vanished several dozen feet away. For the spectral soul of the demon was floating right beside him, almost touching him. This sudden sight startled him greatly, and he hurried to step back. Though he didn't examine the scene in detail, he had no need to. The space here was only a few dozen zhang in size, making everything clearly visible. There was no one else present but him and the spirit of the demon. This made Han Li feel suddenly uneasy. Upon a brief sense of the surroundings, he could immediately perceive that the qi here was remarkably dense—seeming as though various medicinal herbs and plants were grown around, along with a complete stone pavilion and a half-constructed corridor. The walls and the ceiling of the space, however, remained gray and featureless, with nothing else. It appeared as though this were a partially ruined medicinal garden. Han Li was astonished, yet with such a pressing threat looming and his life hanging in the balance, he had no time to focus on studying the details. He coldly observed the demon spirit across from him, whose body shimmered with a steady green glow. With a firm grip of his fists, golden electric arcs surged across his form, while a purple fire orb descended from the heavens, spiraling gracefully above his head. This very orb of Purple Celestial Fire had arrived promptly and magically, following him into this space just moments after the rift consumed him. This gave Han Li a sense of relief—he was no longer completely defenseless. The other spirit soul also took in the surroundings, and expressions of surprise appeared on both faces, though soon they settled into a strange look. "Ha! Ha! Never expected to find a remnant of a Lingmiao Garden here—what a stroke of luck! After all, it's a blessing in disguise, allowing me, the Lord of Magic, to escape unscathed!" The spirit soul burst into loud laughter, then gradually subsided, turning both heads simultaneously to gaze at Han Li with an eerie intensity. Without these two flying swords, not only would the Dageng Sword Array be impossible to establish, but the overall power of the entire sword formation would also significantly diminish. This left Han Li feeling helpless. With the sword array out of the question, he could only rely on the power of the Descending Spirit Talismans and the Divine Evil Thunder to protect himself. Seeing Han Li's intense demeanor, the demonic spirit widened its pale, grim face, stretched and wiggled its long tongue, and grew increasingly fierce. A surge of dark magic erupted, instantly enveloping the entire space beneath the sky and earth. The entire area now swelled with thick waves of dark magic and gusts of cold, eerie winds. Han Li took a deep breath, drawing forth all the remaining Divine Evil Thunder within his body. Instantly, golden light burst from his body, launching hundreds of golden arcs that swiftly coalesced into several golden electric serpents, each as thick as a large bowl, circling around him and gazing proudly upward. "There are still so many Divine Evil Thunder bolts?" the demonic spirit expressed surprise, but then sneered, lifting both hands without further hesitation. Two streams of magical winds surged forth from his hands, intertwining and resonating with the ambient magical aura, instantly transforming into numerous black, varying-thickness tendrils that danced wildly throughout the air. Although the Divine Lightning of the Exorcising Deity could counteract magical energy, when the quantity of such energy became overwhelming, it would inevitably be extinguished again and again. Both Han Li and the Spirit Soul of the Demon were fully aware of this principle. Thus, upon witnessing this development, Han Li's expression grew grave. Most frustrating of all was that, within this enclosed space, the life-preserving Blood Dashing Technique he had relied upon until now now proved utterly useless. With a sharp cry, the Spirit Soul raised all the tendrils simultaneously, launching them directly toward Han Li, like massive black serpents hunting and devouring their prey with fierce determination. Han Li braced himself, and as the golden electric dragon coiled around him roared, he prepared to meet the attack head-on. At the same time, under the prompt of his consciousness, the cluster of Purple Lotus Fire expanded into a vast wall of flame, shielding Han Li's body. As Han Li fought valiantly, preparing to engage the Spirit Soul directly. Suddenly, the entire space trembled without any prior sign, resonating with a powerful hum. The hazy sky instantly flashed with a brilliant white light, then transformed into a silvery hue. Han Li and the magical soul were both startled, pausing their movements mid-action. As the clouds and mist surged violently, they coalesced into vast, swirling sheets of silver-white flame. Then, under Han Li's watch, a tremendous roar echoed—emanating from the flames, a colossal silver light beam surged forth, striking precisely where the magical soul stood. Where the silver light touched, all magical energy dissolved and vanished, and the magical soul was instantly enveloped within. Han Li could clearly see the expressions of terror flickering on the two heads of the soul. Its body was instantly wrapped in the silver-white flame and vanished in an instant. The light beam radiated brilliantly before bursting into splendor, scattering countless silver sparks that danced through the air, sweeping away all nearby magical energy. Where the magical soul had stood, only a few shattered artifacts floated in the air—rings, banners, and other treasures among them. As the magical soul was extinguished, the silver flames hovering above swiftly receded, returning to their originally gray, hazy hue. Only Han Li remained stunned, his face filled with disbelief. "Silver flames! Such a powerful seal—this doesn't seem to be something native to the human realm. That's quite interesting." While Han Li was at a loss, a voice from the Divine Sovereign of Dayan resonated in his mind. "What do you mean by that? What is the significance of this silver flame?" Han Li finally regained his composure, his face glowing with excitement. That such a formidable foe had been effortlessly eliminated by the spatial seal without any need for his own intervention was truly a source of great delight. At that moment, he raised his hand and carefully collected the golden arc of purple flame and all the flying swords. "This spatial seal is clearly of exceptional power—capable of easily extinguishing ancient demons. It is clearly beyond the capabilities of the typical human realm spell arrays. Yet the silver flame carried no ill aura, and it only surged toward the ancient demon. Naturally, such a divine ability belonged exclusively to cultivators from the Spirit Realm. It seems that when the ancient cultivators finally defeated the ancient demon, there was indeed a hidden involvement from the Spirit Realm cultivators! After a moment of silence, the Daxian Sovereign sighed and said, "Your meaning is that the sovereign of this space recognizes cultivators from the Spirit Realm." Hearing this, Han Li was deeply moved. "It should be quite accurate. This place is likely the ruins of the famed Ling Miao Garden from the ancient times. It's said that during the ancient era, certain cultivators of great prowess could use specific artifacts to create small, enclosed spaces with superior spiritual energy—far surpassing the human realm—specifically designed as medicinal gardens to cultivate various spiritual herbs. Of course, such gardens were extremely rare. However, later on, some unforeseen event occurred, and all the Ling Miao Gardens suddenly vanished from historical records, leaving no trace. Subsequent cultivators could no longer find even a single one. It's surprising that there exists such a garden within this Fallen Demon Valley. Yet the LingMiao Garden seemed to have undergone some unforeseen change, now divided into several distinct fragments. This must be one of those smaller sections." The Daxian Immortal King spoke slowly, his tone filled with deep reflection. "LingMiao Garden! I had read of it in ancient texts before, but always thought it merely a legend. I never imagined such a thing actually existed." Han Li murmured softly, his gaze involuntarily scanning the surroundings once more. However, after a moment, his attention turned to the several magical artifacts left behind by the spirits of magic. His eyes brightened as he pointed at the floating objects, and instantly, all the items transformed into glowing orbs, shooting into his hands. He quickly glanced over them, then furrowed his brows, his face expressing a touch of regret. These artifacts had first suffered from the corruption of magical impurities, and then been scorched by the silvery flames—now their inner essence was severely damaged. Even if they could eventually be refined and utilized, they would only exert a fraction of their original power—now truly becoming mere afterthoughts. Han Li shook his head and casually placed these items into his storage bag. Then, a flash of blood-colored light rippled over his body as he dissolved the Spirit-Calling Technique. A blood-red seal flew out from within him and was caught by a hand. After a careful inspection, he murmured, "It seems we'll only be able to use this Spirit-Calling Seal once more. The number of times this seal has been used is truly quite limited." He gently folded the seal and then drifted down. As his feet touched the ground, his sleeve trembled slightly, and a snowy white fox shot out from within it. A moment later, a graceful, elegant young woman emerged, glowing with a soft white light—none other than Yin Yue. "I had expected the Master to summon me to assist during the great battle just now," Yin Yue said, bowing gracefully to Han Li, "but it seems I've only been called upon now." "You're still too weak in your fox-body cultivation to warrant summoning you out here. However, you're skilled in teleportation—check whether there are any hidden mechanisms or seals in this area. Let's explore together." Han Li spoke calmly. "Understood!" Yin Yue nodded immediately, her form shimmering with silver light as she vanished from her spot and disappeared into the ground.