A loud crackling sound erupted, and instantly, countless fine holes resembling a honeycomb appeared on the surface, densely packed, leaving the structure riddled with damage and seemingly on the verge of collapse. Yet, Han Li remained silent, raising his hand and casting a spell toward the front. The icy wall shimmered with a steady purple glow, radiating an impressive chill. Not only did the damaged areas swiftly recover to their original state, but also, the previously aggressive silver filaments were instantly coated with a thick layer of purple ice, freezing them solid and rendering them motionless. Moreover, the cold energy rapidly transformed into vibrant purple ice flames, swiftly spreading along the silver filaments toward the silk-like artifact, advancing like countless slender purple serpents fiercely attacking. The lady in silver robes frowned. "What kind of technique is this? It's truly remarkable!" The woman was somewhat surprised, yet her hands moved with unwavering speed. With two fingers pressing a series of gestures, she gently touched the silk cloth floating before her with her jade fingers, upon which the image of the silver silkworm was clearly depicted. Then, opening her mouth, a surge of vibrant white flame erupted, flowing along the silver filaments and instantly transforming into countless serpentine flames that surged directly toward the purple flame. The silver-robed woman raised her jade hand, and an octagonal iron plaque appeared between her fingers. She tossed it into the sky, where it instantly transformed into a vast Ba-Gua diagram, surging with blazing crimson flames that surged toward Han Li. After a thunderous roar, Han Li materialized at the edge of the misty sea, his face expressing surprise. The white fog was peculiar—his spiritual awareness could not penetrate it, and thus he could not pin down the opponent's location. Yet he didn't have time to play hide-and-seek with these two. Han Li's expression grew cold. With a wave of his hand, a purple ancient mirror floated before him on his chest. He raised both hands, channeling his full spiritual energy into the mirror. A shimmering cascade of purple light then erupted from the mirror's surface, swiftly piercing into the mist and vanishing almost instantly. Where the purple light passed, the white fog surged and rolled, and within moments, half of it had been scattered into fragments, leaving little room for the opponent to hide. Yet at that very moment, a surge of emerald flame erupted from within the mist, successfully countering the purple beam. Han Li quickly turned to observe, and only then did he catch sight of the Tianlan beast alone, concealed deep within the mist, spewing out large volumes of green, ethereal fire. Remarkably, the silver-robed woman had vanished completely. This discovery left Han Li both astonished and delighted. He had originally hoped to find a way to separate this young lady from the sacred beast; now, the young lady had willingly abandoned the beast—an opportunity truly rare and invaluable. Though he did not yet know where the celestial daughter of Tianlan was hidden or what tactics she might employ, he had no intention of missing this chance. With no hesitation, Han Li sent his divine awareness soaring, and the colossal sword, already concealed among the high clouds, erupted in a thunderous cry. A brilliant flash of lightning cut through the mist, swiftly descending and striking the celestial beast with astonishing speed—within a breath, it reached the beast’s head. The sword glowed with vibrant purple flames and golden arcs, resonating with a continuous roar. The celestial beast had barely time to react before being cleaved in two from head to tail. Han Li was initially elated, but then his expression turned grave. The beast’s body had transformed into a series of wisps of white mist, vanishing entirely. It appeared that the creature had been a phantom, conjured through the art of illusion. Yet, in the moment of urgency, he failed to distinguish clearly and was truly deceived. "Unfortunate!" Han Li muttered under his breath, no longer pausing to search through the mist for the true form of the Tianlan beast, and immediately prepared to draw back and shoot off. But suddenly, a broad expanse of shimmering, jade-green light poured down from above, instantly freezing his form and making his movements stiff and sluggish. At the same time, a pleasant incantation echoed through the air. Startled, he quickly raised his head. What's going on? Are there indeed two Xutian Ding in the world? Han Li was still bewildered, struggling to grasp the mystery, when the small ding hovering above his head suddenly surged with vibrant light, rapidly expanding until it had grown into a massive鼎 with a diameter of three to four zhang. At the same time, the silver-robed woman's spell accelerated the process, causing the opening of the ding to blaze brilliantly, streams of shimmering green sand continuously spiraling out from within, forming vast clouds of sand that surged directly toward Han Li. Seeing this, Han Li didn't hesitate—he merely flicked his back wings, instantly transforming into a streak of electric arcs to escape the radiant glow. Yet at that very moment, deep within the white mist, a series of rumbling, thunderous growls echoed, though not loud, yet a powerful, invisible wave swept over Han Li's body. The silver light on his back wings flickered several times, and then the electric arcs vanished silently, the Lightning Evasion technique momentarily failing. What kind of divine ability is this? Han Li stared in astonishment, hastily glancing toward the mist. The shadow of the Lán Shòu appeared and faded intermittently at the edge of the mist—whether real or not, remained uncertain! At that moment, Sha Yunlu had already reached over ten zhang above the cave's entrance. Han Li, helpless, could only raise his blue-light shield in front of him. This shield expanded into a vast blue light curtain, facing the sky directly. As soon as the sand cloud touched the blue light, the luminous sand glowed brightly, and the sand particles at the front swelled dramatically, growing into massive grains the size of grinding stones, which then fell continuously and struck the light curtain with great force. The thunderous crashes rang on without cease. Though the blue-light shield was magical, it could hardly withstand such relentless impacts—within moments, the light curtain trembled violently, and the blue glow dimmed significantly. Moreover, some of the sand clouds suddenly split into two, transforming into two agile sand-jelly dragons that gracefully weaved around the curtain and surged toward Han Li from both sides. Without hesitation, Han Li opened his mouth, spitting out a small cauldron from it. He then flicked his finger at the cauldron, causing a layer of blue ice-flame to emerge on It was precisely the Xitian Ding he had cultivated to the first level of the Tongbao Technique! Although he could only draw upon a small portion of its power now, at this stage, Han Li naturally no longer cared about anything else. He extended his hand and brushed it gently over the lid of the Ding, and a cascade of azure light surged upward, instantly enveloping him completely. Then, with his hands spreading out to either side, he aimed at the two sand-jacals and snapped his fingers in rapid succession, sending a dozen streaks of jade-colored sword energy slicing across and striking the creatures. "Pffft!" The sounds of impact followed one after another, yet the sand-jacals' heads only bore a dozen punctures, each as wide as a man's thumb—no real effect. Han Li's heart tightened as he tried to shift his body to avoid the attack, but his form felt as heavy as a mountain, his movements sluggish and slow, unable to act swiftly. As a result, the two sand-jacals surged forward and crashed into him, emitting two deep thuds before dissolving back into a swirling sand cloud, which then completely encased both Han Li and the radiant light within, forming a massive, impermeable The silver-robed woman in the air was first startled when Han Li produced a small tripod resembling the one she held in her hands. Yet upon seeing him easily ensnared by the spiritual sand, and noticing the delicate beauty of his face beneath the silk scarf, a gentle smile flickered on her lips. She was well aware of the power of the spiritual sand contained within the sacred tripod—once ensnared, even several high-level immortal masters would find it impossible to break free for a moment or two. Now, Han Li’s very life hung in her single thought. With a thunderous crash, the luminous shield, manifesting as a shimmering screen, shattered and dispersed. The other clouds of sand likewise collapsed and settled upon Han Li. The sand cocoon expanded once more. This time, the woman felt even more at ease, and with a subtle movement, she stepped lightly, her feet gliding down upon the great tripod. However, after descending only a dozen paces, a sudden transformation occurred below. The sand cocoon, which should have hardened like iron, suddenly emitted countless streaks of blue light from its surface. Then, without this woman's prompting, the sand grains hissed and rolled down, collapsing and once again transforming into a loose, drifting cloud of sand that gently floated in the air, motionless. At the very center of the sand cloud, a brilliant blue glow shimmered vividly. Han Li stood within it, cradling a small cauldron, his head raised and gazing steadily at the woman. The silver-robed woman suddenly halted, her eyes filled with disbelief, her face instantly turning pale. With a cold exhalation, Han Li raised his hand and struck the lid of the Virtual Heaven Cauldron. Clear, rippling waves of blue light radiated outwards from the cauldron, spreading steadily around. Wherever these blue waves passed, the green sand vanished as if swallowed whole. Witnessing this, the woman was deeply startled and quickly pressed her palms together to recite incantations, preparing to once again launch these spiritual sands at Han Li. Yet the sands remained motionless, unresponsive, and suddenly severed their connection with her consciousness. The silver-robed woman grew suddenly anxious, and with a sudden point of her jade foot on the massive tripod beneath. The tripod spun swiftly, then erupted with a more brilliant azure light, directly enveloping韩立's head.