At that moment, after a thunderclap, Han Li vanished from his original spot. A flash of electric arc appeared twenty paces away, but as soon as he reappeared, Han Li immediately turned his gaze to the spot where the light had burst forth, his expression grave. Under the clear vision of his Ming-Qing spiritual eyes, he saw the scene unfold with perfect clarity. The Qing Bamboo Bee Cloud Sword, originally infused with Geng essence, should have been exceptionally sharp and powerful. Yet when the swordlight struck the golden shield, it was easily deflected—seeming as though the swords had not even fully exerted their might, merely being pushed back by the shield's counterforce. The electric serpent formed by the Divine Exorcising Thunder struck the shield, causing only a slight tremor before dissipating without further effect. However, when the purple flame touched the golden shield—Han Li's eyes flashed with cold intensity. As the radiant light faded, he observed a massive block of pale purple ice forming at a distance, and both the golden shield and the silver-winged night warrior were suddenly encased within it. Though the silver-winged night warrior remained unharmed inside the shield, he looked utterly astonished. Clearly, it hadn't anticipated that Ziyan could freeze the golden aura solid. Yet, since the core of the being remained unsealed, its escape was surely effortless. Silver-Winged Yeh pressed both hands into the golden aura, and countless golden sparks burst forth, piercing the ice surface with fine holes. The entire block of purple ice crumbled into fragments. Han Li was startled, reaching out and summoning all the flying swords, which immediately spiraled and returned to him. A moment later, Silver-Winged Yeh shifted slightly and appeared effortlessly beyond the purple ice. It then fixed Han Li with a gaze as cold and lifeless as that of a corpse, suddenly raising its hand. Golden light shimmered on the palm, and a luminous golden orb materialized. Yet at this moment, Han Li suddenly spoke: "Now I can finally be certain—besides the Earth and Wind Techniques, you indeed possess the Golden Technique. As far as I know, the Golden Technique is mastered by human cultivators only sparingly." As for refining corpses, only the legendary Golden-Skinned Moon Corpse is said to possess such a divine ability. Could it be that you have already begun your ascension? After saying this, Han Li glanced at the pale golden scales covering the silver-winged night warrior's body for a few moments longer. Hearing Han Li's question, the silver-winged night warrior was initially surprised, but then scoffed with a cold laugh. "Hmph! I've been advancing since ten thousand years ago. If you several mid-stage Yuan-Ence cultivators had teamed up at the beginning, perhaps there was still a chance. But now, with only you—just one person—any abilities you may possess are merely delusions of hope." As he spoke, the silver-winged night warrior no longer concealed his wings, gently sweeping them once. Instantly, the flesh of his wings transformed from silver-white to a delicate golden hue, and a powerful aura surged forth, no longer restrained. This overwhelming spiritual pressure caused even the vast light screen enclosing the magical array to tremble slightly. Han Li's eyes narrowed. This aura was undoubtedly far stronger than any Yuan-Ence late-stage cultivator he had ever encountered—far surpassing even the level of the three great To surpass this flying corpse alone, one could probably only count upon the two ancient demons encountered in the Valley of Falling Magic. Though韩立was internally startled, he maintained a calm, probing tone: "Even if you've been advancing for a long time, being trapped in this dim, lightless place makes it impossible to absorb the essence of the Yin Moon. No matter how many millennia you continue to train, you'll never succeed. At best, you've only grasped the rudiments of the Golden Evasion technique—your methods are indeed peculiar. However, when faced with artifacts or divine tools devoid of metallic components, these techniques prove entirely ineffective." As he spoke, his mind flashed back to the scene where the opponent had pierced through the bronze-based Evasion and deflected all of his flying swords—now he felt truly troubled. After all, few modern artifacts and divine tools today fail to incorporate metallic elements. "Hm, is that so? Then, by all means, experience the full flavor of it. But I have no intention of chasing you anymore." "Now, with this final blow, you will simply surrender and hand over your life," silver-winged yaksha said without another word to Han Li. With one hand, he supported the golden orb, which grew ever more brilliant and radiant, while with the other, he spread his fingers wide and suddenly raised them, sending out streaks of gray light aimed directly at the mummified corpses on the surrounding stone pillars. In an instant, the light streaks vanished, merging into the bodies of the corpses. Han Li had no time to intervene, his expression darkening as he sensed something was amiss. Indeed, at the stone pillars, a series of clinks echoed as chains one after another fell away, and the mummified corpses gradually opened their emerald eyes, wobbling slightly before stepping away from the pillars. Yet, after advancing only a few steps, they halted, standing motionless and gazing at Han Li in the air with expressions devoid of any emotion. "With so many corpse spirits aiding you, you've never had a chance to win. If you simply surrender and submit, you'll endure less suffering in the soul-refining process!" silver-winged yaksha stood firm, speaking to Han Li with a stern demeanor. Han Li glanced around at the dry corpses, fell silent, and only after a moment did he sigh deeply. "I didn't expect to actually need this treasure on our journey—perhaps it's your bad luck, or maybe just my own misfortune!" Speaking in a barely audible whisper, he then promptly struck the delicate storage pouch at his waist with a firm palm. A soft "pffft" sound followed, and a luminous orb the size of a fist shot out of the pouch, spiraling before landing in Han Li's hands—revealing an ancient, elegant fan. The golden cluster spun swiftly and instantly radiated ten thousand beams of golden light. As these beams separated from the luminous sphere, they flashed with a sudden brilliance, transforming into countless golden needles resembling cowhairs. After circling the light sphere, these needles surged forth in a deluge, converging upon Han Li with overwhelming force. For a moment, half the sky shimmered with golden radiance, the relentless barrage leaving Han Li no room to evade. At the same time, the dry corpses beneath the stone pillars raised their hands just in unison, releasing streams of dark soul threads that flowed continuously from their fingertips, weaving together in the lower air. In an instant, a vast net—spanning dozens of zhang—formed beneath Han Li, hazy and dense, enveloping him firmly from above. This net was immense and brimming with an extraordinary intensity of malevolent energy. Should an ordinary cultivator have encountered it, the sheer force of the aura within the net would likely have caused him to lose strength, his inner energy to falter, and his limbs to grow weak before the net even reached him, forcing him to surrender helplessly. Han Li himself was born with a body of fierce qi, and having practiced the Mingwang Decision, naturally remained undisturbed by such qi. Yet the opponent's presence was so overwhelming, with attacks resembling an unbreakable heavenly and earthly network, even Han Li was secretly startled. Immediately, his expression darkened, and he rubbed his hands together. A flash of light ensued, and the glow of the San Yan Fan condensed into a size of several feet. Han Li grasped the fan handle with one hand, gathered all his inner qi, and delivered a powerful blow downward. To his surprise, however, when the fan struck, he felt his entire inner qi being swiftly drawn away—so much so that he nearly dropped the fan right there. Fortunately, upon the fan emitting a resonant phoenix call, his inner qi stabilized. Then, the fan trembled suddenly, and a surge of three-colored flames erupted from its surface, coalescing into a single, majestic phoenix of about one zhang in height, adorned with long plumes of gold, silver, and red, which then surged directly toward the massive network. This vision left Han Li momentarily stunned, but he soon set it aside. Originally intending to cast a wave of energy precisely at the golden needles, his current spell power was insufficient, so he instead directed his focus toward the cluster of flying swords before him. Instantly, all the swords radiated brilliant golden light and swiftly spun in graceful patterns, blossoming into clusters of golden lotuses around Han Li, completely enveloping his form. Yet he did not cease. With a sudden exhalation, he spat a stream of pure blood onto the snow-crystal orb hovering above his head. The orb trembled violently and released a slender streak of deep purple flame. Under the guidance of his spell, this flame swiftly spiraled around Han Li, circling with a living, responsive grace, and the temperature around him dropped sharply, producing a series of distinct "crackling" sounds. At the same time, as the purple flame began to dissipate, a towering ice wall—over ten zhang high—emerged around Han Li, shimmering with vibrant purple light and fully enclosing him within its protective embrace. Amidst the sweeping waves of golden light, countless golden filaments finally reached the ice wall. A cascade of clear "ding-dong" sounds rang out. Golden and purple light intertwined flashed, and immediately after, golden spots shimmered across the ice surface, leaving behind dense rows of fine holes several inches deep. Under the continuous onslaught of golden filaments, these spots layered one upon another, gradually covering the surface. Though the ice wall before Han Li was nearly a zhang thick, it had been reduced by a zhang's worth of thickness within moments. Han Li's face slightly tightened with surprise. Han Li himself was unaware, but the silver-winged yaksha on the other side was equally astonished. After all, although these golden needles were formed from golden spiritual energy, that energy was not something that could be replenished after consumption—it had been gradually refined from an unknown golden mineral during the yaksha's prolonged stay here. Through thousands of years of constant refinement using the corpse-fire of its own body, this unique spiritual energy had developed into something truly formidable. Once transformed into needle-shaped artifacts, it became exceptionally sharp and potent. Yet, even under such overwhelming attacks, it could not penetrate in a single strike—this clearly surprised the yaksha. To be sure, not long ago he had used the same golden glow to shatter a block of purple ice. The Silver-Winged Night Monkey naturally didn't know that the refined purple flame now summoned by Han Li was no ordinary Purple Lotus Fire. Having continuously taken Snow-Soul Pills and drawing upon the power of the Snow Crystal Pearl, Han Li had extracted a refined essence of ice flame from this fire—a essence that had nearly fully captured the extreme cold essence of the Purple Lotus Fire, far surpassing ordinary Purple Lotus Fire. Yet, in order to summon and sustain this flame, when his magical energy was insufficient, Han Li had to sacrifice a portion of his vital essence to forcibly ignite it. At this moment, the three-colored phoenix of fire that Han Li produced with his magical fan plunged directly into the vast gray network beneath. The massive network, composed of Shā Hún silk, flashed with a gray light and instantly expelled countless gray filaments, which swiftly wrapped around the seemingly modest phoenix. In an instant, the dense network of filaments blanketed the sky, nearly concealing the bird entirely. The Huafeng emitted a clear, resolute trill, then spun gracefully before suddenly radiating concentric circles of mysterious luminescence. Within these circles, the lights of gold, silver, and crimson spun continuously, emerging intricate, profound runes that shimmered with extraordinary splendor. As the Sha Hun silk strands shot into the glow, an astonishing phenomenon unfolded!