Innumerable gray threads trembled and then froze in place within the glow, soon dissipating into thin streams of gray vapor. The dense web of threads, like spring snow melting under the shifting radiance, gradually vanished into nothingness. At this moment, the three-colored phoenix launched its true assault. With a sweeping spread of its wings, it instantly transformed into a massive sphere of light. The luminous aura on its surface contracted and expanded, then surged outward in a powerful wave, and within a single breath, a luminous wheel of silver, gold, and red appeared in the lower sky. The wheel's immense size completely enveloped the entire great web. On its surface, the three-colored characters shimmered continuously—some as large as a zhang, others as broad as a chi—each intricate and obscure, evoking profound awe. The splendid spectacle below caused both Han Li in the sky and the winged night warrior to be startled, turning their heads downward. Yet, as the light flickered, the colossal wheel existed only for a breath's duration before vanishing completely. With it vanished was also the vast gray net, spanning dozens of zhang in diameter, as though it had never been there at all. The silver-winged night-fox, its flesh wings fluttering unconsciously behind it, stared in utter disbelief. After all, the massive silk net had nearly condensed all the尸sād qi the creature had cultivated over the years; now only a few strands remained within the dry corpse, barely sustaining the movements of its尸sād form, let alone enabling any powerful attacks. The opponent's single fan strike had completely nullified this decades-long mastery. And had the creature been trapped within the earlier three-colored luminous wheels, it would likely have faced a precarious fate. This was no longer merely a matter of the temperature of the glow—rather, the luminous sphere contained certain celestial principles, forces accessible only to those at the Huáshén stage. Though it has not yet reached the same level as the Golden Body Moon Corpse, having lingered on the periphery of this realm for so many years, it has naturally acquired certain perceptions and insights. The celestial power contained in that previous strike was only slight, yet it still caused profound unease within the Silver-Winged Night Monkey. What exactly was the divine artifact in the other's fan, and how could it be so formidable? Originally, with its current level of cultivation and abilities, if it possessed a top-tier artifact that complemented its technique, it might not have truly feared such an attack. However, since attaining spiritual awareness, it has remained trapped within this magical array, never having the opportunity to personally craft or acquire suitable artifacts. Without the arrival of later cultivators who entered the cavern and were gradually eliminated by it, and who subsequently served as blood offerings to forge its corpse-spirit avatar, its movements would have remained perpetually constrained. Though it has gathered various miscellaneous items from the deceased cultivators, it has never found several that truly captured its interest. The only thing that truly satisfied him was the Mirror of the Evil Moon. Because it was the only treasure he could truly present, he had poured countless efforts into it, and several of his divine techniques relied entirely on this artifact. That was precisely why it had been so furious when it was shattered by Han Li. As the silver-winged night warrior's eyes flickered with growing apprehension, Han Li, witnessing the overwhelming power of the Three-Flame Fan, felt a surge of joy. Seeing that the ice wall before him was being steadily eroded by golden needles, now nearly half destroyed, he no longer hesitated. With a simple hand motion, a small vial he had just drawn from his storage pouch appeared in his hands. He opened the vial's lid and poured a single drop into his mouth—this drop of immortal night essence instantly entered his body. As the medicinal power took effect, a surge of refined spiritual energy flowed through his meridians, restoring his inner strength and magical vitality completely. With the bottle drawn close, Han Li felt the abundant spiritual power within him, then coldly glanced at the silver-winged yaksha in the distance. He spun his three-flame fan steadily before gripping it firmly once more. The fan then radiated bright light, and began to shimmer with three-colored runes. This time, Han Li was determined to completely eliminate his present adversary. Fortunately, the silver-winged yaksha was bound by a seal, unable to move from this spot. Otherwise, no matter how powerful the fan's attack, if the yakshe chose to evade by using flight techniques and retreat far away, Han Li would be powerless. Seeing this scene, the silver-winged yaksha's face grew pale. Given the range of power displayed by the fan's previous attack, and considering the limited space within the luminous barrier, he could only absorb the blows. Internally, he groaned. With a firm resolve, he pointed at a cluster of smaller golden light orbs floating in the air. Immediately, the golden light stopped radiating, and with a soft *pffft*, the orbs vanished into the yakshe's body, followed by the emergence of a radiant golden light shield. At the same time, the spectral body opened its mouth with unwavering determination, spewing out a thick stream of dark, murky corpse energy. Each strand shimmered with an eerie, ethereal glow, and within a moment, completely submerged the golden enclosure. There stood a colossal teleportation array, clearly being activated. To韩立's dismay, he had no idea where this might send him. He immediately rushed to draw back the ice wall, only to feel a thunderous rumble behind him—prompting him to instantly employ the Lightning Translocation Technique to escape the array's range. Yet clearly, his actions had been too slow. The surrounding magical array instantly emitted a resonant hum, and at the center, over a hundred paces away, a brilliant white light burst forth, then faded, leaving behind an empty space.韩立, the silver-winged night warrior, and all others vanished without a trace. Unbeknownst to anyone, a similar phenomenon was unfolding simultaneously in three remote, lesser-known locations within the Great Jin realm. Besides the silver-winged night warrior, three other unidentified creatures were also transported by identical, massive magical arrays. The cause of all this, however, lay in a humble, unnamed lake in the southern region, where the Ye family's group of cultivators had been gathering. At this very moment, however, the lake's sky was filled with high-level Ye family cultivators, all in a state of chaos. "What's going on? Didn't you say the sealing array had been properly set up to conceal the breach of celestial phenomena? Where is the array? Has it failed? Or hasn't it been activated? Now, with this spectacle so clearly visible to thousands of miles, countless cultivators will surely come rushing in. Do you expect us to see the Leaf family extinguished?" The square-faced cultivator gripped tightly the robe of an elderly white-haired man with one hand, his face ashen and his voice sharp with anger. Several feet behind him, other Leaf family cultivators stood with grim expressions. At the very center of the small lake, a remarkably thick, milky-white light pillar surged upward, its diameter reaching thirty zhang in width—like a celestial pillar supporting the heavens, stretching all the way to the clouds. At the same time, six identical light pillars rose in the surrounding areas, forming a majestic ring around the lake. It was no wonder the square-faced cultivator was so furious. "I don't know. We checked the concealment array just yesterday, and we already dispatched several disciples to activate it this morning." The white-haired elder was a master of array techniques specifically assigned by the Ye family to unseal and lift seals. Now he too spoke with growing panic. "Brother Er, please release Master Linglong right now! He has devoted considerable effort to remove this array, and it's impossible that anything has gone wrong with him—there must be another cause! You all go immediately and inspect those concealment arrays. If they haven't been activated, activate them right away. If they malfunction, adjust them promptly. If we can't restore them within a short time, then we'll simply all move in together and eliminate every cultivator within the entire thousand-mile expanse." The speaker was a scholar in his thirties, dressed in a white robe, with skin as fine as jade, yet his words were exceptionally firm and resolute. Yet as soon as he finished speaking, the square-faced cultivator immediately released the folds of the white-haired elder's robe. The several elder members of the Ye family who had been pointed out by the scholar all bowed respectfully and replied, "Yes, Grand Elder." Immediately thereafter, these individuals shot off in all directions. This young cultivator, whose face appeared somewhat refined, was none other than the Grand Elder of the foremost family of Dai Jin! After giving the final instruction, the scholar turned to the white-haired elder and asked, "The concealment array has encountered issues—do you believe the release of the seal will proceed without any complications?" The scholar's voice conveyed no emotion, and upon sensing the subtle shift, the white-haired elder promptly responded with deference, "Reporting to Grand Elder, there is absolutely no issue! A crack has already formed in the seal of Kunwu Mountain and is steadily expanding and weakening. Indeed, within just one year, the entire seal will be completely dissolved." "Very well. Now, gather your junior cultivators and begin preparations for evacuation. You need not return to your ancestral halls—immediately proceed to the pre-arranged locations and take shelter there." "Anyone daring to appear within the year shall be dealt with immediately according to our clan regulations!" the young scholar said calmly. The white-haired elder was struck with alarm and immediately nodded in agreement, then stepped gracefully into the lake, vanishing without a trace. The other cultivators from the Ye family soon regained composure and stood quietly in place, waiting. The locations where the concealment arrays had been set were not far away, and with the swift speed of a Yuan Ying cultivator, a round trip naturally took only a brief moment. Within the course of a cup of tea, several Ye family elders who had gone out to investigate returned first—but each of them bore expressions of shock and anger. "Grand Elder, it's bad! The array I examined has been completely destroyed. The disciples who were overseeing it are all gone!" Upon hearing this, the scholar's face darkened and cold light flashed in his eyes. The other cultivators, upon hearing the news, immediately grew agitated and stirred in alarm.