Lin Yinpeng followed the Xu-family youth without hesitation. As the heavenly goddess of Tianlan, she knew how formidable Han Li had become now, yet the three Yin Luo Sect cultivators' faces grew increasingly uneasy. The magian path has always been known for its lack of warmth and loyalty—previously, they had acted decisively, believing that with a senior cultivator present, Han Li could be easily subdued. But now, they were stunned to find that Han Li's treasures were so powerful; even the great master of Tianlan, who had been so impressed by the mere force of the fan, had to temporarily retreat. Though the master had claimed that Han Li might only possess a single powerful strike, that remained merely a possibility. What if, under pressure, Han Li used a secret technique to fully unleash his potential and then unleashed several consecutive blows? In that case, the three cultivators had no confidence in being able to withstand it again. Moreover, from their earlier conversation, it seemed that Han Li also possessed another even more formidable treasure—an even greater cauldron. This new development only deepened their growing doubts. Though all three wished to retrieve the Gui Luo Fan and establish great merit within the sect, they naturally would not be willing to risk their lives should it require such boldness. Yet, to simply stand there in front of the people of Tianlan Grassland and fail to pursue—seemed unlikely. For a moment, they hesitated. "Come, let's join them. But don't confront the Han fellow directly. We can offer slight assistance from the side. As long as we don't directly meet that fan and manage to dodge swiftly, we should be safe," Guo Tianhao finally made up his mind, speaking softly to the other two. The two elder figures in black robes paused slightly before nodding in agreement. Thus, the three of them launched themselves into pursuit. The stone steps leading to Kunwu Hall were very long. Even under the exertion of Han Li's lightning power, it took a full while before he finally flashed into an electric arc and emerged from the steps, coming to a halt before an open expanse of stone forest. As for the Stone Forest, it merely consists of numerous towering stone pillars of roughly uniform height—several tens of feet—standing upright on the ground. These pillars are intricately carved, bearing inscriptions of symbols and incantations, and faintly glowing with various hues of spiritual light, clearly indicating that the entire area is governed by a powerful magical array. However, the pillars, which should have been neatly aligned, now lean haphazardly, with many only half-standing or reduced to mere remnants. The ground is scattered with numerous fragments of stone, broken stones, and various-sized stone pits—evidence that the array has been forcibly dismantled by sheer physical force. Han Li merely glanced coldly at the scene and immediately stepped into the forest without further words. Though the forest is not vast, after a few flashes of light, he appeared at the far edge. Yet, there, a steep incline of large, dark green stones now stood before him, upon which lay a jumble of toppled stone statues, as well as scattered weapons—long spears, axes, and halberds—scattered across the ground. Han Li furrowed his brow, but then suddenly felt a sense of awareness and lifted his head toward the far end of the slope. There, at a platform some hundred paces away, faint flashes of spiritual light shimmered, accompanied by intermittent bursts of thunder—like the sound of people engaged in fierce combat. "Could it be that the old master Qian has already begun fighting others?" Han Li thought, instantly activating his light-footed technique and rushing toward the platform. At the same time, he subtly condensed his aura, and as he drifted and glided, his form gradually blurred until he vanished completely. Under Han Li's careful concealment, he finally arrived at an expansive plain several times larger than the previous white jade square. Yet upon taking in the scene clearly, Han Li was momentarily stunned. Before him stretched a vast, hazy luminous screen, where five white figures, one yellow, and two green figures were engaged in a lively, intense battle. The five white figures were clearly the five incarnations of Qian's five sons, each exuding gray mist and displaying fierce postures. Yet the green figure was a middle-aged cultivator, wrapped in a massive white-boned ring that shimmered with yellow light. Occasionally, gray energy struck the ring, but after a gentle ripple of yellow light, it merely resumed its calm. The middle-aged cultivator himself wielded two red-and-yellow flying swords in each hand, fiercely defending against the attacks of the Five Harmonious Magi. Yet the two bronze lions shone with a vibrant jade-like glow, as if impervious to blades and arrows. No matter how struck by gray mist or flying swords, they merely retreated a few steps, suffering no damage whatsoever. This layer of pale, hazy light also seemed peculiar—faint silver arcs of electricity occasionally flashed across its surface. As soon as anyone approached the edges, a thunderous crack would resonate, and countless electric arcs would rain down in dense, relentless waves. Though even the middle-aged cultivator, protected by his strange bone-ring, managed to absorb these strikes without difficulty, no one dared to face them unprepared. Thus, the combat within the light barrier grew even more intense. "What is this? Is it a stadium for combat?" Han Li murmured, sighing at this sight. He immediately realized that a mid-stage Yuan Ying cultivator, without the protection of his peculiar bone-ring, would have been overwhelmed and drained of vitality by the five children of the magic long before they could close in. Yet those two bronze giant lions appeared fearsome, but as mere unattended puppets, the mid-level cultivator and Qian Lao Mo merely diverted their attention without much effort. Otherwise, either of them could easily have dealt with them once they regained their focus. Muttering to himself, Han Li glanced sideways. The luminous screen covered nearly the entire platform, while patches of shimmering light glowed along the sides—clearly indicating additional powerful seals that prevented passage. Thus, Han Li found himself blocked from moving forward. But when he looked ahead, he noticed a vast mountain gate subtly emerging behind the screen, resembling the entrance of Kunwu Hall. Han Li's brow furrowed slightly. He certainly wouldn't stand still. Otherwise, Xu's young man and the others would soon catch up to him. With calm composure, he gently shook his sleeve, and the three-flame fan concealed within once more slid smoothly into his palm. He intended to rely on the power of this fan to temporarily break the seal, then swiftly penetrate the light barrier and enter the other side. Although he was certain the two combatants within the light barrier would notice him, the risk was unavoidable—this location was far from ideal for a confrontation with others. Just as Han Li took a deep breath and prepared to channel his inner energy into the precious fan, he suddenly turned his head toward a massive stone pillar by the platform's edge, his face instantly expressing a hint of surprise! Could it be a mere illusion? He sensed a faint, unusual spiritual ripple there—but the fluctuation was so subtle that, had he not been in peril and thus fully extended his awareness, he would have missed it entirely. With growing curiosity, he involuntarily activated his Qingming Lingmu divination technique, his pupils flashing with a blue glow. To his astonishment, he saw a pair of faintly glowing red eyes materializing behind the stone pillar. "Silver-winged yaksha!" Startled, he instantly recognized the owners of those strange eyes and, without hesitation, directed a surge of inner qi straight into his own eyes. Finally, with the enhanced power of his spiritual sight, Han Li saw a hazy shadow behind the red eyes—clearly resembling the form of a silver-winged night monkey. Yet this creature was not gazing at Han Li, but fixed intently on the scene of conflict displayed on the light screen. It seemed that, due to the mountain's protective seal and Han Li's exceptionally refined stillness technique, it had not yet detected his presence. Nevertheless, Han Li did not feel any sense of satisfaction at this. On the contrary, his heart grew heavier. For beside the shadow of the silver-winged night monkey, there appeared two other indistinct figures. Even with his spiritual sight fully activated, he could not make them any clearer. He only sensed that one resembled the lion-beast he had seen once beneath the mountain, while the other, though human-shaped, felt entirely unfamiliar. These creatures had evidently been hiding here, seemingly working in unison. Could it be that they also coveted some treasure from Kunwu Hall? Han Li thought swiftly, his mind racing. At that moment, Han Li suddenly stiffened, and hurried to turn around. He saw faint glimmers of spiritual light shimmering among the stone formations below him, and the Xu-family youth and others were already emerging from the stone grove, swiftly closing in on him. Seeing this, Han Li immediately made up his mind. With a soft hiss, his spiritual fan was instantly enveloped in a layer of three-colored flame, then, like a blade or sword, it silently struck the luminous barrier. Though Han Li could control the power of the fan, the moment the three-colored flame came into contact with the seal, a brilliant flash of light erupted. Both the silver-winged yaksha triad hidden behind the stone pillars and the old demon Qing, as well as the middle-aged cultivator locked in fierce combat within the light barrier, were startled and turned their gaze toward Han Li. The traces had now been revealed, and Han Li no longer concealed himself. With a single leap, he transformed into a brilliant streak of jade-green light, shooting through the newly formed opening straight toward the opposite side of the luminous screen. Under the strain of forcibly drawing upon his inner energy to counteract the anti-aerial barrier, the jade-green streak moved faster than lightning—within a blink, he had already surged dozens of paces away, seemingly poised to skim past the central portion of the platform. The three shadowed demons, whose magic was being blocked by the stream of magical energy emanating from his mouth, hurriedly flickered and vanished once more from their spot. The golden dragon's strike landed in empty space, while the green lightning seized the opportunity, darting swiftly past and striking somewhere near the edge of the light screen.