"That's quite frank. Since you've made up your mind to help me, the Saint Ancestor, escape from here, I can offer you a Magmatic Infusion. Let me be clear upfront—given your current condition, your chances of advancing after the infusion are at best only half. That said, our Saint Clan's lifespan has always far exceeded that of your cultivators. Even if you don't succeed in advancing, your lifespan will still be significantly enhanced by the infusion. You still have a chance to eventually attain the Immortal Stage on your own." The black wolf-headed figure scanned the large-headed stranger with a calm expression and continued smoothly. "Half? That's only one-tenth. Even then, I'll give it my best shot. Just tell me how you'd like me to help you escape." The large-headed stranger laughed heartily and spoke without hesitation. "Very well. I'll get straight to the point. Once the Spirit-Unity Phase has reached this stage, as soon as the wolf spirit returns to this body, I will automatically merge with her—no spells required. The only way to prevent this is to extinguish the wolf spirit." Yet at the place where the Silver Moon Wolf Soul rests, there lies a grand extinguishing array personally erected by the three elders of Kunwu back then. This array is composed of eighty-one诛-magic blades, and any being carrying magical energy will be cut into pulp upon approaching—it is impossible for Xueyan to breach this array. I observe that although your cultivation technique is not from a prestigious sect, it is certainly not a demonic or evil method. Therefore, the task of eliminating the Wolf Soul must fall to you. As long as you succeed, the matter of infusing the magic into the body shall be entirely handled by me. The voice of the black wolf head remained unchanged, as before, yet in the ears of the tall, strange man, it resonated with endless allure, causing him to gaze intently at the giant wolf, his expression shifting between calm and troubled. "Where exactly is the Wolf Soul?" After a moment, the man from the Ye family bit his lip and said, with no hint of negotiation whatsoever. "Indeed, Master Ye is a wise man! Among the two transmission arrays you brought in, the other one leads directly to the palace where the Wolf Soul has been placed." The black wolf-headed figure showed no hesitation toward the stranger, merely expressing a subtle appreciation, and spoke with clear, decisive words. "As for that teleportation array, the members from the Poison Saint Sect have already entered some time ago—there's still a challenge there. However, with a well-timed move, they won't be much of a problem. I'll go right now and extinguish that wolf soul." The large-bodied stranger murmured a few words, then pressed his palms together in a series of gestures, and with a flash of luminous energy beneath his feet, he truly vanished into the array. Instantly, only the ancient mage remained near the teleportation site. "Back when I was facing human cultivators, I couldn't ask you anything. Now that I'm alone, I can tell you—how many magical artifacts have you collected?" As the tall figure disappeared, the black wolf's expression darkened suddenly, a sharp chill radiating out from him. His chains emitted a sudden hum, and countless black, sharp spines burst forth, plunging deep into the giant wolf's body. Yet the black wolf's demeanor remained completely unchanged, as if completely unbothered. "Your Majesty, we have located five magical artifacts left behind by our clan when they transitioned to the mortal realm!" The ancient demon bowed, becoming even more respectful. "Five artifacts—quite sufficient. Let us proceed immediately. Though currently I can only command half of my body's magical power, as long as I struggle to free myself, I shall be able to shatter the Black Wind Banner's seal. Even if it is a celestial treasure, without a master to guide it, it remains merely a lifeless object." The black wolf-headed demon spoke with a solemn, eerie tone. "Yes," the ancient demon replied, instantly raising his four arms in the air with a decisive motion. A flash of black light followed, and one by one, black, misty artifacts materialized on each of his four palms—a pair of dark glasses, a crimson banner, a jade lotus, and a gray-white circular ring. At the same time, the ancient demon opened his mouth wide and expelled a small, dark bottle directly from his mouth. As soon as the five artifacts appeared, they began to spin continuously around his head. An ancient demon roared, its head shining with a long, resonant cry, and as its body flashed with intense black light, five magical artifacts trembled and shot directly toward the great wolf in the air. The aerial spell immediately sensed the change, radiating brilliant luminescence and flashing with a kaleidoscope of colors. The sky itself seemed to come alive in that instant. At that moment, a sudden, loud laugh echoed from behind Han Li, seemingly distant and full of defiant vigor. "Han friend," the voice proclaimed, "do you intend to jump straight into the North Polar Yuan Guang now, or shall I and my companions use our divine artifacts to escort you a little later?" The voice belonged clearly to the Qian Old Demon. Han Li furrowed his brow and turned to look back. Through the vast hall doors, he could see that the once-continuous rows of golden magnetic spirit trees had now dwindled down to only a few dozen. The Qian Old Demon and his companions, along with the silver-winged night demons, had all arrived at the hall's entrance. They continued to strike the last remaining giant trees with their divine artifacts, while gazing through the doors at Han Li, each displaying a different expression. While the demons had known from the beginning of the existence of the North Polar Yuan Guang, the others—each seasoned and experienced—had immediately recognized it upon first sight of the stone hall's scene. The result, naturally, was a mixture of joy and concern among them all. Good news was that the Northern Yuan Guang barrier blocked the way, preventing Han Li from entering the hall first to retrieve the treasures. On the other hand, their own difficulty lay in the fact that it seemed they could not even pass through this suddenly appearing Northern Yuan Guang restriction—how could they possibly retrieve the treasures now? It was truly a pressing concern. Upon seeing this scene, the old Dragon King's laughter suddenly stilled, and the cultivators and creatures behind also froze, all displaying expressions of disbelief. "Could it be that this man truly has a way to penetrate the Jiyuan Light?" The thought flashed through everyone's minds, and even their gestures of channeling spells to launch attacks upon the Jinmi Lingmu tree momentarily slowed. To their astonishment, Han Li's form flickered, and with the protective light shield, he surged straight into the dense network of silvery light filaments. Every beam of the North Polar Yuan Light that struck the seemingly unremarkable shield seemed to bend unexpectedly, automatically veering aside to avoid Han Li. Everyone stared, utterly stunned. Han Li's figure vanished within a moment, completely absorbed by the North Polar Yuan Light. "Act now! We must not let this young man actually take the treasure!" Finally regaining his composure, the silver-winged night warrior roared sharply, his face twisting into a fierce, grim expression. "No matter how swift their movements, what good would it do, with the Northern Yuan Guang still blocking their way!" Guo Tianhao also spoke with a stern, grim expression. "Hmph! Northern Yuan Guang may hold others at bay, but to stop me? That's pure fantasy!" Qian, the Elder Magician, emitted a cold, frosty sneeze. Suddenly, the white giant form of his five sons leapt into motion, disregarding the remaining Jin-Mai Lingmu, and surged directly toward the hall doors. "Senior Elder, you—!" Guo Tianhao and the others were startled, gasping in surprise. Yet, as the giant white form entered the magnetic field of the remaining Jin-Mai Lingmu, an immense force immediately pressed upon it, pulling it down to the ground and rendering it immobile. "Ho!" A thunderous roar erupted from the giant's mouth. As the light of the form dimmed, a blood-like shadow, seemingly intangible, shot forth from within, advancing several steps before being pulled back to the ground once more by the force. Yet this blood shadow, though slightly trembling, moved steadily, like a mortal, stepping one step at a time toward the This scene naturally left the human and the spirit beings stunned. "At this point, we have no choice but to rely on Gui's divine powers. Let's act now—we cannot wait any longer! Those things must not fall into the hands of others!" Without further hesitation, the silver-winged yaksha turned his head and transmitted a grave message to the hag. The hag nodded seriously, then a flash of white light illuminated her form as she suddenly rolled onto the ground. Under the brilliant glow, a massive turtle, measuring a zhang in length and marked with alternating black and white patterns, emerged and swiftly crawled forward. The creature had now revealed its true form. Both the lion-beast and the silver-winged yaksha leapt onto the turtle's back. At that moment, the giant turtle was precisely entering the magnetic field of the Golden Magnetic Spirit Tree. As a result, the lion-beast and the yaksha swayed slightly, struggling to remain still on the turtle's back, yet the turtle itself flashed continuously between black and white radiance, its four feet moving without pause, crawling swiftly forward—seeming completely unaffected. Yet they could not remain unaffected, for as several of the immortals entered the magnetic field, strange golden characters suddenly appeared around the three of them. These characters, like invisible forces, swiftly penetrated into the bodies of the three immortals. Though the three radiated brilliant protective glows, they were completely unable to halt the penetration of these symbols. The giant turtle showed no immediate effect, but the silver-winged night warrior and the lion-fowl beast immediately grew weary once even a single character had entered their bodies—seeming as though they had been subjected to a powerful restriction. Fortunately, the area of influence of the golden magnetic light was not extensive, and the giant turtle carried the three of them out of it within a short time. The two immortals immediately exhaled in relief and regained most of their spirits.