The first and second-level immortal beasts descended from the giant turtle's back, instantly radiating a shimmering glow and transforming back into their ugly womanly forms. Yet their faces appeared unusually pale. The three beasts darted swiftly, without hesitation, shooting straight toward the hall. At that moment, the blood shadow formed by the old Qian demon had already entered the hall ahead of them, and the three beasts just happened to witness countless silver filaments piercing through the shadow, tearing it to shreds. Yet simultaneously, a brilliant crimson glow erupted around the shadow, and as its body was continuously damaged, it began to mend itself in an unceasing manner. This scene continued unbroken; the blood shadow of the old Qian demon moved steadily and vanished without a trace into the North Polar Yuan Guang. Seeing this, the three beasts dared not hesitate any longer, as though they had already discussed their strategy in advance. The lion-beast suddenly stabilized itself, stepping forward, and at the same time, a golden sonic wave burst silently from its wide, blood-filled mouth, instantly severing every silver filament in its path. Following immediately after, the silver-winged night warrior powerfully扇ed his wings, sending a surge of vibrant green wind rushing forth from his wings, which, combined with the golden waves, instantly blew the broken silver filaments into the air, scattering them. Thus, under the relentless sweep of the two divine powers, a clear "open space" finally emerged. Taking advantage of this, the three demons surged into the space and then slowly made their way deeper toward the hall. The young Xu, wielding a jade-forged flying sword, continuously struck at a massive tree, remaining unmoved and speaking calmly. "Haha! Xu, your words are most sound. Even if others obtain the treasures, they will still have to exit through the hall doors. Though we cannot enter the Northern Primordial Light, we certainly won't allow them to leave easily without our consent," Eg Tianhao also clapped his hands and laughed heartily. Lin Yinping observed the silver filaments within the hall, thought for a moment, and then nodded calmly. The other two elderly figures in black robes, upon hearing this, found the argument convincing and felt their hesitations ease, thus continuing their attacks on the great tree with steady resolve. Moments later, a resounding "thunderous crash" echoed through the hall, and a colossal, golden-yellow tree over ten zhang in height collapsed under the combined assault. At the same time, Han Li stood deep within the Kunwu Hall, exhaled deeply, and turned to gaze back at the dense network of silver filaments stretching behind him. "Back then, Gu Xu truly was quite cunning—he deliberately set up another illusion array even within the Prime Light of the North Pole. Without my Mingqing spiritual sight, I'd have certainly found it quite troublesome coming out." After murmuring this, Han Li turned his gaze toward the front. Han Li lifted the corner of his brow, glanced around, and found the surroundings empty, with nothing particularly striking. Finally, his gaze shifted back to the front and upward, landing on something. With his face showing uncertain moods, Han Li suddenly grew resolute, raising his hand single-handedly. A beam of golden light, stretching nearly ten paces, shot forth and struck the painting with great force, shattering it instantly. The light burst into a dazzling array of golden flashes, and the painting was torn into fragments, scattering across the air. At the same time, the stone ground some zhang behind Han Li burst open, with flashes of luminous light suddenly erupting among the scattered stones. Several spectral figures were pierced through the back by sharp golden and silver spear-like streaks. However, one figure emitted a crisp, resonant "clink," as the golden and silver streaks were deflected and bounced back—revealing a golden-silver, spear-shaped magical artifact. Though the figure was thrown off balance by the force, he quickly shifted his stance and vanished from his original spot, reappearing several zhang away. Turning his head, he now faced Han Li with a face filled with astonishment and outrage. Had it not been for him summoning his Yuan Gang Shield earlier and positioning it behind him, he truly might have suffered a serious injury. Thus, even though Han Li was usually composed and rarely showed emotion, he now felt a surge of fear and his anger rose swiftly. He immediately reached out with his other hand, and a small silver shield gleamed in his grasp; with the other, he shook his robe, causing dozens of golden spears to transform into a dense stream of light, which flashed and vanished as they shot straight toward the ground beneath the scattered stones. A soft, feminine laugh rang out, followed by a flash of piercing light—then a massive object, interwoven with gold and silver, rose from the ground. Despite the multitude of spear beams striking it, they all strangely flickered and missed. At this sight, Han Li was struck with alarm, and his anger subsided considerably. He focused his attention, now observing closely. The object proved to be a colossal, several dozen feet long, great shuttle, its surface shimmering with a mirror-like radiance, crafted from some unknown material. In form, it was remarkably similar to the treasure that had previously attacked him—only now, it was vastly larger. "Your vigilance is truly remarkable—such a strike has yet to land. Remarkable indeed. May I ask, which cultivation technique are you practicing? Would you be so kind as to share it with me?" The several small, golden and silver lancets that had previously attacked Han Li vanished instantly upon the emergence of the massive lancet. They spiraled once and shot back, disappearing into the great lancet, while simultaneously, a young woman's astonished voice echoed from within. Could it be that other cultivators have already reached Kunwu Mountain, even surpassing the Qian Elder and the others in passing through the North Polar Yuan Guang? These thoughts flashed through Han Li's mind in an instant. As the young woman gasped in surprise, the light form he had transformed into swept across twenty paces, seemingly about to reach the space above the table. At that very moment, an unusual spatial disturbance suddenly occurred above Han Li's head. A flash of emerald light revealed a piece of silk bearing intricate characters, which instantly materialized and then pressed down with decisive force. This vast silk cloth, measuring five to six paces in width, appeared so close that, despite Han Li's great abilities and numerous techniques, he was completely enveloped by it—surprised and momentarily immobilized. The entire area around him shimmered with emerald light, and he quickly muttered his concern, then swiftly waved his hand to activate his Yuan Gang Shield, instantly forming a translucent, milky-white protective aura around himself. Outside the emerald silk, a woman appeared mysteriously—none other than Mu Lady from the Hua Xian Sect. This woman had personally witnessed the power of Han Li's Three-Flame Fan and naturally knew that the green silk cloth could not hold Han Li for long. Upon seeing the successful surprise attack, she swiftly moved, her figure transforming into a streak of white light that shot straight to the table. Raising her hand, a silver token appeared in her palm, its silver glow pulsing vividly, and a surge of silver mist erupted, precisely striking the green energy shield. What seemed a solid and imposing barrier began to dissolve like spring sunlight melting snow, dispersing instantly and vanishing completely, revealing the true forms of several objects on the table—four stacked blood-red wooden plaques, a small purple sword, a magic staff of palm size, a book glowing with a red hue, and a jade-green seal engraved with a lifelike five-clawed true dragon. Seeing these items, the woman beamed with delight, and after a brief gaze at the seal, she immediately swept her sleeve, intending to gather all of them into her satchel.