Just as the treasures were about to be taken, a flash of green light from where the woman stood suddenly shot out several long green serpents from the ground. With lightning-fast spirals, they instantly coiled around her, wrapping her tightly like a dumpling. "Thud!"—several sounds—without any visible spell casting, the woman's enchanted items seemed to activate automatically, forming a white protective shield. The green serpents, however, were bounced apart and revealed themselves as several slender, spring-green vines. Now, Lady Mu was as startled and furious as Han Li had been. She had never expected someone to be lurking behind her all along. The very actions she had taken—trapping Han Li and then actively using her artifacts to lift the protective cover over the table—had all been orchestrated for others' benefit! Who was this surprise attacker, and how had they managed to follow closely behind the Sun and Moon Loom without being noticed at all? After all, it was precisely thanks to the silver plaque left behind by the Three Elders of Kunwu that she had managed to enter the hall without being detected. This token was capable of temporarily controlling certain restrictions within the hall. Let it drive the sun and moon across the ground, surpassing the other cultivators. At that moment, a strange, unpleasant chuckle rang out. Then, a tall, green-hued figure emerged silently from the ground nearby, its cold, green eyes sweeping coldly over the wood lady. The chill in those eyes made the woman involuntarily shiver. But as she focused and recognized the figure clearly, her face paled and she gasped aloud: "Wood Qiu! How can there be such a creature among the mortal realm!" Though the figure appeared to have a complete human form, with limbs and head, its face and body were entirely covered in patches resembling tree bark, making it look more like a walking, strange tree than a person. Upon hearing the lady's exclamation, Wood Qiu flashed a look of scorn, then completely ignored her, flashing forward and transforming into a swirl of green light to rush straight for the table—seemingly intent on seizing all the treasures there. Wood夫人的心沉了下来—即便她如今能脱身而出，也已根本来不及阻止这妖物了。然而，令人难以置信的一幕随即发生。木魁所化光团尚未接近案桌，就在案桌前韩立斩为碎屑的三人望月图残骸中，忽然灵光闪烁，随即喷涌出黄、白、红三股光霞。这三股霞光迎面卷来，竟将那团绿光如皮球般甩出十余丈远去。绿光团光芒一敛，显露出木魁跌跌撞撞的身影。此时，这高大的妖物竟仿佛无法自控，连转数圈，才勉强站稳，然而抬首凝望霞光的绿眸中，满是难以言喻的惊惶。 Three streaks of dawn light spiraled once upon the table before materializing into three faint, slender figures about a foot tall. Light as they were, they clearly resembled the Daoist, Confucian, and Buddhist figures from the earlier "Three Figures Gazing at the Moon" scene. All six of their eyes remained motionless, fixed intently on the distant wooden pillar, as though gazing at a corpse. A thunderous roar shook the heavens, and three hues of light erupted, instantly engulfing the green glow with their brilliant, piercing radiance—so intense it made it impossible to look upon. Yet when the light subsided, the only things remaining were the three treasures floating in place, and the space otherwise empty. With a single strike, these three treasures had not only vaporized the seemingly formidable wooden giant but also completely erased both his physical form and his spirit. At the same time, the lowest of the four blood-colored wooden tablets on the desk caught fire and turned to ash within moments. The three treasures, upon vanishing the creature, immediately shot back, spiraled once, and then settled quietly back into their original positions on the desk. The three human figures above, however, blurred and then dissolved into nothing—utterly silent throughout, having spoken not a single word. These three small figures were merely strands of divine awareness left behind by Kunwu's three elders within the map, specifically designed as the final safeguard to ensure the treasure would not fall into the hands of evil spirits or demons. Wood Qi, regardless of her cunning or cultivation, was an exceptionally powerful demon, even surpassing the silver-winged night guard. Yet, she was utterly bewildered and unexpectedly defeated by a single strike from the three divine awareness strands that drove the treasure. Her fate indeed seemed most unfortunate. Upon Wood Qi's death, Lady Wood first gasped in shock, then in joy—her green vines, which had been as rigid as iron, instantly softened into ordinary vines. With a surge of white spiritual flame, they completely dissolved into nothingness. Taking a deep breath to steady her mind, she prepared to act when a sudden, heavy "thud" echoed from behind her, as though something had shattered. Immediately afterward, a thunderclap resonated. "Senior sister, be careful!" cried the graceful young nun. The woman was startled, lifting her jade hands without hesitation. With a mere gesture of her five jade fingers, the treasures on the table trembled and rose into the air, instantly drawn into her grasp. At that very instant, a thunderclap erupted above the table, and a figure emerged from the flash of lightning, reaching out to seize the same treasures. As a result, the items that had been flying toward the wood lady momentarily halted and then shot back toward the newcomer. It was Han Li, who had just freed himself from the great pall and swiftly arrived at this spot using his wind-and-thunder wings. Upon seeing this, the wood lady was naturally filled with shock and anger. She opened her mouth and launched several strands of cold silk toward Han Li, each one creating a rushing sound as it sped through the air—silver flying needles. At the same time, she waved her sleeves, sending out a wave of crimson light that swept directly toward the treasures. Seeing this, Han Li frowned and opened his mouth, projecting a white, milky crystal sphere toward the needles—precisely the Snow Crystal Pearl. One hand, reversing its motion, reached out once more into the void to grasp the treasures, and instantly a large hand of jade hue materialized above the objects, lifting them away. The other hand flipped palm over palm, and an ancient, elegant fan appeared in its grasp. A flash of fierce determination flashed across Han Lin's face, and without hesitation, he delivered a powerful blow straight at the woman. Earlier, he had first been ambushed and struck unexpectedly by a woman aboard the colossal shuttle, and then later trapped by this very woman using her treasures—his frustration had been mounting ever since. Now, at the crucial moment of the treasure contest, he immediately summoned his Three-Flame Fan without further ado. The silver needles, however, were deflected by the snow-crystal beads, and though his hand reached out to grasp them, the woman's radiant glow surged upward, ensnaring his arms and preventing them from settling. Yet as the Three-Flame Fan trembled, a surge of flames—golden, silver, and crimson—burst forth. Upon witnessing this, the wood-clad lady was visibly startled. She had personally witnessed the Three-Flame Fan's formidable power and knew well that its force could not be met with direct resistance. After the three-colored flame strike missed and still flickered, it erupted violently, releasing an astonishing spiritual pressure in the form of a luminous aura with a diameter nearly ten zhang. Even Han Li was forced to retreat several steps. Though the treasures were situated at the edge of the three-flame fan's power, both Han Li's previously extended pale hand and Mu Lady's crimson glow were completely dispersed under the impact of this surge of spiritual pressure. Several of the treasures began to fall from the sky toward the ground. Han Li was greatly delighted. As he was about to take action, three streaks of light suddenly burst forth simultaneously from the North Polar Yuan Guang. One was a blood-colored shadow, another a silver glow, and the third a purple mist. These three streaks appeared to master some strange flight techniques, vanishing either instantly into thin air or suddenly transforming into a gentle breeze. Han Li saw this and immediately grew concerned, yet his movements were even more swift. A thunderclap arrived at the celestial treasures before the three figures, but only just ahead—within the next instant, the other three shadows emerged one after another near the treasures, launching attacks on their neighboring companions while simultaneously employing their powers to reach out and grasp specific items. The closest to Han Li were an unidentified wooden plaque and a scroll glowing with bright red light. He paid no attention to the other treasures and instantly transformed into a sheet of jade mist, sweeping both items into his path. As he prepared to extend his reach toward the nearby demigod staff, a surge of over a dozen blood-colored light columns and a wave of golden sound waves crashed down upon his head. At last, Han Li had no choice but to temporarily withdraw the霞glow, stepping aside to evade the attacks. The magic staff was instantly snatched up by the blood shadow that surged in immediately after. The purple mist and silver glow, however, paid no attention to the other treasures—they fiercely rushed to envelop the two wooden plaques scattered elsewhere, as if afraid someone else would take them. Han Li was momentarily stunned. As the blood shadow darted forward, it suddenly reached out to seize the jade seal-shaped artifact. "Stop! You can't take the Dragon-Transformation Seal!" a woman's urgent voice cried out. Suddenly, a pale white jade ruler floated above the blood shadow and struck it with unyielding force. This ruler was truly unusual—before it fully pressed down, a sound of Buddhist chanting and bell ringing erupted from its surface. A vast array of pale white lotus blossoms, like heavenly maidens scattering flowers, bloomed in the surrounding air, each as large as a bowl. Radiant seven-colored Buddhist light shimmered on every petal. Not only the blood shadow, but also the silver orb, was completely enveloped beneath this magnificent display. It was precisely because Han Li had retreated due to the back-throw that he found himself outside the reach of this measuring rod's power. As Han Li stared in astonishment, all the white lotuses burst simultaneously under the woman's sharp cry, then unfolded into a magnificent seven-colored giant lotus, one petal unfurling at a time. Countless Buddhist characters emerged within each petal, and the sutra chants rose like thunder, resonating throughout the hall. The blood shadow, the silvery light orbs, and the purple mist trapped within the colorful lotus could not even attempt to gather other treasures—so overwhelmed were they that they could not steady their forms, staggering and wobbling as if drunk.