Han Li was struck by this development. The building, as seen from outside, appeared unchanged from before—no unusual signs were evident. Filled with curiosity, he was about to ask Yin Yue again when suddenly an astonishing surge of spiritual pressure erupted from within the palace, followed by a thunderous boom. A beam of yellow light burst through the roof and immediately solidified into a massive yellow hand, rushing straight toward the Ba Ling Chi and seizing it firmly. This sudden spectacle left the cultivators outside the array in shock; several even gasped aloud. At that moment, a delicate, melodic laugh echoed from within the palace. Immediately, the space near the Ba Ling Chi rippled and trembled, and a figure stepped into view—unexpectedly, as if materializing from nowhere. As soon as the figure appeared, he opened his mouth and expelled a column of light as thick as an arm. The light flashed like thunder, and in an instant, it effortlessly pierced through the yellow hand. A sharp, piercing cry followed, and the yellow hand swiftly dissolved. Then, a figure enveloped in yellow light emerged and hurriedly shot backward. The man with his hair loose and flowing gave a light laugh, flickered like a ghost, and in an instant, moved swiftly ten paces across—reaching the other figure before he could even register it. The cultivator in the golden light gasped, opening his mouth to emit a jet of blood. This attack, formed from his vital essence, was astonishingly swift, yet the man with the loose hair merely shifted his stance, and the blood arrow passed through him as though striking a phantom—only to pierce his body. His arm seemed to twitch slightly. A sharp, piercing cry immediately escaped the golden-lit cultivator, followed by a mysterious technique that instantly transformed him into a stream of golden mist, scattering in all directions. Then, at a distant point, he reformed into a human figure. Yet now, he was pale as a sheet, covered in blood, with several long claw marks across his chest, and one arm had completely detached, flailing about like a dog in distress. "Uncle Seven!" exclaimed a Daoist nun from outside the spell array, her voice filled with disbelief upon recognizing the man. This wan, armless figure turned out to be the eldest elder of the Ye family—the very strange, broad-shouldered man. The several Ye family cultivators were all startled. Even the white-robed scholar grew pale. Though the young man and others from the group did not know the exact identity of this broad-shouldered elder, they could clearly sense his late-stage Yuan婴 cultivation level through their spiritual awareness. Thus, their sense of awe was no less than that of the Ye family members. Han Li gazed intently at the figure, only to be momentarily stunned upon closer inspection. This person wore a blue robe—clearly the attire of a Toxin Saint Sect cultivator. Though the flowing hair obscured his face, his figure seemed unmistakably that of the great master, Tian Qi, the Sect's Grand Flower. Yet, Han Li had not misheard—he had clearly heard a young woman's voice emanating from this person. How utterly strange! If it weren't for the fact that all the present cultivators were highly skilled and the Eight-Spirit Ruler was right before them, Han Li would have turned and walked away immediately, as he always did when faced with unfamiliar dangers. Others also noticed something amiss, turning their expressions of astonishment toward this enigmatic figure. How could this person drive even a late Yuan-Ying stage cultivator to such a state of distress? Could he possibly be a Hua-Shen stage cultivator? As this thought flashed through everyone's minds, a wave of chill swept over them all! Seeing the large-headed stranger had narrowly escaped, the enigmatic figure only chuckled, without pursuing further, but instead glanced at the others outside the array. His gaze was as cold as a blade, and those struck by it felt as though struck by a heavy spear—each person's expression subtly changed. The elderly nun from the Ye family and the graceful young woman from Hua-Xian Sect, who had the weakest cultivation levels, staggered slightly, retreating two steps before steadying themselves. Han Li silently cursed, his eyes flashing blue as he swiftly activated his Qing-Ming Spiritual Vision to ward off the impact. Yet even after being scanned by the figure's gaze, he still felt a deep chill, as if plunged into a severe winter. His face had grown pale. "Hmm!" "You are..." a woman's soft exclamation echoed from the mysterious figure, her gaze suddenly shifting back to Han Li, remaining fixed upon him without waver. It seemed as though she had witnessed something utterly extraordinary. What was strange was that while his face subtly changed, his two pupils turned an eerie jade green and remained fixed on the silver moon, his expression now oddly composed. Witnessing this strange sight, the others instinctively fell silent. With their extensive experience, how could they not realize something unusual had befallen Huatianqi? Clearly, he was being possessed by some unseen force. A sense of alarm passed through them, and each one began to silently speculate about his identity. Seizing the opportunity, the large-headed stranger hurriedly stepped back, increasing the distance between himself and "Huatianqi," and promptly swallowed a pill. He then pulled out several talismans and pressed them against his severed arm. Instantly, a bright white light flashed, and the wound rapidly contracted and healed. Only then did he raise his head again, his face now pale with urgency, and gaze once more fixed on "Huatianqi." Han Li observed the scene before him, his eyes half-closed, his thoughts racing. It seemed that this person was likely the one who had summoned the silver moon here. But I still don't know what relation she holds with the Silver Moon—enemy or friend? "Xueling! You should have reached this place decades ago. It's surprising that it's only now, after so many years, that you've finally arrived. Yet your aura has grown so frail, relying now on a four-eyed fox spirit—doesn't this bring dishonor to our Silver Moon Clan's prestige?" said Huatianqi, his expression momentarily surprised, speaking with calm composure. This person clearly had a man's face and physique, yet his laughter was unusually delicate and charming—so utterly strange it was almost eerie! Han Li furrowed his brow, a growing sense of unease forming in his mind. Though he still hadn't fully grasped the connection between this woman and Yin Yue, the tone of her words just now seemed to carry a certain air of patronizing amusement toward Yin Yue's misfortunes. Yin Yue, in contrast, pressed her brows tightly, her bright eyes fixed intently on "Hua Tian Qi," her expression shifting between calm and troubled, as if the words had stirred memories within her. "Your words have reminded me of some past memories! Though some are a bit hazy, I believe—I'm certain—I was once you, and you were once me," Yin Yue said steadily. "Hmph! It seems you still remember some of it. Indeed, we were originally one person. Together, we form the person known as Linglong." At first, to withstand her fifth millennium thunder calamity, she was compelled to master our silver moon wolf clan's supreme secret technique. However, midway through, a critical error occurred, splitting her essence into two—thus forming our two independent spiritual bodies. Previously, your spirit was stronger, so the body naturally followed yours, and I, under your dominance, had to remain in prolonged slumber. But now, the situation has reversed entirely: your spirit is so frail that with a simple gesture, I can easily extinguish it. "Hua Tian Qi"’s voice suddenly grew cold and sharp. Upon hearing this, Yin Yue’s expression tightened momentarily, but then settled back into its usual calm. "Though I remember only a few things, the Blood-Drinking Soul Seal remains vividly clear in my memory. You cannot defeat me. Should I truly perish in body and spirit, you would not fare much better." Yin Yue spoke with an unusually composed demeanor. Upon hearing Yin Yue’s words, "Hua Tian Qi" frowned, his eyes suddenly blazing with intense green light. The silver moon suddenly gasped, her body trembling as an invisible, immense force hurled her backward. Han Li pressed his lips together and, without hesitation, reached out with his hand. Instantly, a glowing hand of jade-green light appeared behind the silver moon, lifting her effortlessly into his arms before gently setting her down. Upon seeing this, "Hua Tian Qi" was momentarily stunned, then erupted into fury, immediately turning his gaze sharply toward Han Li. Realizing the situation was dire, Han Li raised his hand without further thought, and his Yuan Gang Shield instantly expanded to a massive size, now shielding him firmly. A thunderous boom followed, and the surface of the silver shield flashed with intense light, its entire face sinking several inches, leaving behind a distinct, clear indentation. Han Li drew in a sharp breath. The other cultivators nearby, who had been confused by the conversation between "Hua Tian Qi" and the silver moon, now grew agitated upon witnessing the scene behind the stage. The Silver-Winged Night-Devil and the Lion-Fowl Beast, since the appearance of "Hua Tian Qi," had been displaying expressions of puzzlement. Upon hearing the names Linglong and Xueling, they instantly grew alarmed—seeming to recognize the origins of these names. After exchanging a brief greeting, they began retreating, weaving around each other, toward the teleportation array. "It would surely be a bold ambition for the Three Emperors of the Spirit Realm to take a celestial qui spirit as their divine beast," said Hu Tianqi, smiling playfully with a hint of malice.