With a loud "crack," the golden light was suddenly pushed aside by a flick of the finger, revealing a face that was both scolding and delighted—a stunning woman dressed in a black gown. As soon as the silver moon saw this breathtaking visage, her body trembled and her face turned pale. Han Li, however, first focused on the spectral figure with four arms. He could not have mistaken it—the demon was indeed the ancient demon who had escaped from the Valley of Fallen Demons. The inner hum of the Qingzhu Fengyun Sword within the demon's body grew louder, sensing that the other two flying swords had been taken. As for the graceful young woman standing before this ancient demon, she seemed utterly frail, as if possessing no magical power at all—her true level of cultivation was completely invisible. Han Li took a sharp breath, then, with a few subtle movements, guided the silver moon to the opposite side of the Jiuzhen Fumagi Array before finally releasing her hand. The previously silent Gui Ling now followed closely behind, her gaze repeatedly drawn to the silver moon, her expression filled with curiosity. "Thank you, Master!" Yin Yue glanced at Han Li, her face expressing a mixture of emotions, and spoke softly, "Be careful." Though Han Li already knew that Yin Yue was no ordinary person, he still furrowed his brow and added a reminder. Yin Yue nodded, turned her gaze toward the graceful woman across the way, and her expression softened with a touch of melancholy. The Xu-family youth and the Ye family cultivators had also moved to the side of the magical array, remaining vigilant toward one another, yet all of them displayed expressions of surprise and doubt, "What's going on? These two are also showing such strong magical reactions!" A voice of disbelief echoed from within the sun-moon loom, and then, as her form shifted, the Wood Lady materialized upon the artifact, her hands cradling the Dragon Seal, which once again manifested the true image of a dragon. Yet this time, the dragon's response to the woman across the way and the ancient demon was more intense than when it had first reacted to "Hua Tian Qi." In fact, if it weren't for the Wood Lady's spellwork stabilizing the artifact, the dragon would have likely surged forth and launched itself independently. The young man from the Xu family, unfamiliar with the origin of the Dragon-Imperial Seal, coldly glanced at the Wood Lady. Now, regardless of whether the magical aura was present or not, the scene was so chaotic, with the magical creatures appearing one after another, growing increasingly formidable—he had already made up his mind to retreat. Even if the Celestial Immortal Treasure stirred, it would have to survive to be seized. With this thought in mind, he gently moved his lips, sending a silent message to the Tianlan Saint Maiden beside him. Upon receiving the nod, which slightly furrowed the brows of Lin Yinping, the Tianlan Great Immortal's gaze began to drift, constantly scanning the surroundings in search of something. In contrast, the scholar in white robes, seeing that most others were now drawn by the newly appearing magical beings, relaxed his attention on the Eight-Spirit Ruler, and immediately flashed his eyes several times, signaling to the other two members of the Ye family. Under their protection, he pressed his palms together, slightly shifted his stance, and in an instant, a perfect duplicate of himself appeared in place—his true form, meanwhile, vanished without a trace. The Silver-Winged Yōkai was momentarily stunned upon seeing the new woman's face. If it weren't for the palpable magical aura surrounding her, the young lady clearly resembled Linglong, the immortal maiden of old. Yet, who was the one who had just destroyed the teleportation array? And there was also the Silver Moon standing beside Han Li. The Silver-Winged Yōkai muttered continuously, his eyes darting back and forth, clearly pondering his thoughts. At this moment, he recalled the origin of this so-called "Nine True Subduing Evil and Driving Away Demons Array," which had been briefly mentioned in an ancient treatise on array techniques he had once read. Though the description was not extensive, it hailed this array as one of the foremost and most powerful among the human realm's defenses against evil and demons, claiming that during the ancient times of great wars, human cultivators had used this array to defeat numerous ancient demons. Thinking of this, Han Li quickly focused his attention and looked ahead. This woman indeed seemed somewhat wary of the Fumagreat Array, lingering only at its outer perimeter without venturing boldly into the array itself. After a brief, indifferent glance at Han Li and the others, she turned toward the palace, her gaze finally settling on the "Baoling Chi." Since the emergence of the two demons, the Baoling Chi had been continuously humming and flashing. The silver lotuses nearby had grown significantly larger, and the phantom forms of the eight spiritual beasts were now exceptionally clear—almost tangible. The black-robed woman turned slightly and began whispering to the ancient demon beside her, her voice barely audible. Han Li could not hear a word. "Silver Moon, is this woman the incarnation of the Yuansha Saint Ancestor?" Han Li exhaled deeply and suddenly asked. "Not this demon, then who? She is an emanation of a fragment of the ancient demon's soul, one of the three supreme commanders of the ancient demon's invasion of the human realm. Countless ancient cultivators fell at her hands back then. "It seems your memories of the Silver Moon have truly returned—you spoke so clearly after just a brief pause, about the origins of the Yuansha Sage Ancestor. 'The ancestral spirit of the ancient demon sage? Just now, the person mentioned that your true spirit was forced to leave your body. Does this ancient demon spirit's current body then—'" Han Li's pupils flashed with blue light, immediately realizing the black-robed woman's body was not an illusion, and asked naturally. "It is indeed my original body," said the Silver Moon, biting her lower lip gently and speaking slowly. "Though I don't remember exactly how I was taken over by the other entity and transformed into a spirit vessel, stored within the Xutian Ding, the body itself is indeed the one we shared back then with Long Meng." "Ah, so you still have a chance to reclaim it, don't you? After all, you are the true owner of the body, and it's impossible to overlook that opportunity," Han Li observed, his expression shifting as he looked at the black-robed woman's composed, motionless demeanor. "Have you forgotten, Master, that I've already performed soul absorption? And that I've occupied this fox-bodied form for so long? Then, Perhaps there truly exists some divine ability capable of achieving this again—but it is absolutely beyond the reach of human realm cultivation techniques; it must be something that returns to the Immortal Realm. Moreover, my consciousness has been damaged, and my cultivation level has dropped so low that I've nearly forgotten half of my previous techniques. How could I possibly stand a chance against the demonic spirit? Unless... said Yin Yue hesitantly. Unless what?" Han Li would not easily let go. "Unless I work in tandem with Long Meng, perhaps there's still a chance. But look at her current condition—will she be willing to do this for me? Perhaps just as we manage to expel the demonic spirit from her body, she will immediately seal me up, so as to claim this body for herself!" Yin Yue sighed. Han Li listened in silence. At that moment, the ancient demon with two heads and four arms across the hall suddenly shouted loudly at the large, towering creature within the palace: "Master Ye, why hesitate any longer? Since you cannot eliminate that wolf spirit, simply by securing the Eight Spiritual Rods, the Saint Ancestor will likewise promise to infuse you with demonic energy." "The cultivation technique you are practicing is not a demonic power. As long as no one is in charge of it, this spiritual treasure will not be detrimental to your friend." Ancient Demon's voice was not loud, yet it clearly reached韩立 and the others. Everyone was startled and turned their gaze once again toward the space above the palace. The large-headed creature heard Ancient Demon's words, hesitated slightly, but then recalled something, bit his teeth, and truly transformed into a beam of yellow light, rushing straight toward the Eight-Spirit Ruler. Strange as it seemed, the Eight-Spirit Ruler, which appeared to be making a grand display, showed no reaction at all to the approaching beam of light. In a blink of an eye, the creature actually reached the front of the Eight-Spirit Ruler, while the eight spirit-beast apparitions remained completely indifferent. Seeing this, the creature, who had initially been somewhat concerned, naturally felt greatly relieved. After gently dimming his light, he swiftly moved forward and reached out to grasp the treasure. "You truly have courage!" A cold remark suddenly echoed from beneath the palace. The large-headed creature seemed to have noticed something, and immediately changed his expression, shooting off diagonally. At the very spot where it had stood, a tremendous roar echoed, and a powerful force surged through, nearly lifting off half the palace roof. The large-headed creature's expression instantly darkened. "Old Mage, you needn't bother these young disciples with any clever maneuvers. With me stationed beneath the Eight Spiritual Rods, anyone wishing to remove this treasure must first gain my consent. I never expected you to escape from the Black Wind Banner—now, the very spiritual artifact that once held me in place has become your weapon against me!" Lóng Mèng's voice came out cold and steady. "Indeed? I have no intention of lingering with Lóng Mèng any longer. A mere spatial barrier—do you truly believe it can hold me back?" The black-robed woman smiled, responding with such ease. Then, this woman suddenly shot backward, retreating over fifteen paces, temporarily breaking free from the entanglement of the golden light. Turning around, she reached out toward the empty space behind her, and the previously murky magical aura surged and condensed instantly. In a flash, the aura dispersed, revealing a slender, dark, lustrous banner. The banner surged forward without hesitation, spiraling once before settling gently into the palm of the black-robed woman. "Black Wind Banner? Impossible! You've never practiced the Tongbao Technique—how could you possibly command such a spiritual artifact?" Lóng Mèng's voice grew urgent. "I haven't had time to learn the Tongbao Technique for this banner, but don't forget our Saint Ancestor's magical transformation ability. Even if it is a heavenly spiritual treasure, once I personally infuse it with my magical energy, it will only serve me temporarily." The black-robed woman smiled gracefully, then gave a gentle shake to the Black Wind Banner in her hand. A deep, resonant boom echoed from the banner, causing the entire space to tremble. Han Li and the others felt as though the air around them had suddenly tightened, as if it had instantly solidified. All the cultivators were stunned! (Second update! Sweat! The recent chapters have been quite challenging to write—there's so much to consider. Yes! I'll keep pushing and make sure to finish these chapters well!)