Han Li, having once survived a spatial rift that nearly consumed him, still harbored deep apprehension about such rifts. With the Blessing of Spirit Ascension enhancing his spiritual power, he now reached the peak of his Yuan Ying stage. Immediately, he poured immense spiritual energy into his Yuan Gang Shield, transforming it into a brilliant silver glow. Given the sheer size of the rift, as long as he avoided contact with its edges, the shield's strength should be sufficient to protect him for now. Han Li could only think anxiously as he maintained this state. Darkness lasted only a brief moment. After a moment of dizziness, his eyes suddenly brightened, and he found himself standing in a realm of pure emptiness. Fortunately, having experienced the passage of light before, Han Li quickly regained his composure and scanned his surroundings with alertness. Yet, upon doing so, he was startled. "The Ninth Floor!" Han Li hardly needed to assess—he murmured it immediately. Clearly, this was an independent space, featuring a vast, open expanse several miles in diameter. The surroundings were yellowish and hazy, with swirling mist giving the area a gray, dim appearance, and the true extent of its width remained uncertain. Yet beneath him stood a vast altar, over a hundred zhang high, broad at the base and tapering upward into a quadrilateral shape, carved exquisitely from pure, white jade, magnificent and refined. Surrounding the altar was an immense array of towering stone pillars forming a protective enclosure; each pillar radiated intense light, as though actively energized. At the summit of the altar, a colossal two-headed wolf, the size of a small mountain, stood poised, its black wolf head spewing boundless black mist, fiercely confronting several opponents hovering nearby. These opponents were precisely the cultivators and beasts who had vanished from the eighth layer. Not only did the Lóngmèng Fairy, who had taken possession of Huā Tiānqí, raise her hands and send out a flurry of pale, milky hands, smashing them down into the black mist, but also the Wàn-nian Shēi Xióng, the Yín Chì Yèchā, and others—all present and engaged. The only figures absent were Ye Family’s Senior Elder and the large-headed stranger. Whether they had perished or simply were not within this spatial realm remained unknown. What surprised Han Li was that beside the giant wolf, there stood a human cultivator, guiding a shimmering silver loom that assisted the wolf. This woman was precisely the graceful one from Hua Xian Sect. At present, her face was veiled in black mist, her eyes lifeless, struggling to command her treasures against the furious Wood Lady, as though her very nature had been lost. The others, meanwhile, each employed their own powers, relentlessly attacking the giant wolf. Above the wolf, a surge of golden wind rolled continuously, with a black dragon concealed within, exhaling black gusts to counter a silver giant lotus and eight phantom beasts. The floating silver lotus, gleaming throughout, continuously released dense streams of Buddhist sutras from its petals. Each palm-sized character, upon touching the black wind expelled by the dragon, would instantly burst with a thunderous roar, scattering the otherwise formidable black wind in all directions. Black Wind Banner, Eight Spiritual Rulers! Han Li immediately recognized two heavenly immortal treasures, and was deeply astonished by the current condition of the two female disciples of Hua Xian Sect. Guiling had previously informed her that the two women seemed to be setting up some kind of magical array deep underground, with clear intentions in mind. If not for his urgent need to escape the black teleportation array, he would have surely gone to investigate secretly. Yet now, one of them appeared completely entranced and bewildered by the ancient immortal sage-ancestor. Even more surprising to Han Li was that, despite facing so many opponents, this massive wolf was still prevailing, driving them back step by step, unable to approach the altar at all. The thick, glossy black mist exhaled by the wolf flowed like a viscous liquid. Aside from the blood-blade formed from the blood of the ten-thousand-year-old corpse bear, which slashed and struck with vigorous energy, all others—both human and beast—had carefully shielded their bodies, refusing to let the mist touch them, and none dared to launch any ranged attacks using black energy. They continuously dispersed the approaching black mist using various spells and ranged attacks. As a result, the opponents were naturally constrained, falling behind in the overall battle. Had it not been for "Hua Tian Qi" and the Shē Xióng absorbing a significant portion of the giant wolf's attacks, and the silver lotus formed by the eight spiritual rods drawing the giant wolf's attention, occasionally requiring it to exhale black mist to support the black serpent, the group of humans and immortals would have been unable to hold on. Indeed, the deadly soul threads of the silver-winged night warrior and the golden waves emitted by the lion-beast seemed entirely ineffective against this dark magical mist. However, upon a quick glance, Han Li noticed an odd phenomenon. The two-headed giant wolf appeared unable to leave the altar, constantly hovering and fighting from above, steadfastly guarding the top of the altar without ever straying. This observation left Han Li quite surprised. At that moment, a voice of alarm and astonishment came from a nearby figure. "Unfortunate! The seal has indeed been broken. How could this ancient demon have activated the device meant to seal it?" Han Li was taken aback and turned to look in the direction mentioned. He saw Xuan Qingzi standing about twenty paces away, staring intently at a particular spot on the altar and gasping aloud. Beside him, the Qi Miao True Person also had a gloomy expression. Han Li realized that not only these two, but Lin Yinping, Lingxi Peacock, Gui Ling, and the humanoid automaton had all appeared within the ninth-level spatial realm—each of them unharmed, though at varying distances from one another. It seemed that the spatial rupture had not been an accident, but rather had triggered some kind of seal, instantly transporting all the inhabitants of the floor to this level. Nevertheless, Lin Yinping’s complexion was slightly pale, indicating that the sudden changes had unsettled her considerably. Han Li’s gaze swept over the scene quickly and immediately settled on the spot where Xuan Qingzi and the other were focusing. Upon closer inspection, however, he couldn’t help but softly exclaim. Behind the massive wolf, there stood two stone tablets several paces tall—gray and unremarkable, blending seamlessly into the background. But upon seeing these two stone steles, Han Li's face revealed a look of surprise, a sense of familiarity immediately flashing through his mind and prompting the name "Chi Ling Rou Yu" — a rare material. He had first encountered similar stone steles beneath the Ten-Thousand-Zhang Magmatic Chasm in the southern heavens. Back then, those steles had already shattered into several fragments. These two, however, were intact, and one of them bore a semi-embedded jade-green seal embedded within, causing the stele to emit a faint black glow that gently trembled. Han Li's expression changed as he noticed the glowing light on the steles resonating with the magical array surrounding the altar, as if the steles were the very hub of that array. The great wolf, too, seemed to be constantly guarding these steles, never straying from the altar. Han Li stared at the steles, momentarily bewildered. "Xuan Qingzi, Brother Qi, you've come at the perfect time." The ancient magical sage-ancestor was now releasing the seal and restriction upon the altar, while something seemed to be suppressed beneath it—though the nature of that thing was unknown, it was certain that the magical beast would not have its way. Upon seeing the arrival of Xuanqing Zi and the others, Mu Lady immediately exclaimed with great joy. "I have already witnessed this. Xuanqing, we must act swiftly—things don't look promising." The Seven-Perfection True Person, his expression grave and composed, called out to Xuanqing Zi and then swept his sleeve aside. Instantly, various hues of spiritual light flashed within the sleeve, and seven treasures shot forth simultaneously—items such as swords, blades, beads, and mirrors. Among them, a bronze mirror stood out—precisely the one Lin Yinping had borrowed before. These were the Seven True Treasures, renowned among the scholarly men of the late Jin Dynasty, now manifesting as seven distinct orbs of radiant light, rushing straight toward the massive wolf beneath. Xuanqing Zi sighed, yet did not hesitate. With a single hand movement, he reached into his sleeve and drew forth a yellow ancient sword, still sheathed. As soon as this sword was drawn, it appeared dim and dull, as though ancient and worn out. But upon the elder priest opening his mouth and spitting a cluster of refined blood onto the blade, the sword instantly awakened, as if just coming to life. A long, resonant roar of a dragon surged straight into the heavens, illuminating the sword with a brilliant, radiant glow. The elder priest then raised one hand, pressing his two fingers firmly against the sword's surface, then swiftly sweeping them downward. Suddenly, a vast blade of energy, stretching over ten dozen zhangs in length, shot forth from the ancient sword, radiating an imposing, celestial might and cutting straight downward with unstoppable force. Even before the thick, deep-yellow blade of energy had fully descended, it unleashed a thunderous roar, its passage cleaving the vast sky in two, leaving behind a long, luminous white scar. Since the arrival of Han Li and his companions, the great wolf formed from Yuan Sha's sacred lineage had naturally been observing them closely. Upon witnessing this astonishing display, the wolf's head and eyes flashed with a cold, sharp intensity. At once, its body trembled, and a layer of dark energy swiftly surged upward from the four paws standing on At the same time, the wolf opened its mouth and expelled a thick, liquid-black mist that surged forth in great waves into the air. "Be careful!" Wood Lady suddenly shouted, "This magical aura is extremely potent—any法宝's essence that comes into contact with it will immediately be corrupted and lose its powers!" The swordlight intertwined with dark energy, roaring with a thunderous sound. Countless golden sparks burst forth within the dark mist, piercing through the magical aura with countless wounds. Then, the seven treasures of Master Qiuyao's spiritual radiance was also engulfed, as if it could instantly disperse the magical mass and proceed to strike the massive wolf below. However, with several sharp "pffft" sounds, the two-headed giant wolf below responded with vigorous bursts of black energy, one after another. Immediately, the dark mist surged and swelled, completely submerging the golden light and spiritual radiance. The luminous glow flickered wildly before fading into silence. The Seventh Perfection Immortal saw the situation growing dire and immediately pressed a series of gestures, drawing back the seven treasures. Yet Xuanqing Zi, with his ancient sword, struck repeatedly, finally managing to hold off the surging magical aura pressing against him beneath a shimmering yellow veil of sword blades. Yet he quickly turned to the scholar, speaking with serious gravity: "Seventh Perfection Brother, it appears ordinary treasures cannot withstand this demon. Act swiftly and deploy those treasures now. The seal seems to require more time to fully open—we cannot afford any further delay. I shall protect my friend!" "Understood. Thank you, Brother Xuanqing." The Seventh Perfection Immortal responded without hesitation, nodded promptly, and then raised one hand to tap his storage bag. Instantly, a bright white glow flashed, and several green circular rings, each about the size of a palm, floated into his hands. Meanwhile, Han Li released dozens of golden flying swords, forming a sweeping sword shadow. Before the demon's aura could reach them, golden arcs burst forth, accompanied by thunderous crackles, scattering and dissipating the entire magical force.