The two demons, upon seeing the two magical beings formed from concentrated magical essences charging toward them, instantly flickered into action. Without hesitation, the silver-winged yaksha vanished into the wind. The lion-beast, meanwhile, roared with fury, spinning around sharply and sending out a wave of golden energy that struck one of the magical beings. That creature merely raised its large sword to block, but was immediately engulfed by the golden surge, its body shattering piece by piece and dissolving back into faint magical mist. The other magical being, however, raised its sword and launched a blade of about a foot in length—yet even as it did so, the silver-winged yaksha appeared mysteriously behind it. With a quick snap of ten fingers, ten strands of grayish, deadly spiritual energy shot forth, piercing through the creature’s body and tearing it into fragments. Having so easily eliminated these two beings, the silver-winged yaksha still stared intently at the lingering magical mist before him, frowning with growing seriousness. Clearly, this demon did not believe that the two beings had truly been vanquished. Indeed, the magical aura surged and rippled before him, and as black light flashed, the two magical creatures reformed exactly as they had been moments before. As soon as they appeared, one lunged straight at the silver-winged yaksha, opening its mouth to unleash waves of magical energy directly toward him. The silver-winged yaksha furrowed his brow, raising his hand and sending out another strand of Shadou silk, which immediately entangled with the black mist. Meanwhile, the other creature transformed its form, expanding into a giant eagle measuring over a zhang in height, closing in swiftly on the lion-beast. With its dark, sharp claws and hooked beak, it launched a fierce melee attack. Instantly, black and purple feathers scattered between the two massive birds. The lion-beast clearly held the upper hand, yet the black giant eagle, no matter how heavily wounded, instantly regained its full strength as black light flowed through its body—seeming almost invincible. On the silver-winged yaksha's side, the same phenomenon occurred: no matter how many times the Shadou silk destroyed the magical creatures, they would reform and reappear within moments. Clearly, these two creatures were akin to outer manifestations—should the core remain intact and be sustained by ample magical energy, they would be truly indestructible. That's precisely why the Yuan Sha Saint-Founder dispatched his divine consciousness to employ them to bind the two demons. He clearly did not expect them to defeat the demons, only that they remain in place, preventing the two from damaging the stone pillar further. The silver-winged yaksha likewise understood the situation clearly, though these two creatures, though exceptionally defenseless, emitted magical energy streams indistinguishable from those of the great wolf. The two demons had no choice but to reluctantly fend them off, unable to concentrate on anything else. In the meantime, the stone pillar, which had been struck and partially shattered, began to self-repair in the midst of flickering luminous radiance, restoring its broken sections to their original condition within moments. This development left the silver-winged yaksha even more exasperated. The condition of the two demons was also clearly visible to the corpse bear, who was likewise surprised. "Hua Tianqi" was steadily focusing his divine awareness to form several large hands, continuously smashing them downward into the surging magical qi. Yet suddenly, he transmitted a cold tone to the corpse bear: "Do not worry. This technique—dividing his divine awareness to create an outer avatar—is already pushing the limits of his ability. With only one region of his consciousness dedicated to this, he can only manifest two such avatars at most. Otherwise, this demon would have no need to exhaust himself battling us; he could simply summon more avatars, and then we would surely be defeated. What matters now is that this demon has forcibly transformed my body into a magical form using his qi. Though it is only temporary, the continuous absorption of the pure magical qi from the altar, constantly refining my body, will soon solidify this transformation. In due course, when the demon's spirit and the physical form merge completely, I shall no longer have the chance to reclaim my body. And when the demon regains his full powers, even together, we will not be able to stand against him. Thus, I shall take this risk and try once." "Try once? What does the queen mean by that?" The corpse bear was startled, yet asked respectfully. "I'll use my secret technique to penetrate this wolf's body and forcibly compete with the magical spirit for control of the form. Though the body has been corrupted by magic and will likely be at a disadvantage, I'll manage to temporarily lose control of the silver wolf's form. As for what to do next—I'm sure you understand my intentions." Long Meng spoke calmly. "I understand the Queen's plan, but doesn't this seem rather risky?" Shibi Bear, as he drove the bloodlight to cleave through a large mass of magical aura beneath, hesitated. "Risky? If we're not willing to take risks, once the altar seal is broken, we'll have absolutely no chance at all." Long Meng replied with some impatience. "What exactly lies sealed beneath the altar, Queen? It seems you're particularly cautious about it. Could it be one of the powerful magical artifacts left behind by the ancient magic realm when it transitioned into the human world?" Shibi Bear asked. "If it truly is some such artifact, that would be ideal." Even if this demon proves mighty once it's in our hands, we can still evacuate this location first, gather other human cultivators, and launch a coordinated assault against it—one by one, we will surely be able to eliminate it. Will I continue to hold on here, enduring until the end? I believe the seal on this altar mostly preserves the genuine demonic essence that flowed into the human realm when the ancient demonic realm first established the channel to ours. "Pureness? Ordinary magical energy, with the divine prowess of ancient cultivators, can naturally purify it. But true magical energy carries the fundamental essence of the ancient realm of the demons—the very root of the demon realm—and when it reaches the human world, its original purpose is to transform the celestial and terrestrial spiritual energy of the human realm. It's not something that can be easily erased. In our spiritual realm, there might still be ways to completely eliminate it. But in the human world, it's extremely difficult. Before I was sealed, I had heard from the Three Elders of Kunwu about this: after the war, they intended to gather and confine most of the true magical energy, distributing it to several key locations in the human world where the spiritual energy is most abundant, and use the refined energy to suppress it. And since I once fused with the ancient Demon Sage, I can faintly sense the seal beneath the altar—this very true magical energy. It seems mostly useful, though without a span of a million years, these magical essences won't truly be purified and eradicated. Should they be released now, human cultivators would find it utterly impossible to reseal them. To mention nothing of the ancient magical sage-ancestor, who has now absorbed the true magical essence—after that transformation, he would likely stand unmatched throughout the entire human realm. Jing Meng paused, then poured out all her thoughts in one breath. Hearing this, the尸bear was deeply astonished, his face shifting between expressions of surprise and concern. "Even if the human realm were completely transformed into a magical one, what then? How would that affect us? Back then, when the phoenix and human royal families sent their princesses and noble consorts to expel the ancient, cross-boundary dragons and demons, we had already fulfilled our duties. Now, should any further misfortunes arise, we can't blame ourselves. Perhaps it's better if we—" The尸bear's eyes flashed with a cold, hesitant tone as he offered his suggestion. "I knew it. You were once a spiritual creature of the human realm, a sacred beast of the earth. How could you have so patiently come all the way to the Sealing I still wish to make use of the Inverse Spirit Channel to return to the Spirit Realm. Yet your cultivation has not surpassed the stage of Perfected Immortal. Even if you enter the channel, you will merely be dispersed and dissolved by the spatial forces. Moreover, how could you possibly know that I know the exact location of this channel?" Long Meng suddenly sneered. "Your Grace is jesting. As a spirit beast serving humans, that was something I experienced before I awakened my spiritual consciousness. As for how I will traverse the channel, I shall leave it to your Grace to trust me. I have prepared for this for so many years, and thus have a reasonable degree of confidence. And as the consort of the Celestial Kuai Demon King, if you don't know the location of the channel, then I truly wonder who else knows of it." The fluffy face of the thousand-year-old corpse bear smiled gently. "Hmph. Very well, I'll believe you for now. To be honest, only when I have fully restored my original body can I retrace the path and locate the Inverse Spirit Channel once again. So don't even think about trying to flee. Simply follow my instructions faithfully." Long Meng said without hesitation. "Yes, as long as the Princess fulfills her promise and truly agrees to bring us all back to the Spirit Realm, our small party will surely give her their very best, fighting to the death." Shixiong opened his mouth wide and replied without hesitation. "That's all I need! You go ahead and protect me." Longmeng nodded with satisfaction. At that moment, the stone pillars surrounding the altar gradually became brilliantly luminous, emitting a low, resonant hum. Strange, ancient runes began to emerge on the surface of each pillar, gently trembling. Those human and spirit beings who witnessed this were all quietly astonished. The Seventh Master, Liu Miao, who was holding a small crimson drum in his hands, grew serious. Though he had not heard the conversation between Long Meng and the ten-thousand-year-old尸bear, a distinct, unwelcome foreboding arose within him. With a firm determination, he finally tossed the drum into the air, launching it into the mid-space, and shouted sharply: "Xuan Qingzi, what are you waiting for? Quickly present the new item you have obtained! Otherwise, disaster will surely be upon us!" (First update!)