After a series of vigorous attacks, the old Taoist clearly realized that, given the prolonged failure to penetrate the magical aura, the Master of the Wood family's immortal embryo likely faced a grim fate. Upon hearing the true words of the Seventh Master, a flash of sternness crossed his face, and without further words, he shook his sleeve, launching a small, earth-yellow seal that hovered above his head. The seal was square and smooth, with a warm, jade-like luster, yet its surface alternated between light and dark, revealing layers of golden and silver script. Though the emitted qi was calm and steady, it was immensely powerful. Han Li glanced at it, his expression subtly shifting. "The Plain Mountain Seal!" a woman murmured in surprise. Han Li's eyes brightened as he turned to look. Indeed, Lin Yincheng, standing to the side, was covering her red lips with her hand, staring in astonishment at the small seal. This very artifact had been seen before during the underground auction, where it had appeared as a replica of the celestial spiritual treasure known as the Plain Mountain Seal. Although Han Li had to withdraw midway from the auction, he later heard that the artifact had fetched a record-breaking price, securing the bidding of an unknown cultivator. He hadn't expected it to end up in the hands of the Taimei Sect. Indeed, the Taimei Sect proved to be financially robust—no wonder it ranks as the foremost sect of the orthodox path. Upon seeing Pingshan Yin unveil the small drum, the Seven-Perfection Master burst into laughter and, with a single hand lift, gently curved his index finger, tapping it against the small drum in the air. A deep, resonant sound erupted from the drum. At the same moment, the small drum flashed a vibrant crimson glow, and a subtle ring of red light gradually emerged around it. The middle-aged scholar immediately followed up, extending another finger and tapping it out, producing another deep thud. The red glow intensified, now bright and sharp, and expanded in radius. The drumbeats continued to rise, and gradually, a sun-like crimson orb began to rise in the sky. The blood-red radiance, accompanied by the steady, resonant drumming, allowed everyone to clearly sense the immense power contained within the rising sun. On the other side, the Fan Tian Yin cast by Xuan Qing Zi had, even before the old sage finished reciting his incantations, gradually transformed into a towering mountain several dozen zhang high, as a series of spell techniques were sequentially activated. Layer upon layer of magical seals and incantations were densely arranged across the surface of the jade seal, creating a richly intricate pattern. The brilliant yellow halos surrounding it further enhanced its ethereal aura, making it seem as though it were a true celestial treasure. A flash of cold light gleamed in the giant wolf's eyes. With a sharp exhalation, it opened its mouth, and a dark luminescence surged forth, from which a black orb slowly emerged, hovering before it, gently swelling and contracting. Then, one after another, dark beams erupted from the wolf's mouth, vanishing successively into the orb. The orb rapidly expanded, soon growing to the size of a house, and then floated upward, settling gently atop the giant wolf's head. The orb was deep and mysterious, its profound darkness instantly evoking a sense of awe. It continued to grow in size. "Go!" Xuan Qingzi's face darkened. With a solemn point of his palm toward the sky, he launched his attack first. The Pingshan Seal radiated myriad beams of light, transforming into a yellow meteor that struck the giant wolf directly on the altar. At the same time, the crimson sun trembled and followed immediately. Both attacks shimmered with extraordinary brilliance, and upon making contact with the dark energy, they broke through with unstoppable force—clearly, the earlier magical aura could no longer withstand the power of these two treasures. Although merely reproductions of Lingbao, when combined skillfully, their single strike matched the ordinary power of a genuine Lingbao. The giant wolf, witnessing this, immediately expelled a surge of light and rushed it into the massive luminous sphere above his head. At once, the black sphere trembled, emitting a deep, oceanic hum, then shot forth directly toward the two upper treasures. Everywhere it passed, the magical aura was swept into its core, creating an astonishing spectacle. Finally, the three strange objects collided silently in the air. A tremendous roar shook the entire space, and at that moment, the three luminous essences—black light, yellow mist, and crimson glow—burst simultaneously, forming a clearly defined barrier of spiritual energy. One side was as dark as ink, resembling an endless expanse of starry sky, while the other side shimmered with interwoven hues of yellow and red, radiant and dreamlike. A deep, resonant sound erupted at the boundary between the two, reminiscent of thunder yet also resembling the clashing of countless weapons—interweaving and alternating in volume, sometimes swelling, sometimes fading. At the straight dividing line, black light would momentarily overwhelm the yellow and red hues, only for the yellow and red to surge forth with sharp flashes, pushing back the black light by a fraction. For a moment, the two forces appeared to be locked in a tense standoff, utterly strange and unexpected. Yet this equilibrium lasted only briefly. After the great wolf continuously unleashed towering beams of light, the black light finally prevailed, pressing the yellow and red radiance back, forcing it to retreat step by step. Upon witnessing this, Xuan Qingzi and Qi Miao both grew visibly alarmed. Neither had anticipated that, after the opponent's body had been transformed into a magical form, he could withstand their two replica spiritual artifacts solely through his own innate powers. As they rapidly activated their hand seals, channeling their full spiritual energy into Ping Shan Yin and Chih Ming Gu, they exchanged glances, each reading astonishment in the other's eyes. The ancient magical sage's ability to divide his essence was far beyond their expectations. Not only had the previously flawless antimagic ring failed, but now even their most prized possessions seemed unable to contain the other party. Moreover, the seal on this altar appeared to be about to be unveiled at once. Though the exact cause was unclear, it was evident that this was no ordinary matter. As the two figures grew increasingly concerned, Han Li, standing to one side, suddenly struck his waist with one hand, and a beam of tri-color spiritual light shot forth, spiraling before settling into his hands—revealing the Three-Flame Fan. He gazed steadily at the distant contest between the powers of the Yin and Yang realms, took a deep breath, and with a subtle mental command, the concealed humanoid automaton suddenly materialized behind him. Then, without hesitation, Han Li rubbed his palms together, and the fan rapidly expanded, soon transforming into a colossal fan several zhang in size, now firmly in his hands. Though he didn't wish to fully concentrate and engage in a direct struggle with the ancient magical sage-ancestor dwelling within the giant wolf's body, he was well aware that should the two—Xuan Qingzi and the middle-aged scholar—be defeated under such circumstances, his own fate would be far from favorable. Thus, when he saw both of them deploying such powerful artifacts and clearly showing signs of strain, he could no longer hold back and had to step in to lend a hand. "Comrade, your这件 treasure..." Han Li said nothing, merely shaking his hand-held fan. At once, a surge of tri-color flame erupted from the fan's surface, coalescing and taking shape into a three-colored fire phoenix several dozen paces tall. With a phoenix-like cry, it spread its wings and charged straight toward the distant yellow and red lights. At this moment, the Silver-Winged Night-Boar and the others, both human and immortal, were relatively calm, as they had seen韩立 use the Three-Flame Fan before. However, the ancient corpse bear was momentarily stunned, glancing at韩立 with renewed interest, his eyes flashing a touch of surprise. Xu Qingzi and Qiaoqi the True Person were equally delighted. Though they did not know exactly what kind of spiritual artifact the Three-Flame Fan in韩立's hands was, they were certain its power surpassed that of Pingshan Seal and Chiming Drum. Without hesitation, both immediately began rapidly activating their own treasures, intensifying the golden and crimson glow once more, eager to seize this rare opportunity and, with the combined strength of their three treasures, finally defeat this ancient magical sage who had split off his divine essence. As韩立 launched the fan strike, his face grew pale. He quickly waved his sleeve, and a shimmering jade bottle appeared in his hand. He swiftly poured a drop of spiritual elixir into his mouth, and the previously depleted spiritual energy surged back to full strength within moments. Just after completing all this, a piercing howl of a wolf suddenly rang out, startling Han Li, who immediately lifted his head. He saw the great wolf on the altar suddenly enveloped in a glaring black glow, from within which the howl emanated—but no one could see anything inside. Even when Han Li stirred, his eyes flashing with blue light, activating his Qing Ming spiritual sight, he still could not penetrate the black glow. This caused him to furrow his brow. Suddenly, Han Li sensed something flash within the glow, and then his body's silver shield trembled, followed by a burst of cold light that struck it with astonishing force—so sudden that he had no time to react. "Unbelievable!" Han Li's heart sank at this strange sight. Without hesitation, he shifted his stance, only to hear a crisp crack in his ears, followed by two more "puff" sounds. His body jolted, and then he was launched backward. "Huh!" A soft "Hmm?" of surprise echoed from the Umang on the altar, followed by a cold huff, and then something flashed. "Master, hurry—this is a Tianlang drill!" Silver Moon's panicked voice rang out in Han Li's consciousness. At the same time, a figure darted past Han Li. Several dull thuds followed, and the figure immediately staggered, retreating several steps—revealing the humanoid automaton that had been concealed near Han Li. However, the green robe draped over the figure now bore two strange short blades at its chest and dantian, half-inserted into the automaton's body. (Second update!)