After being knocked back several dozen paces, Han Li felt a sudden, sharp pain in his abdomen, his surprise and shock causing his inner qi to momentarily congeal. Yet, upon lowering his head to examine his body, he gasped in astonishment. The originally silver-hued shield formed from Yuan Gang's energy and the faint, emerald glow protecting him had both been pierced simultaneously, each revealing a hole the size of a clenched fist. His robe was torn, and the armor crafted from golden insects, which shone with radiant hues of gold and silver, had also been penetrated, revealing the inner dark-colored armor beneath. A crack several inches long had formed in this inner armor, and a strange, silvery blade was embedded there, extending slightly into his abdomen. A flash of green qi rippled across Han Li's face, and a low exclamation escaped his lips. Suddenly, a delicate layer of pale gold shimmered across his entire body. The strange blade seemed to be struck by an immense force and was instantly rebounded, shooting upward into the sky. With a slight shift of his body and a movement of his arm, Han Li caught the blade firmly in his hand, now able to clearly observe its true form. About half a foot long, slightly curved, resembling a sharp crescent blade. Yet upon closer inspection, he realized it was actually a sharp claw nail from a wolf's paw. Han Li was startled and immediately focused again on the wound on his abdomen. There, a wound several inches deep had not bled at all—instead, the exposed flesh shimmered with an unusual clarity, subtly interwoven with faint golden threads. This was precisely the effect of the first level of the Ming Wang Decision, which had made his body nearly as resilient as refined iron. Otherwise, despite his numerous layers of protection, this blow would have pierced his vital organs directly, causing him to collapse instantly. The so-called "Sky-Wolf Drill" truly was astonishing. Han Li was deeply impressed, and raised his head to gaze once more at the human-shaped automaton before him. He observed that the areas struck by two massive wolf claws still emitted vibrant hues of five colors, though they had penetrated deeply into his body—yet the automaton seemed completely unharmed. At this sight, he immediately felt a great sense of relief. It appears that the puppet body crafted from Jang Yin and the Five Elements Jade indeed proves far more resilient than expected. The ancient Magus Saint Ancestor within the Umang was equally astonished when the attack that should have struck home—designed to be decisive—failed to make an impact on successive attempts. Indeed, the Sky Wolf's Drilling Technique, employed just now, was one of its most powerful abilities. Each use required the destruction of one of the four silver claws' fingernails, each of which had been painstakingly refined over countless years of cultivation by the Silver Wolf. The strength of these fingernails was such that even a Dao-Stage cultivator would hesitate to face them. Of course, the current power is somewhat diminished due to the Yuan Sha Saint Ancestor channeling his magical energy through a partial concentration. Yet, despite this, three fingernails were successfully absorbed by a Yuan婴中期 cultivator, leaving the ancient Magus Saint Ancestor momentarily stunned. At that moment, after the umang had receded, the massive form of the giant wolf vanished completely, revealing instead a slender, graceful figure—none other than the black-robed woman who had previously transformed the wolf into human form. Yet now, this woman was no longer clad in her black robe; instead, she was entirely enveloped in a formidable, gleaming black armor. On the front of the armor, a monstrous, two-horned creature's head was engraved, while several black spines, each reaching a span in length, emerged from her shoulders and limbs, shimmering with a cold, eerie luminescence that sent a shiver of dread through onlookers. "Good news, this ability seems to be possessed only by a portion of the ancient demons—most ancient demons lack it. Otherwise, the outcome of that great battle would have been far from certain." Silver Moon explained seriously to Han Li. "You remember this, too?" Han Li was somewhat surprised. At the same time, with a subtle movement of his consciousness, the humanoid automaton stirred and removed two silver blades from its body, then swiftly stored them away. Immediately, a cascade of five-colored glimmers flowed through the wound, gradually healing it—almost simultaneously, the golden insect armor on his abdomen began to pulse and restored itself to its original state. As for the silver light shield, Han Li simply drew it in and reformed it into a small silver shield, now positioned before him. "I'm not entirely sure what's happening. It seems as though my memories are slowly awakening—some previously hazy details are now clear, and new things I didn't know before have begun to emerge." Silver Moon chuckled softly. Han Li's gaze flickered uncertainly, and he remained silent. The humanoid automaton swayed slightly and stood beside him. At this moment, the cloaked woman turned her gaze away from Han Li and fixed it on the dark glow above, now pressed down by the three extraordinary treasures, her expression turning strangely composed. Suddenly, she pressed her palms together in a series of gestures, murmuring clear and melodious incantations. Then, with a delicate flick of her slender fingers, ten unremarkable fine black threads struck the stone stele embedded with the Dragon Seal. The stele shimmered with deep black light and immediately resonated with a loud hum. The stone pillars surrounding the altar began to sway more vigorously, as if responding in unison. The black-armored woman's stern expression flickered, her flowing hair standing upright, her face instantly becoming fierce. Immediately, the altar beneath her trembled slightly, and parts of its surface, under the shifting black glow, began to crack, sending out countless surges of dark magical energy. Seeing this, the black-armored woman's eyes flashed with wildness, and she burst into a satisfied, triumphant laugh. Then, a sharp, piercing cry rang out—"Pò!" The black mist rising from the altar instantly coalesced and interwove in the air, swirling and rolling before finally taking the form of a massive black magical figure. The figure was as tall as a pavilion, robust in build, clad in armor that matched precisely the black armor worn by the woman—only its head bore the likeness of a graceful young woman with two delicate, short horns sprouting from her brow, her eyes closed. "Master Yuansha, the Sage-Founder!" As soon as the figure appeared, the尸熊, who had been protecting "Hua Tianqi" in the air, gasped, his face pale, and called out in surprise. Han Li and Xuan Qingzi and the others were equally stunned. At that very moment, the great figure slowly opened its eyes—two pools of luminous, deep purple stars, like those in an endless night sky, gleaming brightly. Just then, the black light atop the figure's head finally gave way to the combined power of the three treasures, collapsing completely and dispersing into countless streaks of black light, which then fell downward. The vibrant yellow-and-red light, unimpeded, surged downward with unwavering force, sweeping across the sky as if a vast yellow-and-red luminous curtain had materialized above the altar, creating an awe-inspiring presence. The statue seemed to sense the unusual phenomenon, lifting its head and coldly gazing at the yellow-and-red light descending directly upon it. With a casual upward gesture, it lightly struck the air. A tremendous roar echoed. Suddenly, a massive black magical claw—spanning several acres—appeared in mid-air, reaching upward as if plucking the moon from the ocean's depths. A flash of black light revealed that its five fingers had instantly torn five deep, dark grooves into the yellow-and-red celestial veil. As the five claws closed together, the great seal and the small crimson drum unexpectedly materialized between the fingers. In the very next instant, the all-encompassing yellow-and-red light vanished as if in a dream, leaving no trace. Everyone witnessed this scene, utterly stunned. The statue bowed slightly, gazing at the young creature in its hands. As purple light flickered, a voice—strange, cold, and slightly puzzled—emerged. " This... this is the Human Realm!" Then the magical statue looked neither at the crowd in the air nor at the black-armored woman beneath it, simply stretched out its arms and slowly turned its head to gaze down upon her. The black-armored woman maintained a composed expression and gazed back equally. After a brief exchange of glances, the statue spoke: "Indeed, you still live—worthy of the great effort I made back then to bring you to the mortal realm. This time, you've summoned me merely to deal with these mere insects here? Doesn't that seem rather wasteful! You should know by now that I've been summoned twice already. Following this summoning, the spiritual imprint I've planted within your consciousness will vanish completely. And the true magical energy consumed in this summoning is sufficient to fully refine a whole contingent of our Saint Ancestry clan." "You are me, and I am you. If there were no other option, I would have resorted to this very measure. Without the true magical energy seeping out from beneath this altar, I simply wouldn't have the strength to summon you again at this very moment." The black-armored woman raised her eyebrows slightly, replied coldly. "Ah, so it is!" I said this effort to manifest and take form was so taxing—originally, it wasn't your inherent magical aura that summoned me across realms. It seems I must act swiftly now. I don't know how long these magical auras can sustain my transformation. The massive statue nodded, gazing at the dark magic continuously flowing into its feet from the altar, and spoke softly. Then it lifted its head toward the gathered crowd. Under the piercing, cold gaze of the statue's purple eyes, every human and spirit instantly braced themselves, alert and vigilant—some even began to silently retreat without a sound. Yet, as if the statue had subtly moved its lips, it raised one hand and gently tapped a massive magical finger toward a certain direction. A sharp crack echoed, and something flashed and vanished instantly. The lion-beast, which had been trembling alongside the giant eagle-like creature, suddenly let out a piercing, agonized cry. Its body instantly swelled, and then, with a thunderous "boom," it exploded without warning. (First chapter!)