The shimmering light curtain formed by the Golden Radiance Barrier shattered, revealing a lustrous, pearl-white orb the size of a broad bean—crystalline and transparent, clearly condensed from the Yuan Sha Saint Patriarch's own divine awareness. The sheer magnitude of consciousness required to achieve this was unimaginable. It was no wonder this demon could effortlessly repel even tenth-level beasts and late-stage cultivators. Han Li was astounded, yet on his three-flame fan, three hues of light pulsed and swiftly coalesced into a fiery shield that materialized before him. The shield shimmered with interwoven gold, silver, and crimson glyphs, exuding an aura of profound mystery. At the same moment, Han Li opened his mouth without hesitation, expelling a small bronze cauldron encased in a pool of jade-green light. Almost simultaneously, the golden light curtain finally collapsed completely. The pearl-white orb flashed once and settled upon the tri-colored fire shield. Yet, upon impact, the shield shattered instantly, proving ineffective—its flames having no effect whatsoever on the orb, which plunged directly into the pool of jade-green light. A tremor passed through the Qingguang medium cauldron, and dense strands of emerald hair burst forth, forming a net. The round orb, as it surged inward, was suddenly halted mid-flight amidst the flashing emerald light. Han Li's face lit up with joy, while the magical image stiffened, its purple eyes blazing brightly, fixed intently on the Xuting Small Cauldron. Xuanqing Zi and Shi Xiong were both stunned—both had expected Han Li to meet the same fate as the silver-winged night warrior, instantly vaporized by the self-explosion. Xuanqing Zi had even drawn out a yellow, slightly torn boundary scroll from his hand, ready to risk Han Li's life in an attempt to breach the spatial barrier and escape. Yet he hesitated, fearing that such a bold move might immediately provoke an attack from the magical image. Meanwhile, the small fox formed from Yin Yue had already sped over to Huatianqi's side. A shimmer of silver light erupted from within the white fox, flashed once, and then seamlessly entered Huatianqi's body. Huatianqi instantly trembled, then remained motionless in midair. "This is promising—she has managed to withstand my divine "Let the Holy Ancestor see what kind of treasure this is!" The magical statue said calmly, then raised a single hand toward Han Li far in the distance. With a sharp "crack," a massive black palm, like a small mountain, floated silently above Han Li's head and pressed down without a sound. Han Li felt a sudden chill, and as thunder roared behind him, he immediately summoned the Lightning Transcendance Technique to escape. However, just as the silver light began to appear behind him, he sensed the air around him grow dense, several black vapors rising from his body, and his Wind-Thunder Wings were completely unable to unfold. Han Li was startled—now he understood why all the previously adept creatures skilled in various flight techniques had failed to escape. With no choice, he used his divine awareness to activate the Qi Heaven Cauldron before him. Thick, silken threads instantly shot upward into the air, breaking through the space. At the same time, the humanoid automaton raised its hand, and after a deep rumble of thunder, a bright green glow surged forward in a golden arc, striking the black palm. Though the silk threads formed by the Qi Heaven Cauldron were remarkably strong, having only studied the first level The result was only a brief pause in the magical palm before it shattered piece by piece. As the emerald glow struck the palm, a golden arc flashed and pierced through, creating a hole several feet wide—yet after a flash of black light, the hole vanished entirely. The magical palm, as if unimpressed, continued downward, seizing the body of Han Li with firm grip and then pressing firmly upon it. With a loud "thud," a surge of green light rippled, and Han Li's body burst apart. Satisfied, the statue relaxed the five fingers of the palm and reached out again, this time to grasp the Virtual Heaven Cauldron. The corpse caught in the mage's grasp shimmered with a faint green glow, then coalesced into a delicate green seal. Suddenly, the floating celestial tripod vanished from its original spot, reappearing moments later hovering above Han Li's head. The seal now dimmed in luminous brightness—exactly the "Spirit-Transmutation Seal" Han Li had received from the Heavens Seal Sect. Though Han Li had nurtured it within his body for several years, it had still not fully been refined. However, thanks to the reinforcing effect of the "Spirit-Calling Seal" he had previously cast, and because this seal itself was of wood nature, it could still be sufficiently activated with considerable expenditure of magical energy. It was only at the very instant the mage's hands closed around him that Han Li used the seal as a substitute body, successfully deflecting the attack. This unexpected turn left the others utterly astonished. Yet the spectral image of the mage, upon seeing this, merely sneered and then raised a single hand, aiming directly at Han Li, while subtly curling his fingers. Han Li felt his heart sink—now, with all his treasures of power deployed, he had no further confidence in withstanding the next assault. At a loss, Lin had no choice but to grit his teeth and channel the remaining spiritual power into the Xutian Ding, causing the artifact to swell dramatically until it grew to a span in size and stood firmly in front of him. His entire body shimmered with golden arcs and purple flames, forming a radiant protective aura that enveloped him. At the same time, the humanoid automaton swiftly moved and materialized before Han Li, folding its hands. A continuous flow of vibrant hues of color radiated around it, glowing brilliantly, as if transforming the automaton itself into a defensive magical artifact. "You're...?" The statue gazed at the figure before it, expression surprised. "Linglong!" Han Li stared at the woman's back, and couldn't help but gasp softly. "This woman said firmly. Although Han Li had fortunately escaped injury, his expression had grown increasingly grave. After finishing her words, the silver-haired woman turned away from Han Li and faced the distant magical statue. "The Silver Moon Clan! What is your relationship with Ao Xiao, that old wolf?" Surprisingly, the statue did not immediately rush to attack her, but instead narrowed her eyes and asked a question. "Ao Xiao, the Royal Beast King, is our ancestor," the silver-haired woman replied flatly. "You are his granddaughter!" the statue frowned, clearly surprised by this answer. "Do you know our ancestor?" Linglong also showed a subtle change in expression, her voice now slightly different. "I don't know him personally, but we fought two battles during our expeditions to the Spirit Realm. I have always held his 'Xiao Yue Beast Technique' in high regard," the statue said slowly. Upon hearing this, the silver-haired woman raised her elegant brows, yet remained silent. "Since you are his descendant, I cannot treat you as a mere junior. Then, let me—" You may leave here. I will not intervene. But you must swear by the name of your grandfather that you will not obstruct the divine presence of this Saint Ancestor, who has sent out a portion of his essence to carry out affairs in this realm. The magical statue hesitated, its voice softened. Clearly, this Saint Ancestor held the old Master Ao Xiao in high regard. "Let me go? Master Ancestor, you are quite overconfident. Should your entire divine awareness descend upon this realm, I might indeed turn and depart. But even this small outpouring of true demonic energy—well, that would be a generous measure, receiving only one-tenth of your divine awareness. Why should I leave?" Linglong sneered, speaking with clear impatience. Upon hearing Linglong's words, the statue's expression darkened immediately. "A mere late-stage Immortal cultivator, with no physical form at all—how presumptuous of you! Even with just one-tenth of your divine awareness, I could easily extinguish you. Since you have spoken so firmly, you shall not leave. I shall ensure that both your form and spirit are utterly annihilated." The statue seemed deeply stirred by Linglong's words. Without hesitation, he reached out with one hand, palm extended toward the silver-haired woman, and made a sudden grasp into the void. As his fingers spread open, a series of sharp, rushing sounds of air being torn echoed through the space. A cascade of shimmering, tangible crystal streaks burst forth from his hands, flooding the surrounding area with a brilliant, radiant hue, radiating an astonishing power. At a distance, the ancient尸bear guarding the barely-remaining husk of "Hua Tian Qi" instantly had his eyes blaze with extraordinary light upon hearing the name of the "Inverse Star Disk," fixing his gaze tightly on the circular disk before Linglong, his face displaying a strange expression. Since the silver-haired woman had appeared, the Xuanqing Zi and the Seven Marvels True Person had been somewhat stunned; however, upon hearing the name "Inverse Star Disk," they exchanged startled glances and then likewise cast greedy glances toward the distant disk. "Your relationship with the seven royal princes of the demonic race? The Inverse Star Disk is held exclusively by the seven demonic princes and the three emperors among humans!" the magical statue exclaimed, his face hardening as he spoke with sharp intensity.