The elderly woman's face paled upon seeing this monster. As soon as she flashed a shimmer of crystal light and then vanished it, she shouted fiercely at Han Li: "If you do not lend me this cauldron, not a single one of us will be able to withstand this demon's power." Just as she finished speaking, a thunderous roar echoed through the mist, and a massive, dark beam of light burst forth, precisely striking Xuanqingzi, the elder monk. Startled, the monk spun his ancient sword in a whirlwind, unleashing countless streams of golden sword energy, barely managing to hold off the assault. However, at that very moment, the demon's aura surged violently, and suddenly three-headed monstrous forms surged forth from the mist, vanishing as swiftly as they appeared. Xuanqingzi was momentarily stunned—just as he was taken aback, a silent flash of black light appeared above him, and the three-headed forms materialized seamlessly from the void. With years of combat experience, Xuanqingzi had surely faced countless battles, and thus his instincts were exceptional—he immediately sensed the presence of the three-headed figures the moment they appeared. The ancient sword in his hands cut swiftly and without hesitation, then his body spun around, transforming into a streak of refined brilliance and shooting off. As the massive magical shadow's two side heads roared with fierce laughter, its massive mouth erupted with two beams of black light. The sword's blade energy was shattered instantly upon contact with one beam, while the other beam, after a brief flash, somehow caught up with the refined brilliance formed by Xuanqingzi and effortlessly engulfed it. The protective octagonal mirror and jade pendant, which had transformed into a luminous shield, dissolved and vanished within the beams, unable to withstand even a moment's resistance. The elder was greatly startled, quickly swinging his ancient sword to form a brilliant aura that encircled his body. Yet, a sudden explosion of black light followed, and the yellow glow flickered a few times before fading completely. With a piercing cry of agony, the elder fell silent. After the dark light passed, the spot remained utterly empty—as if both his treasures and his immortal essence had been completely evaporated from existence. Others were not stunned. The old master had remained unharmed throughout the prolonged exchange just now, yet now, barely engaged in combat, he was effortlessly eliminated. The shift was indeed remarkable. At the same time, as they gasped in surprise, they clearly observed the forms of these three monstrous beings and felt a deep chill. Clearly, the creatures were indeed manifestations of the black-armored woman. Now standing nearly three to four zhang tall, her central head retained the graceful, beautiful face of a woman as before, but on either side, two massive wolf-heads—each as large as a water cistern—rose, their appearance terrifying. Her body was mostly clad in dark, battle-worn armor, while the exposed limbs were covered in fine, dark wolf fur. Her six arms bore dark, bluish scales, and though her palms were bare, her ten fingers were sharp and glinted with a cold, dark luminescence. The sheer scale of this creature, combined with the manner in which she had just dispatched Xuanqingzi, left everyone deeply astonished. Yet this demon clearly had expended considerable vital energy. The wolf-headed creatures on either side appeared unaffected, but the middle female figure's face was pale, and the purple glow in her eyes had dimmed noticeably. The two originally puffing out clouds and spouting mist within the demon's aura—eagle-winged, human-bodied beings—had vanished entirely after the appearance of the three-headed demon. It seemed likely that, upon transforming, the demon could no longer sustain such a heavy accumulation of magical energy. Seeing the demon thus weakened, the corpse bear and the middle-aged scholar exchanged glances and immediately launched renewed attacks without hesitation. Though they did not fully understand why the demon had become so formidable, they were determined not to be defeated one by one. A surge of blood, silver, and crimson light erupted instantly, encircling the demon and leaving it no room to breathe. After displaying its full strength just once, the three-headed demon seemed genuinely unable to mount further attacks of equal intensity, merely exhaling black mist and wildly waving its six arms, barely holding its ground. "Something's wrong!" The silver-haired woman who had been demanding the Virtual Celestial Cauldron from Han Li suddenly grew pale. With a low cry, her form blurred and she vanished from her spot. Moments later, she reappeared above the altar enveloped in dark magical energy. She gazed steadily at the swirling magic below, then after a pause, raised her brows as she plunged headlong into the energy, protected by a layer of crystalline light. Han Li was momentarily stunned. He had been so resolute in his resistance, confident that the delicate fairy queen would not truly launch an attack—having already tested this earlier and confirmed that, even through his body’s myriad life-sustaining flying swords, he could still sense the presence of the artifact spirits. It seemed that despite the fusion of the Silver Moon’s essence, the partial state of her own spirit remained unchanged. Though the woman’s spiritual awareness was vast and powerful, it could not yet exert any real control over him. Clearly, she too was hesitant—afraid of what might happen if she actually struck him hard or even eliminated him. Who could say what strange consequences might unfold if she truly did so? After all, it's likely this young lady has never heard of a partial immortal spirit becoming the spirit of another's artifact. Now, upon seeing the silver-haired woman suddenly turn away from him, Han Li naturally feels puzzled, gazing at the altar shrouded in dark magical aura. Though he possesses clear and refined spiritual vision, he cannot make out anything clearly. Frowning slightly, Han Li scans the three towering demons, who can only fend off attacks but offer no counterstrike, then observes the surrounding stone pillars, still faintly glowing with spiritual light—yet the dark magical aura on the altar remains unchanged. At this, an idea strikes him. Without further hesitation, he rubs his hands together and snaps his fingers. Golden light flashes, followed by a series of deep, resonant thunderclaps. Several arcs of magic surge forth, aimed directly at the十余 black-tinged pillars. As soon as the arcs penetrate the pillars, thunderous booms erupt, and amid the shimmering golden light, the black-tinged pillars collapse and vanish—crumbling instantly, as if mere illusions, like mirages. Not only Han Li, but the expressions of others also changed dramatically. At the same time, a sharp, icy voice from the altar suddenly rang out—belonging to a silver-haired woman: "Metatron's Holy Ancestor, your true form is indeed here?" "Ha, I must say, my transformation of the Heavenly Wheel into a Demon Form is quite impressive. This individual has excellent potential—worthy of the secret ritual I first employed to seal him within. Unfortunately, his time of absorbing true Demon Qi has been brief, so he still hasn't fully evolved into the three-headed form of a Jade Wheel War Demon. However, when clad in my Demon Armor and fused with me in unity, he matches a fully evolved Immortal Stage cultivator in strength. Alas, the true Demon Qi within the armor is limited. If only it were not, he alone would have been sufficient to annihilate all of you." Even the black-armored woman on the altar chuckled with pride. The seven-magic cultivators, including Qi Ling, who had been besieging the three-headed demon, were left stunned. At that very moment, as the three-headed demon radiated intense black light, its three heads suddenly underwent a remarkable transformation in appearance The central figure transformed into the face of a man with a single horn on his forehead, his eyes flashing vibrant red and purple light, yet his features clearly matched the earlier missing giant-headed creature. The two side heads, however, bore the faces of the eagle-winged, humanoid monster. Three distinct beings were thus forcibly fused into one. Witnessing such a terrifying sight, even the cultivators like Qi Miao, who had encountered countless marvels and horrors, were now stunned, their offensive maneuvers momentarily slowed. The now fully revealed monster raised its central head, exhaled a fierce roar, and displayed a stern, menacing expression. Its black battle armor rapidly expanded and enveloped the entire body, swiftly covering all three heads completely. With a swift motion of its six arms, two long black swords, two black spears, and two black swords simultaneously floated into the palms of its six hands. Then, after a cold, deliberate snarl filled with murderous intent, the monster surged forward with great force toward Qi Miao and the others. At that very moment, several deep resonances echoed from afar in the magical aura, followed by a series of explosive sounds, causing the entire altar to tremble violently. "Master Yuansha, what are you doing!" a voice of a silver-haired woman, filled with astonishment and anger, rang out from the magical atmosphere. "Why should I hesitate? As long as I can break this seal, my task as Master Yuansha will be complete. Without the intervention of the Spirit Realm, this world simply lacks the strength to imprison the True Magi and assimilate them into our ancient Magi Realm—this is merely a matter of time." As soon as the black-clad woman finished her scornful words, the magical aura around the altar suddenly surged toward the center, as if drawn by a magnetic force. Within just a few breaths, the surrounding aura vanished completely, all flowing into the figure standing at the altar—the very black-clad woman. Though her magical armor had disappeared, a luminous black orb, the size of a human head, now rested in her hands, gently supported. The ball on the surface shimmered with black luminescence, constantly expanding and contracting, yet upon closer inspection, five-colored spiritual lights seemed to pulse within it. All the magical qi that had been present earlier had been drawn into the ball. Han Li, witnessing this scene, suddenly recalled the five-colored spiritual lights that had been separated from the Lingxi peacock when the Yuansha Saint's original divine consciousness descended. Could this very object be that very light? Meanwhile, the black-armored woman exhibited an odd appearance, her body swirling with magical qi, one hand supporting the glowing sphere while the other murmured incantations. A faint luminous image now floated upon her form, clearly identical to the earlier magical statue. This image moved and acted in perfect synchronization with the woman—both gesturing with one hand while the other formed seals. At this moment, Linglong, gracefully suspended on one side of the altar, looked upward with a face filled with astonishment and anger. Han Li, equally surprised, turned to gaze in that direction, and then noticed that the Black Wind Banner, which had previously been engaged in confrontation with the Ba Ling Chi, had suddenly undergone a remarkable transformation. This spiritual artifact, which had transformed into a black giant serpent, unexpectedly became a massive, dark, wind-filled sphere at some point unknown to the observer. The sphere was roughly the size of a gallery, filled with countless swirling black vortices that spun erratically, creating a mesmerizing yet dizzying effect—silent and undisturbed. Even the numerous silver characters that had fallen from the great lotus immediately vanished upon touching the sphere's surface, as if they had disappeared into the depths of the sea, making no sound at all.