The black wolf was startled, urgently accelerating the blazing blood flames surging through his body. Yet to his astonishment, a cold sneeze echoed from within the silver arc, and as the silken strands shimmered, they showed no sign of being scorched at all. The spirit of the demon grew somber. At the very moment when it could no longer move, the silver wolf darted past, swiftly reaching its side—unavoidable. With a flash of light, the silver wolf vanished into the demon’s body. The great wolf shuddered, both heads emitting piercing cries of agony, his body convulsing violently. One head suddenly grew motionless, then regained its lively gaze, swiftly tilting its head and biting down on the neck of the other. In that instant, the fur on that head transformed into a silvery-white hue. Naturally, the black-headed wolf would not remain passive—its mouth opened and it bit down as well, and the two heads began tearing at each other simultaneously. At that moment, a figure shimmered within the silver arc, and Han Li stepped out, holding the Xitian Ding in his hands, glancing at the two-headed giant wolves with a touch of concern. Though the silver wolf head had gained the initial advantage, as soon as the wolf's body regained normalcy, it immediately flashed with black light, and waves of magical energy surged in layers toward the black wolf head, enabling it to grow increasingly vigorous. Seeing this, Han Li's expression darkened. Suddenly, he lightly flicked his hand toward the Xitian Ding, and a clear, resonant sound rang out. The silken threads binding the giant wolf suddenly burst with luminous radiance and tightened, completely immobilizing the wolf. Then, Han Li opened his mouth, and a golden arc erupted from it, striking the fierce black wolf head. The golden light exploded, with delicate electric arcs leaping and flashing, causing the magical energy on the black wolf head to dissipate instantly. The wolf howled in pain, and its magical aura rapidly diminished. Seizing this opportunity, the silver wolf's neck arched upward, and suddenly a phantom form of the same silver wolf emerged, opening its mouth to swallow the black wolf head whole. Then, with a sudden pull, it drew out a murky, dimly glowing shadow from within. This shadow constantly shifted and warped, resembling a mass of wet mud; yet, the various grim, terrifying faces it assumed continued to struggle fiercely against the silver phantom. A sharp, icy exhalation of silver moon echoed from within the silver form, its silver glow dazzling. The silver form instantly swelled to nearly twice its original size, then swallowed the dark shadow whole before contracting again and reabsorbing it into the silver wolf's body. In an instant, the black wolf head, which had been desperately tearing at the silver one, went still—its eyes now lifeless and vacant. The silver wolf, however, paid no further attention to it, instead gently curling it up and trembling continuously, as though enduring immense agony. Han Li, observing this, felt a sense of relief, and with a gesture, threw the small cauldron he held onto the giant wolf's body, then struck it several times. Vast streaks of azure mist surged forth from above, instantly enveloping the giant wolf and transforming it into a massive sphere of light. Then, Han Li swept his gaze across the entire space, his expression shifting suddenly as he darted toward the sealing area. A moment later, he arrived above another pile of ruined altars, where he casually extended his hand and struck downward. Several crimson fire orbs shot forth, exploding upon impact and leaving behind a deep crater. Within the crater, black light flickered, revealing something still present. With a simple reach, he seized the object in mid-air. Upon closer inspection, it was found to be the half-ruined remnants of the Black Wind Banner. Though much of the divine artifact had been destroyed, it still radiated an astonishing aura of spiritual energy, clearly retaining its essence. After a careful examination, Han Li flipped his hand and promptly stored the object in his storage scroll. Though he had no idea how to restore a celestial-grade divine artifact—nor whether such restoration was even possible—the materials used to craft it were now extinct in this realm, making its value incalculable. Han Li, after arranging the item, did not return to the giant wolf. Instead, he promptly vanished toward a corner of the space, ascending steadily until he was once again lost within the cloud layers. Thinking of this, Han Li stirred his divine awareness and swiftly moved to follow the humanoid automaton, his form shifting directly toward the Ba Lin Chi, which he seized with a single motion—no unusual phenomenon appeared. Han Li was delighted, taking the artifact from the automaton's hands and gently handling it. The artifact felt exceptionally smooth, cool as jade, and as it was slightly moved, strands of green light shimmered continuously. Yet, upon infusing spiritual energy into it, no noticeable change occurred. Han Li paused, slightly surprised. At that moment, the luminous sphere enclosing the giant wolf suddenly emitted a deep rumble, then burst apart with a flash of light. Han Li was startled, quickly drawing back the Ba Lin Chi and swiftly tapping the distant Xu Tian Ding twice with a gesture, his face showing a touch of urgency. The Xu Tian Ding shot toward Han Li with a "whoosh," and in an instant, transformed into a cluster of emerald light, landing in his hands. Han Li narrowed his eyes, fixing a serious gaze on the distant scene. After the cluster of green light dispersed and faded, an elegant figure slowly rose to its feet—none other than the great wolf. However, now the wolf had two heads merged into a single one, its entire body transformed into a silvery-white hue, glowing brilliantly as it gazed upward at Han Li. Han Li was overjoyed and immediately began to fly back, but as he reached halfway, upon making eye contact with the wolf's gaze, he felt an unusual coldness in its eyes. His heart skipped a beat, and a growing sense of unease stirred within him. The wolf's form shimmered and then dissolved into a graceful, poised woman—exactly the slender and elegant figure of Linglong. This woman stared at Han Li expressionlessly, a subtle smirk playing at her lips. "Are you Linglong?" Han Li gasped, his tone serious. "Calling me Linglong isn't entirely inaccurate. After all, the current me is indeed guided primarily by Linglong's divine awareness." Linglong raised her delicate jade hands, gazing at the translucent fingers. Though she tried to maintain a composed expression, a subtle spark of excitement shone in her eyes, clearly revealing her current state of mind. "How is Yin Yue?" Han Li's face changed several times, and finally, after gently licking his upper lip, he asked calmly. "She's fine. During the process of soul absorption, she expended a significant amount of spiritual awareness and has now fallen into a deep sleep. Otherwise, I wouldn't have been able to emerge so smoothly!" Linglong's excitement gradually faded, and a faint sense of strangeness appeared in her gaze, yet her tone remained as serene and composed as ever. "Now, what are your plans?" Hearing that Yin Yue was unharmed, Han Li's mind eased instinctively, though he asked with steady composure. "Plans? Naturally, I'll return to the Spirit Realm. Isn't it strange that you're reluctant to let Xue Ling go and wish to keep her here?" Linglong arched her elegant brows, her voice growing colder. Upon hearing the girl's straightforward words, Han Li's face flushed slightly, but soon his gaze shifted and he regained his composure. "You should be well aware that the Silver Moon originally intended to return to the Spiritual Realm. I cannot obstruct this, nor can I prevent it." "Your wisdom in this matter is most favorable. As per my original plan, the spiritual treasures in your possession were meant to be taken from you. However, considering your timely assistance during the moment when the demonic soul was consumed, and since Xue Ling had previously promised you, I, Linglong, as the eldest princess of the Silver Moon Clan, am not one to forget favors. Therefore, the small cauldron and the Eight Spiritual Rulers' Rulership Staves shall remain with you. From this point forward, any grievances between you and Xue Ling shall be settled once and for all. Should you one day indeed ascend to the Spiritual Realm, if you dare appear before me, I shall immediately intervene and eliminate you." Xue Ling gazed steadily at Han Li, a sudden aura of intensity forming between her brows. Han Li's expression tightened momentarily, yet he soon composed himself, neither expressing agreement nor uttering a word of refusal. The elderly woman didn't press韩立 to make any promises—she merely shared these words with him. Then, she raised her hand, and a streak of black light shot forth. 韩立 was first startled, but upon seeing what it was, he grew reassured. Without speaking, he reached into the void and caught it in his hands. This was precisely the black marrow blade that Yuan Sha's Saint Ancestor had divided his consciousness to retrieve—how surprising that the woman had returned it to him! Naturally,韩立 would not hesitate to accept it, and he casually tossed it to the humanoid automaton behind him. At this moment, Linglong no longer paid attention to韩立, walked to the center, briefly examined the seals there, and nodded slightly without thinking. Then, she coldly glanced at韩立 before suddenly stepping toward him again. 韩立 was taken aback, and his alertness immediately heightened. "Give me a few drops of your thousand-year elixir," Linglong said without hesitation, "I need it to open the reverse spiritual channel." Han Li's lips moved slightly, then he reached to his waist and tapped—immediately several small vials appeared in his hands. Without a word, he tossed them all toward the woman. With a graceful sweep of her long sleeves, the vials were silently absorbed into her, the entire motion seamless and elegant. Then she walked to an open space nearby and settled cross-legged, hands forming gestures. A pleasant incantation flowed gently from her lips, and her form floated effortlessly, radiating patches of silver light around her. The light grew bright, gradually engulfing her figure—distantly, she seemed to have truly transformed into a silver moon. At that moment, Linglong suddenly opened her closed eyes, then exhaled, releasing the circular disc formed by the Inverse Star Disc seal. Han Li watched from afar, his brow furrowed. The disc appeared flawless—there was nothing amiss with it, no trace of a seal's formation. Its qi was dense and rich, yet it did not seem to fall short of the standard of a top-tier treasure. Han Li-zheng was puzzled, pondering, when the circular disc spun once and then flew to the top of the silver-haired woman, settling there steadily. Below, Linglong immediately snapped her fingers rapidly, sending a series of colorful spells striking the disc. The treasure absorbed each spell one by one. In mere moments, a remarkable transformation began! (Second update! With the New Year approaching, I've managed to cut back on several engagements, though some essential events still require my presence. As a result, updates during this period may be somewhat irregular. However, I will strive to maintain a consistent posting schedule. I hope you can understand and forgive this!)