This pearl is a pale yellow hue, and as it rushes forth, it seems to carry the sound of thunder—clearly a rare treasure. Yet Master Han made no pause in his great sword's advance; instead, he intensified his sword technique, causing the golden glow of the blade to rise several feet. Amid the roaring sound, the sword plunged downward in a powerful strike. At that moment, the several thick, creamy-white light columns flashed briefly and reached Han's presence. Han took a deep breath and then exhaled a burst of violet flame. As soon as the violet flame emerged, it surged violently in the wind, expanding rapidly until it formed a massive fireball the size of a carriage wheel. With a deep "thud," the purple fireball split into four, scattering into several smaller clusters of violet flame, each of which swiftly advanced toward the creamy-white light columns. A tremendous "thunderous" roar erupted as the flames collided with the light columns without any hesitation. Violet and white light flashed in rapid succession, and the intense cold from both sources burst forth throughout the space, causing countless crystalline glimmers to appear in the void. Waves of dual-colored cold swiftly spread across the entire space. On the other side, with a thunderous roar, the golden great sword had firmly severed the yellowish orb. The collision between the two unleashed a completely different spectacle. Golden and cyan electric arcs surged simultaneously around the sword and the orb, intertwining and flashing, instantly forming a massive electric sphere with a diameter of over ten zhang. The electric light was brilliant, accompanied by deafening thunderous roars. This orb proved to be a rare ancient relic of the lightning element. Unperturbed by the cold air rushing toward him, Han Li merely waved his hand, causing a layer of purple flame to rise from his body. The frozen cold air approaching him instantly melted away, yet he was genuinely surprised by the emergence of this enormous lightning sphere. What kind of lightning was this—so evidently ancient—that it could withstand the power of the Bixie Divine Lightning? Han Li did not further activate the sword's might; instead, he gently touched the empty celestial cauldron before him with his hand. With a loud "crash," a burst of green hair shot forth and immediately spiraled toward the spherical object, seemingly determined to forcibly seize and absorb the orb into its own form. The middle-aged man in green robes standing outside the seal was stunned by this sight. Without further conserving his spiritual energy, he suddenly unleashed several spells, channeling all his inner power directly into the orb. This lightning sphere had been a rare treasure he had acquired years ago. Though he had not yet fully comprehended its essence, its power was already astonishing, and he was determined not to let it go. As a result, the previously evenly matched golden and green lightning spheres instantly surged with intense green light, showing clear signs of overpowering the golden arc and forcing it back. Yet Han Li's expression darkened. His great sword, forged by the convergence of over a dozen flying swords, carried a divine protective thunder power that far surpassed the mere green lightning contained within this single orb. Thus, with but a thought, the great sword trembled, and several golden arcs, as thick as large bowls, emerged upon its surface. They instantly coalesced into several colossal golden serpents, surging forward with fierce momentum to pounce upon the lower thunder sphere. The newly intensified azure electric arcs were immediately overwhelmed by this combined assault, shattering under the force of the impact, their light and thunder fading as they were torn to fragments. The original creamy-yellow orb, now fully exposed, emerged clearly. At this very moment, the silken strands from the Virtual Heaven Cauldron, seemingly timed perfectly, reached out and wrapped around the orb, swiftly drawing it into the strands before reversing its trajectory. Far away, the middle-aged man in green robes grew increasingly anxious, his face etched with worry, continuously pressing and manipulating his hand seals without release. The orb within the silken strands struggled and trembled, as though eager to break free. Beside him, Bai Mengxin furrowed her brows, then, without a word, lightly touched the mirror in her hand and threw it upward. A cold moon rose above her head, and the mirror surface became completely white and misty. Bai Mengxin spoke without a word, spewing out a cluster of exceptionally pure white vapor that struck the mirror surface. A sound like a serpent's hiss resonated within the mirror, followed by a flash of green light—something seemed to burst forth from within, yet due to its swift speed, no one could clearly discern its form. Han Li, who was directing the Xutian Ding to capture the spherical orb, suddenly turned his head sharply, his blue pupils blazing brightly, and several beams of golden light shot forth from before him, all aimed in the same direction. A loud "thunderous" boom echoed as these beams exploded several dozen feet ahead—seeming to strike something solid. Han Li paid no attention to these bursts, but swiftly waved his sleeve, wrapping the silken strands around the orb and firmly seizing it in his hand. He then gestured, sealing it into his storage scroll. Only then did he narrow his eyes, fixing his gaze on the spot where the golden light had exploded. There, as the golden glow subsided, several golden flying swords could be seen swirling around a strange, odd-looking spirit insect, engaged in a vigorous, back-and-forth battle. This creature appears to be a giant scorpion, yet it has two tails and four wings along its back, with patterns on its dorsal surface resembling a remarkably human-like face—so striking that one cannot help but feel chilled. It is precisely this emerald-bodied, strange scorpion that is now casting a dark, shadowy form with its two jet-black, venomous tails, fully shielding itself. The once-sharp Qingzhu Fengyun sword, when striking against this defense, emits a sharp metallic clashing sound but fails to penetrate the shield or kill the scorpion. "Double-tailed, face-like scorpion!" Han Li murmured, as though slightly surprised. This unusual scorpion ranks as the 29th most esteemed among the spiritual insects on the Spiritual Insect List. Thanks to the distinctive human-faced patterns on its back, Han Li had a clear memory of this creature and immediately recognized it. However, the human-like face on its back remains somewhat blurred—clearly still in the process of developing—and thus, the scorpion is evidently still in its juvenile stage. With Han Li's current prowess, unless he encountered a fully evolved spirit insect ranked among the top twenty, he had no fear of the others. After a moment of surprise, his expression grew serious. He struck his waist pouch with a single hand, and instantly, a resonant hum surged forth. A swirling cloud of golden insects roared forth, charging straight toward the strange scorpion. Upon seeing the insect cloud, the two-tailed, human-faced scorpion sensed something amiss, emitting a low cry before its form blurred and it vanished completely beneath the several flying swords. Yet, in the next instant, it reappeared at a location twenty or more zhang away. This spirit insect, with its four wings, possessed an astonishing speed of movement. Nevertheless, Han Li merely smiled coldly, saying nothing, and gently pointed at the insect cloud. At once, a deep thud echoed within the golden cloud, and countless golden blossoms burst outward, spreading rapidly to cover an area of over a hundred zhang. Within moments, dozens of golden, insect-like armored beetles, their forms fierce and menacing, encased the two-tailed scorpion completely. Wu Mengxin, the white dreamer far away who was using the divine mirror to control this scorpion, silently gasped upon seeing the situation and immediately prepared to maneuver the double-tailed scorpion to escape the encircling swarm. However, it was too late—when all the gold-devouring insects began their humming chorus, they surged forth from every direction, converging fiercely upon the scorpion. Though not particularly swift, the insects poured in from all sides in dense numbers, leaving not a single patch of open space. Yet, even more golden beetles, undaunted, surged forward and moved along with this spirit beetle. These gold-devouring beetles neither feared the scorpion's venom nor the sharpness of the hooks, and the more beetles they bit onto the beetle's tail, the slower the double-tailed scorpion's speed and the movement of its hooked tail became. In moments, the double-tailed humanoid scorpion was dyed a brilliant golden hue and finally emitted a piercing, mournful cry. Soon after, it was completely swallowed by the tide of beetles, vanishing without a trace. When all the beetles, under the guidance of Han Li's divine awareness, returned to their original positions, the only things left in the once-empty space were the two dark, gleaming toxic hooks, floating silently. Due to their exceptional hardness and potent venom, even the gold-devouring beetles showed little interest in forcibly consuming them. Han Li, however, found these two hooks particularly intriguing. With a simple reach into the void, he seized them and, after a brief inspection, placed them into his satchel. Then he glanced toward the golden giant sword floating distantly. With a mere thought, the sword surged downward, its golden arcs flashing and swirling, amplifying the force of the strike by a third. A tremendous roar followed, and at the point where the sword struck, a brilliant surge of white light erupted instantly, transforming the swirling snow and wind into shimmering ribbons of light. The surrounding landscape changed once more, and Han Li reappeared within the original spell array, finally breaking free from the illusion. Han Li was overjoyed, yet as soon as he glanced around, he noticed the middle-aged man in blue robes was now withdrawing a seemingly bronze drum-like artifact from his storage bag, preparing to summon it. Meanwhile, Bai Mengxin, whose spirit insects housed within the mirror had been extinguished, grew pale and continuously cast several hand seals toward the floating white mirror above, as if attempting to invoke some new power within this realm. Upon seeing Han Li emerge from the array, both of them paused momentarily, their expressions instantly turning grave. On the other side, a vast expanse of shimmering, multicolored light flickered and danced, with continuous bursts of sacred chanting. The gray-robed monk was engaged in a fierce struggle with the old woman, and surprisingly, he was holding his own within the seal's confines—this indeed surprised Han Li. What caught Han Li's attention most, however, was the cold, serene figure of Han Li, standing atop the massive stone, continuously reciting incantations. He was fixing Han Li with a solemn, penetrating gaze. Above his head, a translucent white qilin phantom had fully formed, and at the very center of this phantom, clearly visible, was the mysterious, dark jade tablet. Upon witnessing this scene, Han Li's brow slightly furrowed, then silently raised his hand and tapped his storage pouch at the waist. Instantly, a cluster of dark light shot forth from the pouch, spiraling before hovering before Han Li. It turned out to be a jade bottle, only a few inches in size, dark and lustrous! (Second update!)