It was Han Li, naturally, who silently used Lightning Release Technique to move around to the woman's back. He had employed the human-shaped puppet to draw White Mengxin's attention. White Mengxin had been observing the surroundings all along; as soon as Han Li's figure appeared, she instantly reacted, sensing it immediately, and without turning around, swiftly reached out with a palm to grasp the space. A translucent, crystal-clear hand instantly emerged from the vast ice, directly aiming at Han Li. She did not expect this strike to decisively defeat him—her only intention was to temporarily block Han Li's advance. Yet Han Li paid no attention to the hand above his head. With a composed gesture, he merely brushed his sleeve, and a golden sword-like aura shot forth from his sleeve. As the golden arc flashed, the hand was severed into two halves. Han Li's body had not paused even for a moment, swiftly advancing into the presence of the massive ice, his entire body now glowing with intensified purple flames. An utterly astonishing scene unfolded! Han Li only slightly stabilized his form, and instantly seemed to merge with the ice as if it were an intangible body, seeping into the block before swiftly gliding through the massive ice and appearing before Bai Mengxin and Han Li's master. Where he had passed through, a circular ice hole, about one zhang in diameter, stood clearly visible. Though the purple lotus flame had not been refined to its peak, it clearly surpassed Bai Mengxin's cold flame in intensity, and under Han Li's full effort, it managed to pass through this defensive barrier with an almost ghostly grace. Before him lay the circular silver net. Bai Mengxin had turned around, startled at what she saw, and immediately exclaimed in a bright, vibrant cry, swiftly forming a hand seal and uttering the character "Shou" with her mouth. The silver net radiated brilliant light, and the silver filaments contracted toward the center, instantly closing all gaps, leaving a bright, solid silver sphere clearly visible before Han Li. Han Li was momentarily stunned, but then let out a cold laugh. The three-colored glow intensified, and as his fan spun smoothly in his hand, his figure swelled dramatically, shrinking to a size of a few inches. With a gentle, drifting stroke, he aimed the fan at the silver sphere before him. At nearly the same time, Han Li instantly moved his hand, causing a pre-prepared jade bottle to sway and vanish as a drop of immortal nectar instantly dripped into his mouth. Then, he poured forth abundant spiritual energy into the fan. As the three-colored fan trembled, it emitted a clear, melodious chime, and a three-colored fire phoenix gracefully emerged from the flame column, soaring smoothly toward the silver sphere across the way. Meanwhile, Han Li once again unfurled his wind-and-thunder wings behind him, vanishing from his original position almost as soon as the three-colored glow burst forth, amidst the thunderous sound. The next moment, a silver arc appeared some thirty zhang away, and Han Li's figure emerged into view within the silver light. He looked upward toward his former position, and there, the translucent giant ice block had been completely enveloped by the three-colored glow and was rapidly melting and dissolving. The silver sphere, situated at the very center of the glow, collapsed almost immediately upon the burst of light, and vanished entirely. Yet upon seeing this scene, Han Li showed no trace of joy, his pupils constricting slightly and his fingers tightening around the Three-Flame Fan. After the silver sphere had dispersed, a blue ice dragon of several dozen feet in length appeared there. The anterior portion of its scales was translucent and shimmering, its jaws agape and limbs outstretched, while the posterior section took on a viscous, liquid blue form, its tail entirely enclosed within a small cauldron. It seemed as though the cauldron had emitted this spiritual essence. This cauldron floated before the person of Han Li, precisely the other Dry-Blue Cauldron. The ice dragon coiled and contracted, now shielding Bai Mengxin and the person of Han Li within its body. Though under the three-hued glow, the blue dragon’s form gradually melted and vanished, with half of it disappearing within moments, the three-hued radiance eventually also exhausted itself and vanished in a flash. Thanks to the extreme cold power of this dragon, the person of Han Li remained unharmed despite the strength of the Three-Flame Fan. "Indeed, this is the fire-element spiritual fan? Truly a well-crafted spiritual artifact—its power By sheer power alone, it should have already surpassed my Qianlan Cauldron." A calm voice emerged from the still-still Hanchuli, who had maintained her meditation posture without moving. Suddenly, as she opened her mouth, a deep blue flame burst forth and settled upon the blue dragon. The blue flame flowed continuously along the dragon's body. With a long, resonant cry, the dragon emitted a sound that echoed through the air, and as the icy flame passed over its damaged form, it instantly restored itself to pristine condition. It then fixed its emerald-green eyes upon Han Li, glaring fiercely. Han Li observed this scene and his face revealed a mixture of surprise and subtle mockery—both bemusement and a hint of cold scorn. Hanchuli's heart stirred with alarm, still uncertain as to what was unfolding, when suddenly, a faint green silhouette materialized mysteriously in the space behind her. It then surged forward with swift motion. One hand flashed with silver light, like a sharp blade, piercing directly into Hanchuli's back, while the other raised a small silver shield, which immediately expanded into a broad silver screen and swept directly toward Bai Mengxin. The entire movement of Qing Ying was silent and undetectable, as if a gentle breeze brushing against one's face, making ordinary cultivators completely unaware—this was precisely the humanoid automaton of Han Li. Taking advantage of the shower of fiery arrows and Han Li's own attacks, it had slipped into place without anyone noticing. Bai Mengxin had not sensed any anomaly behind her until, suddenly, a flash of silver light enveloped her completely, leaving her startled. She immediately chanted a series of incantations, and instantly, a layer of white ice-flame surged over her entire body, then transformed into countless fist-sized balls of fire, which she hurled outward toward the surrounding silver screens. A loud roar of thunder erupted within the screen. Yet the surface of the screen alternated between thick and smooth—sometimes it held firm, sometimes it shone like a mirror—each white fire ball either being forcefully stopped or rebounded back. Clearly, Bai Mengxin could not free herself immediately. As for Han Li's automaton, a cultivator whose foot had nearly reached the stage of Perfected Immortality, was far beyond what Bai Mengxin could match. Thus, at the very instant the humanoid automaton appeared, the young senior master of Jijiang Palace, relying on his powerful consciousness, immediately sensed something unusual. Startled, he was unable to summon the blue dragon-jelly to repel the attack and could only mentally summon a golden battle armor that emerged from his body—ancient in design, shimmering with spiritual light. At the same time, he moved his own form, attempting to evade the humanoid automaton's swift, unforeseen strike. However, under full power from Han Li's intense focus, the automaton had already unleashed its full might, moving with fluid grace and following like a shadow. Due to needing to form hand seals, the cold master, Hán Lí, naturally moved more slowly. As a result, a loud "thud" echoed as the silvery palm struck squarely upon Hán Lí's shoulder. Silver and golden light interwove and flashed. The automaton's palm, primarily composed of refined silver and enhanced with other rare materials, possessed power no less than that of ordinary flying swords or magical artifacts. Yet upon impact with the golden armor, it merely caused a ripple of golden waves, which immediately rebounded. Yet the immense force still sent the Yuan Ying late-stage cultivator staggering, shaking him several times. But with this, Han Li's inner qi flowed smoothly, and he immediately began to forcibly steady the gesture in his hands, drawing on his strength to prepare for combat. Though the gesture was not yet fully completed, it now commanded over half of the pyro-cold qi stored within the Xuan Yu Cavern—enough to surely eliminate the current threat. However, as Han Li's hands subtly adjusted the seal, the other hand of the humanoid automaton flashed out, delivering a lightning-fast slash across the opponent's shoulder—only to be met with no effect, as it was simply blocked by the golden armor. Han Li was momentarily stunned, his thoughts racing as he tried to understand why the opponent had suddenly reacted so unexpectedly. Then, suddenly, both hands of the automaton burst with a brilliant silver glow, transforming into two sharp, elegant silver hooks. With a slight movement, they settled firmly upon Han Li's shoulders. Though shielded by the golden armor, the Han Li master's body instantly found itself unable to move freely. At nearly the same moment, a flash of luminous light appeared above his head, and a black short blade unexpectedly materialized, trembling slightly before plunging downward with astonishing speed, striking directly onto the apex of his cranial dome—its swift motion reaching his head almost instantaneously. Yet at that very instant, the Han Li master was firmly held in place by the twin silver hooks of a humanoid automaton, which gripped the outer surface of his golden armor, leaving him utterly immobile. This move truly sent the Han Li master's spirit soaring beyond the realm of the physical. No longer able to focus on gradually channeling his inner spiritual energy, he urgently lifted his head, his face flushing with blood, and opened his mouth to expel a surge of blood-lit light. This beam, formed from a single drop of his refined essence, carried an extraordinary concentration of spiritual power. Upon impact with the black blade, a deep resonance echoed, and the interwoven blood and black light shimmered and flickered, momentarily halting the flight of the demon-marrow flying blade. The golden battle armor on Han Li's body shimmered and began to fade, about to dissolve so that he might regain his freedom and escape this calamity. At the same time, the blue ice dragon nearby, under the incantation of Han Li's spell, let out a loud roar and surged forward toward Han Li. Even before reaching him, the dragon opened its mouth and shot a column of blue light toward him. With that, the magic-essence flying dagger flashed once, severing each stream of blood arrows, and then flashed downward without further obstruction. Han Li was stunned, emitting a sudden, piercing cry.