With a mere flick of its wings, the raven unleashed a surge of deep violet flame ten times stronger than before. The flame swept away the yellow mist before it, instantly freezing the strange creatures behind into blocks of varying sizes. The fiery raven, its crimson eyes blazing with boundless cold, surged forward and struck the three-eyed monster. The monster, crushed beneath the force of the magic staff, could barely move, managing only to emit a streak of black light from its third eye. Yet this black light struck the raven like a stone dropped into the sea—completely ineffective. As the purple raven let out a long cry, it darted swiftly and landed upon the nine-tiered monster. The creature's body was instantly enveloped by the surging purple flame, and it cried out in agony before transforming into a massive block of purple ice, its protective aura utterly unable to withstand the incandescent power of the purple flame. Immediately beside the colossal ice, figures flickered into view. A humanoid automaton emerged from a swirl of silver light, rubbing its hands together and then suddenly extending them, sending two golden arcs that crashed onto the giant ice with thunderous resonance. The roar split the surface of the purple ice, causing it to crack in countless places—along with the nine-tier beast's physical form, which instantly disintegrated into fragments. Yet, as a flash of green light surged, a surge of green flame, larger than that of the long-eared, green-eyed beast's spirit, erupted from the shattered ice and shot forth. With several quick movements, it instantly teleported over twenty paces away. "Now you'd like to flee? That seems rather late," a calm voice echoed, followed by a sharp crack of thunder. A silver arc suddenly materialized before the green flame, and then Han Li stepped into view, arms crossed behind his back, gazing at the beast's spirit with a smile that was both amused and composed. The nine-tier spirit clearly sensed the danger and was about to vanish once more when Han Li, with a single hand motion, drew forth a green wooden ruler from his palm—its surface glowing briefly—and gently waved it toward the spirit At once, a silver lotus about a foot in diameter materialized beneath the spirit's form. As the petals gently rotated, the spirit sensed the surrounding qi condensing, momentarily preventing the instant-translocation technique from taking effect. Just as the spirit's heart sank, the petals emitted a brilliant glow, and several beams of seven-colored Buddhist light shot forth from the lotus core, swiftly engulfing the spirit. Then, with a sudden, swift pull, the spirit was forcibly drawn and incorporated into the silver lotus. A startled cry escaped the spirit as the lotus flashed several times and then dissolved into nothingness. The spirit seemed to vanish with the wind, completely disappearing from the world. Han Li sighed softly, and as he waved his wooden staff, it mysteriously vanished. At that moment, the humanoid automaton floated gently toward Han Li and, upon reaching him, simply handed him the items on its hands expressionlessly—two storage bags, a silver ancient artifact in the shape of a ring, and a dark, round orb about the size of a thumb. The orb was precisely the third eye of the three-eyed beast. With a slight narrowing of his eyes, Han Li used two fingers to gently hold and examined the creature's material closely. Aside from its uniformly dark and profound hue, it showed no particularly unusual features. However, upon placing the creature's eye against his own and gazing into it directly, his expression changed slightly, and he still decided to keep it alongside the silver ring. Though the silver ring was a fine ancient artifact, it only barely met Han Li's current standards. As for the yellow streak of brilliant light that had once harmonized with Han Li's array of flying swords—now reduced to a blade neither quite a knife nor quite a sword after losing its master—it was easily absorbed into his storage bag. After gathering all his flying swords and the demigod staff, Han Li made no further停留, wrapped the humanoid automaton securely, and then surged forward as a streak of jade-green light, heading straight toward the end of the corridor. Clearly, as he approached the grand hall, the number of beast creatures and small Jixing Palace cultivators diminished. Yet the ones appearing were not merely high-level cultivators or powerful beasts—there were even several Yuan Yin cultivators and transformed beasts. However, since their combat did not block the main entrance, Han Li merely glanced at them from a distance and did not bother to intervene. After passing through several halls and courtyards and then crossing a broad plaza, Han Li finally reached the main hall of the Xuling Palace. The grand hall was surrounded by white jade walls that stretched to the horizon, appearing both vast and boundless. Yet the entrance facing him was relatively modest, only about ten to twelve zhang in height—seeming more like a side gate than a grand main entrance. At this very entrance, two figures and a beast were engaged in a fierce struggle, their powers locked in a difficult, evenly matched contest. Two white-robed monks, one male and one female, were engaged in battle. The male, who had met the elder once before, was the supervisor from Xiaoji Palace—the gray-haired elder named Ye. The other, a beautiful female cultivator dressed in flowing white palace robes, was none other than Bai Yaoyi. The elderly elder, relying solely on his own strength, had pressed White Yao Yi and the other woman to a defensive position, all while maintaining a calm and composed demeanor. However, the jade vial in the elder's hand seemed to possess boundless power—its spray of white and black energies absorbed everything in its path, whether it was the green lightning or the shadows cast by the black staff. With White Yao Yi's two silver flying swords adding significant strength, the two combined forces managed to hold their ground for the moment. As Han Li's eyes flashed blue and he glanced at the elder, his pupils narrowed slightly, and his expression changed subtly. To his surprise, the elder was a fully manifested, level-ten immortal beast—an entity that even his keen, clear-spirit vision could not penetrate. With a sudden sense of urgency, Han Li's shimmering green light swiftly reached the edge of the three combatants, yet he made no pause, his speed suddenly doubling. Under the brilliant glow, the streak of green light surged past the three, cutting straight toward the hall. "You're dead! The elderly immortal, a ten-tiered beast, could hardly allow someone to slip away unnoticed. Though he immediately discerned Han Li's mid-corporeal stage cultivation from the shimmering light trail, he remained unconcerned. With a simple gesture of his hand, he lightly touched the azure light net. The azure clouds formed by the net trembled, and a deep, resonant roar surged forth, as dozens of shimmering bolts of lightning and flame suddenly burst forth from within the net, crashing down upon Han Li below. As soon as these fist-sized bolts were launched, they rapidly expanded into massive, head-sized forms, instantly enveloping a radius of over twenty zhang, leaving Han Li's light trail completely exposed and unable to evade. Han Li furrowed his brow, his light trail continuing unimpeded, yet suddenly, a humanoid automaton emerged from within the light. He then raised his hand, bringing forth a small bow wrapped in crimson flame, and with a gentle pull of the bowstring, he released it. The same booming sound echoed, countless arrows of flame shooting forth toward the azure lightning from within the shimmering light, colliding midair and bursting into blossoms of vivid, interwoven crimson and green flames—stunningly beautiful. Though the fire arrows were far less powerful than the azure lightning, this head-on impact caused the latter to momentarily ease in intensity. The azure streak swept past the battlefield in a flash, directly vanishing through the hall's entrance into the inner chamber. Though she hadn't been able to clearly see the Han Li within the swift Qinghong evasive light, the fleeting Qinghong felt remarkably familiar, and after a brief thought, she was certain that the master of the light was none other than Han Li. "Could it be that the Senior Monks have already emerged from the Xuanyu Cavern!" The woman naturally felt deeply surprised, yet upon observing the sudden surge of power from her opponent's artifacts, she could no longer dwell on this matter and instead urgently poured immense spiritual energy into the two flying swords, driving them to surge forth like dragons leaping from the sea, thus helping the elderly man with the leaf surname to withstand the relentless assault from the other side. The gray-haired elder was equally astonished that the Qinghong light had successfully withstood the thunder and flame attack from the elder demon and had penetrated into the hall. While he found the light somewhat unfamiliar, since the elder demon had already intervened and the light carried no trace of demonic aura, he was certain it was an ally rather than an adversary, and thus did not hesitate to ponder further—instead, he merely accelerated the glowing jade bottle in the air, causing its white and black spiritual radiance to shine brilliantly. Although he held this replica of the "Two Gas Bottles" spiritual treasure, the combined strength of him and Bai Yaoyi, both mid-stage cultivators, still fell short when facing a beast of the tenth rank. At that moment, Han Li gently dimmed his glow and materialized several dozen paces away from the hall's entrance, stepping fully into view. He glanced around, intending to take a clear look at the situation inside the hall before making any judgment. But just as he was about to assess what he saw, a deep, resonant laughter suddenly rang out: "Another one coming to die—well! One more doesn't make much difference, and one less isn't a loss either. Come in, you, and join the rest!" Han Li was momentarily stunned, still catching his breath when suddenly he felt a flash of dark radiance swirling around him, as if the space around his head had shifted. Then, the scene around him changed abruptly, and he found himself mysteriously enclosed within a vast space where black, swirling aura surged from all four sides. He had been unexpectedly trapped by some mysterious artifact. Han Li naturally gasped in surprise! The eerie aura around him surged violently, rushing in with overwhelming force, as if determined to crush him to death. Han Li took a deep breath and tightly clenched his hands, which were previously tucked within his robe. Instantly, thunder roared within him, and a layer of golden electric arcs burst forth, instantly enveloping him. Then, with a swift motion of his sleeves, dozens of golden small swords shot out, spiraling around Han Li before forming a radiant veil of golden light, shielding him beyond the electric arcs. At that moment, the dark, oppressive aura surged from all sides, crashing directly onto the golden light surrounding him.