With a snap of the fingers, a golden electric dragon surged forth from his arm. "Divine Protective Thunder!" Seeing this, Master Jiyin was startled, urgently reaching for a spell to cast a new one—but it was too late. The golden dragon leaped upon the black serpent, producing a thunderous roar. Under the flashing golden arcs, the black serpent's body was enveloped by countless golden ribbons and vanished in a matter of moments. The divine protective thunder's power against demons was no mere exaggeration. Master Jiyin frowned in anger and immediately struck his storage sack at the waist. Instantly, a deep, resonant sound echoed, and a beam of bloodlight several feet long shot out from the sack's mouth, swiftly reaching the top of Han Li's head, where it transformed into a long blood-colored blade that plunged downward. Before the blade even descended, a thick wave of blood rushed toward Han Li. Han Li's expression darkened. He lifted his neck and suddenly opened his mouth, expelling a small golden sword from within. With a sharp "crisp" sound, the golden and blood-colored lights intertwined, and the blood blade emitted a mournful cry before being severed into two halves by the golden sword, its fragments falling "Impossible!" The old master of extreme cold truly looked startled, regaining a measure of clarity from his initial joy. Within this stone chamber, the seal restricting his spiritual awareness had little effect. After a moment of surprise, he quickly sent a surge of spiritual awareness toward Han Li. But Han Li, treating the old master as if he were already dead, had no intention of concealing his own cultivation level—his powerful inner energy flowed freely and continuously throughout his body. Upon receiving this spiritual scan, the old master's expression immediately turned vivid with astonishment. He first stared in bewilderment, then grew increasingly confused, before quickly regaining his disbelief. As his spiritual awareness carefully swept over Han Li's body several times, his face suddenly turned pale. "You have already reached the late stage of Yuan Ying cultivation," the old master managed to force out each word, his back now drenched in cold sweat. "Hmph. Knowing all this is of no use. Perhaps it would be better if I remained a simple fool all along." "But you once pursued me relentlessly because of the Xutian Cauldron. Now, allowing you to perish beneath this very cauldron, I shall have fulfilled your purpose." Recalling the events of that time, Han Li's heart surged with murderous intent, his voice dark and eerie. As he spoke, a beam of jade-green light erupted from his mouth, spun rapidly, and then materialized into an ancient, elegant cauldron—none other than the Xutian Sacred Cauldron! Though the Master of the Extreme Yin had been deeply shaken by Han Li's rise to the Metamorphic Immortal stage, his mind had been thrown into disarray, as though he were dreaming, he still sensed a profound sense of urgency upon hearing Han Li's words and seeing the Xutian Cauldron appear. Naturally, he would not remain passive. With a firm jaw, he spun suddenly in place, and waves of dark, ethereal qi surged forth from his body, swiftly spreading across half the stone chamber. The cries of wailing spirits rose in volume, and at the same time, tall spectral figures emerged and flickered faintly within the black mist. Master Ji Yin, after giving it his all, pushed the Xuan Yin Mochi to its absolute peak and released the eighteen Tian Du corpses that had been cultivated for hundreds of years. Yet, he dared not unleash the Mochi's power against Han Li, hesitating instead. Han Li, however, coldly smiled. Though the Xuan Yin Mochi appeared dark and murky, under his spiritual sight, everything was clearly visible. Without further words, he lightly pointed his hand at the celestial tripod before him. The small tripod flashed with a jade-like glow, shooting out countless fine strands of green light that seemed endless. In a moment, these strands formed a vast green net, floating above the stone chamber. Master Ji Yin felt a sudden chill, and with barely a thought, he quickened his incantations. The surrounding shadows shifted, and a dozen Tian Du corpses surged forth from the clouds, rushing straight toward the top of the chamber, their arms flailing wildly as they attempted to tear the green net apart. Han Li remained expressionless, yet gently tapped his finger against the small tripod before him. A light "crack," and suddenly the Qing network glowed brilliantly, a layer of blue ice flame emerging mysteriously upon it. The flame instantly solidified, transforming into several dozen shimmering blue fire birds that plunged straight into the advancing Shanshi corpses. These corpses, who had not uttered a single sound all day, were instantly turned into grotesque ice sculptures within the blue flame, falling from the sky in shattering pieces. The black serpents, without any resistance, gradually turned into icicles under the blue cold mist and then shattered and vanished. The remaining magical energy, pressed down by the mist, dispersed swiftly, revealing the figure of the Master of Extreme Yin within. In this situation, the old demon clearly could not hold out much longer. Naturally aware of the unfavorable tide, the Master of Extreme Yin did not hesitate—she let out a piercing, mournful roar and then opened her mouth to expel a dark, ink-black orb. As soon as the orb appeared, the old demon bit her tongue, spilling a stream of pure blood onto it. The orb trembled and instantly transformed into a swirling mass of dark magical flame, encircling the old demon. A layer of deep black flame immediately enveloped the Master of Extreme Yin. This was precisely the old demon's signature technique—the "Heaven's Capital Corpse Flame." With this power activated, the old demon regained some confidence. She shifted her form, gathering the remaining magical energy into a dark flame, and rose into the air, heading straight toward the entrance of the stone chamber, appearing determined to break through and escape. No one could deny the formidable power of the尸fire that day. As soon as the azure mist came into contact with the flame, it emitted a deep, resonant hum, and for a moment, it failed to freeze the old demon. After several swift movements, he managed to break through the mist and reach near the entrance. Han Li observed this scene without any visible reaction on his face, yet he mentally activated the Tongbao Sect's technique. Suddenly, the stone gate flashed with intense green light, and countless strands of green silk shot out from the nearby walls, weaving and shimmering together to instantly seal off the entrance. "Ah!" Ji Yin felt his heart sink at this development. Just then, he suddenly sensed a wave of coldness emanating from above, prompting him to lift his head in surprise. Without realizing when it had happened, a magnificent ice lotus was forming atop the network of green silk, glowing brilliantly blue and radiating exceptional beauty, perfectly enveloping the old demon. "This is bad!" the old demon exclaimed, immediately summoning his light and rushing to escape the range of the lotus. But at that very moment, two bursts of emerald silk suddenly shot forth from the ground beneath his feet, splitting sideways and instantly ensnaring both of his legs. The Jiyin Master's body froze in place, unable to move, while the silk continued spreading upward along his legs, swiftly enveloping his entire lower half. Though the black flames still roared fiercely upon the old demon's body, the silken threads remained brilliantly luminous, untouched and unafraid by the fire. Almost simultaneously, the blue ice lotus on the stone chamber shifted and slowly descended. With this, the old demon's spirit was shattered. Even though his Tian Dou尸 fire held some strength, it could not withstand the overwhelming power of the Qianlan ice flames. In his panic, he opened his mouth and expelled a dark, misty jade pendant. However, before this treasure could take effect, a sharp crackling sound erupted in the surrounding void, and strangely, another burst of emerald silk shot out, swiftly wrapping the delicate jade pendant in its embrace. The Jiyin Master was stunned, urgently sending out his divine awareness to activate the jade pendant. However, as soon as the silken thread flashed, the connection with the artifact was severed. Then, the thread coiled and pulled, hurling the jade pendant with a swift, vigorous surge back toward the Xutian Ding. The silken thread flashed once against the inner wall of the great cauldron, and then, strangely, vanished into the smaller cauldron, as if absorbed. When the last streak of corpse-fire faded, the blue lotus finally descended. Though the Master of Extreme Yin struggled fiercely, once enveloped by the overwhelming cold force, he was completely frozen in place with a crisp "crack," encased within a blue crystalline ice block several zhang high. His face bore a mixture of shock and terror. Throughout the entire attack, from the initial assault until finally capturing the old demon, Han Li had not employed any other artifact besides the Virtual Sky Cauldron. His feet remained motionless, standing firmly in the same place. Only after securing the old demon did Han Li emit a cold laugh, then flicked his finger toward the cauldron. The silken threads throughout the stone chamber trembled, instantly transforming into cascading streams of radiant light surging back toward the cauldron, where the inner glow of the small cauldron shimmered continuously. Without hesitation, Han Li opened his mouth and swallowed the cauldron whole, then turned his gaze toward the blue ice where Yin stood. With a few chuckles, he displayed a half-smiling expression—yet his eyes remained cold and utterly expressionless, devoid of any warmth or emotion. With a slight flick of his body, Han Li drifted gently to the ground before Lan Bing. Without a word, he waved his hand, and instantly a resonant hum filled the air. A dozen golden small swords shot forth, spiraling through the sky before transforming into long beams of golden light several feet in length. These beams converged and descended in a flurry of strikes, aiming directly at Lan Bing, ready to cleave the sealed ancient master of extreme cold into fragments. Recommended book: "The Interdimensional Merchant" (ISBN 1475825) The Great Interdimensional Merchant—Xu Fan—demonstrates to the world with great wisdom and sincere conviction that the future of humanity is bright, and we will all witness humanity's most glorious golden age during our lifetimes!