Han Li, upon seeing this scene, took a deep breath, and with a shake of his wings behind him, was instantly back at his original position beside the spell array. Without a word, he reached out and summoned the three magical artifacts on the ground—the gourd, the jade bottle, and the round basin—each of which immediately rose into the air and hovered steadily above his head. At that moment, the circular moon tilted slightly, and a strange silver beam shot vertically downward from it, instantly enveloping the Tianlan beast beneath. Then, a strong fragrance filled the air, and a shimmering layer of water light appeared on the moon's surface. As the moon gently inclined, something began to drip down from its surface. Han Li immediately decided to act, shifting his body and, together with the three artifacts hovering above his head, surged upward as a streak of emerald light. At last, the round moon dripped a cluster of milky-white liquid the size of a clenched fist. But as soon as the figure stepped away from the moon, this liquid transformed into scattered points of white light, drifting slowly down along the silver beams toward the Tianlan beast. Yet strangely, all the light points remained confined within that beam—whenever they drifted outside its range, they instantly vanished. As each white point touched the body of the beast, it disappeared into the creature, one by one. The Tianlan beast, which had been mentally drained from resisting the heavenly calamity, immediately regained its vigor after absorbing just a few clusters of light, exhaled a surge of eerie aura, and drew in all the falling light points into its mouth. Then, as though stimulated, its form surged upward, expanding dramatically. The ripples on the moon's surface seemed to suggest that another cluster of liquid was now slowly dripping from the moon, transforming into countless points of white light and drifting downward. At that moment, the azure rainbow flashed several times and drew near to the circular moon within the clouds, yet when it was still over a hundred paces away, sudden bursts of silver light erupted in the surrounding sky. Countless silver arcs surged forth from the clouds, roaring and flashing, all converging fiercely upon Han Li. For a brief while, it seemed as though countless silver serpents were charging straight toward him, creating an astonishing momentum. Even though Han Li had weathered countless storms and upheavals, he was nonetheless startled by this sudden spectacle. Fortunately, the Dayan beast had mentioned this very occurrence during its previous transmission, so though startled, Han Li had already prepared a ready object in his hand. It glowed with a vibrant green light—the Eight-Spirit Ruler's Staff! As the countless silver arcs closed in, Han Li swept his wooden staff in the midst of his flowing light. Instantly, a dense cluster of silver lotus blossoms, each palm-sized, bloomed around him, forming a solid, impenetrable shield. The silver arcs struck the lotuses, exploding into thunderous roars, and countless delicate electric arcs leapt and danced in vibrant flashes. The lotus blossoms, battered by countless arcs of lightning, soon dispersed, only to surge forth again in fresh waves from within the ethereal glow—endless and unyielding, effectively absorbing the astonishing barrage of thunder. After a flash of azure light, the seer swiftly reached the vicinity of the clouds, now only十余zhang away from the moon. At precisely that moment, a second droplet of milky white liquid dripped out from the moon itself. As Han Li halted his flight, he felt as though he had entered a sacred sanctuary, with countless arcs of lightning striking him from all directions—this time, three times denser than before. Amidst the countless silver lotuses, Han Li paid no heed to the arcs, but suddenly pointed at his three magical artifacts in front of him. The gourd, the jade bottle, and the round basin instantly transformed into three brilliant beams of light and shot straight toward the heart of the moon. Even as they departed his flight path, a dense network of lightning arcs immediately enveloped Han Li. A surge of lightning more violent than before erupted near Han Li, and for a moment, he seemed immersed in the roaring waves of thunder and electricity. Though the lotus-shaped spiritual rods continued to appear in abundance, they gradually began to show signs of strain. The area protected by the lotuses shrank rapidly, drawing swiftly closer to Han Li. Yet Han Li paid no attention to what was happening around him; instead, he focused his full concentration on maneuvering the three magical artifacts slowly toward the full moon. Indeed, they were moving slowly! For some inexplicable reason, as soon as the gourd and the others approached within three zhang of the full moon, they each grew heavier than ten thousand jin, as if triggered by some ancient restriction, their speed reduced to that of a snail, advancing only inch by inch toward the moon. At this moment, the full moon had just finished its second drop of spiritual night, and under the shimmering white light, it began to blur, as though it were about to vanish entirely. Meanwhile, the sky's clouds surged in waves, and Han Li felt a growing sense of astonishment as a powerful spiritual pressure began to take shape—clearly the signal that the ninth wave of lightning was about to begin. Seeing the ritual objects still several feet away from the full moon, slowly approaching, Han Li could no longer hold his composure. A flash of brilliant light flashed in his eyes, and suddenly he roared, focusing his divine awareness and launching a sudden, piercing strike toward the full moon. An invisible immense force acted upon the area near the moon, causing ripples like waves to shimmer and dance around it. The three ritual objects, precisely positioned within this rippling zone, instantly gained an additional third of their original speed. Seeing this, Han Li immediately opened his mouth again, spitting out a stream of pure blood, then rapidly flicking his ten fingers against the blood with swift motions. The blood instantly transformed into a mist, vanishing almost instantly. Only three relics remained, floating alone in the void. Whether they had carried something from the moon or were completely empty, even Han Li could not clearly explain. After a thunderous roar, the electric arcs that had previously relentlessly struck Han Li's flight light suddenly flashed and vanished into the clouds. Rather than feeling relieved, Han Li grew more serious. He glanced around, then waved his hand toward the distance. The gourd and other items immediately shot back. Without hesitation, Han Li activated a shimmering green glow around himself, and in a single motion, he swept the three relics into a swift flight, landing them beside the next array. He quickly examined the three relics, then swiftly extended his hand and grasped the yellow gourd floating in mid-air. After a quick glance inside, he flipped it once, and it vanished completely. As for the other two relics, he paid no attention, simply storing them directly into his storage pouch. Throughout the entire process, Han Li's face remained calm and unchanged, revealing no signs of disturbance. However, the subtle fragrance emanating from his artifacts clearly indicated that Han Li had not been idle in his preparations. Tianlan the beast paid no attention to what was unfolding, its entire being now captivated by the thunderous calamity above. The scattered lightning arcs in the sky had completely vanished, yet from the region directly above the beast, powerful and unusual fluctuations surged, compelling it to remain fully focused. The creature's silvery aura had entirely dissipated, and now it stood directly upon the magical array, emitting no further gray-white mist—seeming fully aware that these misty emissions offered no assistance to the thunderstorm below. As Han Li smiled slightly, preparing to speak to the beast, a deep, resonant thunderclap echoed from the heavens. A colossal silver arc, as thick as a water cistern, suddenly emerged from beneath the clouds, stretching over twenty paces in length. After flashing with silver light several times, it seemed like a massive silver dragon charging straight down toward the Tianlan beast, nearly illuminating half the sky before it even made contact. The sheer momentum and brilliance were truly astonishing. A tremendous roar echoed as the silver dragon struck solidly against the silver light shield, releasing a brilliant, dazzling glow that caused the shield to tremble violently before settling back calmly. After its first strike failed, the silver electric dragon did not dissipate or vanish but instead began to coil and weave around the shield. The powerful thunderous impacts continued to resonate from the shield's surface, yet with each strike, the dragon's form shrank slightly—after a series of over a dozen blows, it had dwindled to only half its original size. "All right, friend, you may now withdraw your treasures; I can handle this myself," the Tianlan beast suddenly announced loudly from within the shield. Upon hearing this, Han Li did not find it surprising. With a simple hand gesture, he gently enclosed the magical array, and the silver light shield instantly vanished. The beast had already reminded him of this matter earlier during their journey. Although the transformed lightning calamity of the yao clan can enlist others as protectors or even have them partially absorb its power, the final burden must be borne by the recipient, who has to personally withstand approximately half the strength of each wave of lightning strikes. Otherwise, the lightning will repeatedly strike, never abating. Thus, when he mentioned asking Han Li to intervene, he simply meant having Han Li absorb the majority of the power from the remaining three waves of lightning. Upon hearing this, Han Li immediately withdrew his silver shield. Without the shield's protection, the silver electric dragon surged directly toward the yao beast Tian Lan, but was instantly blocked by the gray-white yao embryo, which shimmered and deflected the massive arcs of lightning. The spherical embryo trembled slightly but remained suspended, effortlessly withstanding the now-weakened lightning strikes. Subsequently, no matter from which direction the silver dragon charged, it was always intercepted by the embryo before reaching Tian Lan, and with each successive thunderous impact, the silver dragon rapidly shrank in size. Han Li watched the scene, ran a hand over his chin, then looked up at the sky again, quietly pondering: "It seems clear that I can easily absorb the power of the final two lightning strikes. After all, a lightning calamity from an eighth-rank beast isn't particularly formidable—though it may be daunting for such a beast, it poses no real challenge for me. The real question is whether this beast can withstand the remaining lightning power on its own!" (Second update!)