He, standing high and above, noticed that the massive forms emerging from both sides of the pond were actually two enormous, pale-yellow hands, now slowly rising upward from the earth. The once-thirty-to-forty-zhang-deep pond of blazing light had vanished completely, its waters gone, leaving behind an unusually deep and profound stillness. At the very center of the pond's floor, a flash of unusual radiance revealed a colossal eye, two zhang in diameter, which then slowly rotated, emitting a cold, sharp glow. Seeing this scene, Han Li jolted, suddenly recalling a renowned race from the spiritual realm. His face turned pale, as if suddenly drained of color. Without hesitation, he accelerated his flight speed significantly, rushing upward toward the sky. However, after using the Taiyi Hua Qing Seal, he could no longer move swiftly. Though the court-dressed young woman and the three slender, dark-skinned youths of the Silver Wolf Clan had not yet noticed these changes, they both sensed an inexplicable sense of danger. The woman emitted a sharp, cold exhalation and then spat out a crimson silk handkerchief. With a further gesture, a streak of jade-green light, about one zhang in width, surged forth like a dragon, spiraling and dancing around it—revealing an exceptionally divine, azure blade. The silk handkerchief spun once around her head and instantly transformed into a glowing, rosy shield, enclosing the young woman within. The three young men simultaneously pressed palm seals, emitting a soft silvery glow; their three glows then merged into a single, large silver orb, fully engulfing them. As soon as the four senior immortal cultivators had established their defenses, no further spells were cast by them. At the center of the water pond, the ground stretching nearly a thousand zhang in radius erupted in a thunderous, earth-shattering roar, cracking and splitting open. The massive eye at the bottom of the pond blinked once, and the suspended setting sun crystal, which had hung above the pond, plunged swiftly downward, vanishing into the eye in a flash. Then, gradually, a colossal formation, resembling a mountain, rose up from beneath the ground. Han Li observed it clearly from above. The colossal being stood hundreds of zhang tall, with gray-yellow soil covering most of its body. Its two arms were raised toward the sky, revealing a lifeform of such immense stature that it was almost unimaginable. Had it not been for Han Li's personal encounters with the extraordinary celestial spirits Luo Hua and You Tian Kunpeng in the human realm, he would have found it hard to believe that such vast beings existed in the world. Around its waist, it wore a hide of unknown origin. The mountain-like head bore a deep depression on its forehead, where only a single large eye remained. This eye, formed from a vast pool of water, was the sole sight in the otherwise sunken area. In addition, the being possessed an unusually ugly, flat nose and a long, narrow mouth that extended all the way to its cheekbones, revealing a row of sharp, white teeth when its lips were slightly parted. It had not yet fully risen to its feet, only its upper body having emerged from the ground, while its lower half remained deeply embedded in the earth. It fixed its single gaze upon the four female demons, dressed in imperial robes, each no larger than an ant, with absolutely no expression on its face. "Impossible! It's an ancient giant! Run! We cannot possibly stand against something like this," the imperial-clad woman exclaimed, now fully recognizing the giant's form, her face pale with shock. She finally understood why the Blue City's commander had ignored the fate of the elder monk and simply retreated—he had clearly sensed certain early signs. With no further hesitation, the woman pressed her palms together, chanting incantations, and the red energy shield encircling her spun rapidly. A deep, resonant "thud" echoed as the shield shattered into scattered crimson mist, and the woman vanished entirely. Yet moments later, a flash of red light appeared in the sky fifty to sixty zhang away, and the graceful figure of the woman emerged clearly. The three lean young men, equally startled by the giant, only now realized what had happened when they saw the woman had escaped—promptly raising their hands and chanting their own unique escape incantations to distance themselves from the looming celestial threat. But at that moment, the one-eyed giant suddenly opened his mouth, emitted a strange sound, and drew in a sharp breath. Instantly, a gale surged forth, and the three slender young men felt a tremendous force abruptly pulling at their protective silver glow, dragging them upward into the air. Startled, they desperately chanted their incantations to resist. Yet how could three Yuan-Enlightened cultivators hope to withstand the force that even the less experienced Shao Fu and Lan City Master—both in the Wuxing stage—had to flee from? The three young immortals were lifted off the ground and forcibly drawn toward the giant's gaping maw. This time, the three young cultivators were truly terrified. One of them suddenly rolled through the air, transforming into a massive silver wolf several zhang long. As this wolf gave off a piercing, mournful howl toward the sky, the other two young men instantly transformed into silver streaks and plunged into the wolf's body. Immediately, brilliant flashes of green and crimson light surged from either side of the silver wolf's head, each revealing a smaller, green-and-red wolf's head. Three wolf-heads roared simultaneously, and at the same time, streaks of silver, crimson, and jade light erupted from their mouths, instantly blending into the protective glow. Though their form did not halt, the urgent momentum immediately slowed, and they soon eased into a more relaxed pace. In a moment of desperation, the creature finally unified the three forms, returning to its original three-headed wolf essence. Even the lowest-ranked ancient giants, upon reaching adulthood, possessed powers equivalent to the initial stage of the Liangxi realm. Some exceptionally gifted giants could even hold their own against beings at the Consolidated stage or beyond. As for the thousand-eyed giant mentioned in the records, it could even contend with true celestial and terrestrial spirits such as the True Dragon and the Heavenly Phoenix. Han Li found himself somewhat puzzled, yet unwilling to retreat at this moment. At this point, the three-headed silver wolves successively expelled several treasures from their mouths, breaking the suction and escaping confinement. However, each time a treasure was released, it immediately emitted a "whoosh" sound and was instantly ensnared by the blossoming clusters of silver runes that appeared, being swallowed whole by the giant's massive maw without any chance to take effect. Thus, the three-headed silver wolves could only rely on their own magical strength, gradually drifting toward the giant's mouth. Despite their vigorous efforts to spew out vibrant tricolor light halos, they could not halt the advance at all. Yet even so, the giant began to grow increasingly impatient. Suddenly raised a colossal palm, as if swatting flies, and swept it toward the three wolf demon beasts. A vast expanse of black shadows descended, instantly enveloping the wolf demons. Even before the true grasp made contact, the protective flames of the wolf demons were pressed and trembled under the force of the palm wind, as though they might vanish at any moment. Under such an immense and terrifying hand, even though their bodies were as hard as iron, they would surely be crushed into pulp. Yet this particular wolf was held firmly by the overwhelming force, unable to evade the grasp. The giant wolf's eyes filled with despair. As the hand—enormous as a gallery—genuinely closed around the three-headed giant wolves, an unexpected phenomenon occurred. Suddenly, a flash of yellow light appeared near the giant wolf, and a slender figure emerged mysteriously from the void. Without a word, he launched two powerful punches. It was Elder Huan Tian Qi of the Qiong Shu clan. One punch aimed directly at the massive hand in the sky, while the other targeted the three-headed wolf demon encased in its tricolor flames. The tips of both fists radiated brilliant, vivid light, and two glowing yellow fist-bursts shot Two thunderous crashes—when the beam of light from the young man's fist met the giant's massive palm, the latter momentarily paused before being crushed and dispersed under the overwhelming force. The other arrow struck directly upon the protective flame of the wolf spirit, causing its body to tremble and then being forcefully propelled outward, breaking free from the giant's intense suction. At that moment, as the giant's palm descended, the young man flickered slightly, as if vanishing into the air. Yet instantly, he reappeared tens of zhang away, having reached ahead of where the wolf had been launched, and charged forward, lightly touching the three wolf heads with his staff. Points of azure light coalesced mid-air, forming within a moment into a vast, translucent mirror. The large-bodied wolf spirit collided head-on with the mirror's surface, sending ripples outward, before gradually rebounding back. "Thank you so much, Elder Huan, for your life-saving grace!" The three wolf heads, slightly dazed, quickly expressed their gratitude. They were amazed—unharmed, indeed! Step back, you simply can't stand a chance against this. I never expected there to be ancient giants here—clearly, they've been sleeping deep within the valley since before the Three Realms were established; otherwise, no way would anyone have reached this place. Another flash of white light appears in the sky nearby, and a man in a white robe steps forward, none other than Huangliang Lingjun. He gazes intently at the massive creature in the distance, his expression grave. "Hmph, of course! An ancient giant of such size—no matter how dim-sighted the guards at the Three Realms' entrances may be, they couldn't possibly allow such a formidable being to enter our two clans' territories. Still, this is only a one-eyed giant, and judging by its condition, it must be severely wounded, which explains why it has remained dormant here all this time. With a combined effort, we can drain enough vital energy to defeat it," the young man from the Huan family said, his tone sharp. "As for dividing the spoils—have you heard? This giant seems to carry a large piece of Luoyang Crystal. That's the finest material for crafting supreme yang spiritual treasures." "Master Huangliang frowned slightly. "I have no interest in the items brought by that rebellious lineage of the spiritual clan—only in that Luoyang Crystal." The boy with the Han surname seemed well-prepared, speaking with decisive confidence. "Very well, then. You all must remain vigilant—though we have temporarily repelled them, we must guard against their return." Suddenly, Master Huangliang turned his gaze toward a group of figures appearing in the distance, speaking coldly. Hearing these words, Han Li looked up from the sky and followed the direction of his gaze. To his surprise, it was the Blue Commander and the lady in the palace robes who had returned, along with several human, demon, and spiritual clan members—yet no single member of the spiritual clan was visible.