To everyone's sight, the blood cloud surged and instantly coalesced into a lotus of blood, spinning smoothly before shooting out several dozen paces—then vanishing into the void in a flash. This sudden development left Huan Tian stunned, who immediately grew furious and opened his mouth, spewing out a gust of gray, misty妖 wind that swept across the landscape, rushing straight toward where Han Li had hidden. Though the creature could not see Han Li's form, it instinctively sensed someone casting a spell to conceal themselves, based on years of combat experience—thus, it had taken the small vial and moved on. Upon seeing the fierce wind rushing toward him, Han Li's expression grew serious. With his current concealed position, he could not immediately escape the wind's reach; once caught within its path, the power of his Taiyi Huaqing Seal would surely be disrupted. At that very moment, Xu Tian's face darkened, and with one hand pressing a series of gestures, he focused intently on the incoming wind, adopting a serious stance. A sharp "pffft!" sound, a blood-red swordlight resembling a celestial rainbow surged forth from Xu Tian's hands, flashing past and cleaving the妖wind right in two, then rushing straight toward Han Tian Qi's divine slash. Han Tian Qi was startled and quickly extended one hand, palm outstretched. A gray妖claw materialized above his head and reached toward the bloodlight; the gray and crimson glows intertwined, momentarily holding their own. Han Li saw this and was overjoyed, instantly vanishing from sight and drifting gently upward. Yet at that very moment, Han Li suddenly heard a cold sneer from behind: "Where do you think you're going!" Then, he felt a flash of golden haze in the air, and a white jade seal unexpectedly appeared above his head, swelling to over ten zhang in size before crashing down, precisely encasing Han Li within it. The strike was as swift as lightning—so fast that even Xu Tian had no time to intervene, merely gasping in surprise. Han Li had long witnessed the power of this jade seal—capable of withstanding even a solid stone staff half as large as the one-headed giant, emerging unscathed. He knew he could not easily absorb such a blow. His face changed expression several times before he sighed softly. Suddenly, where the seal had appeared to be empty, a flash of silver revealed Han Li himself. He lightly tapped his forehead, and a cluster of emerald light encased a small cauldron, which then opened, emitting a clear resonant tone. From within, countless strands of emerald light burst forth, interweaving and flashing, instantly forming a luminous net that precisely supported the falling seal. The great seal struck the emerald net without mercy. A deep, resonant roar echoed as the jade seal proved truly extraordinary—its contact immediately caused the net to crack and fragment. Yet, due to the celestial power of the Virtual Sky Cauldron, the radiating light filaments deflected the descent, momentarily halting the seal's momentum. Seizing this opportunity, Han Li pressed his palms together in a series of gestures, and instantly, a thunderous sound resonated behind him, revealing a silvery-white pair of feathered wings. Then, as his body twisted, he transformed into a strand of white silk, vanishing together with the small cauldron above his head. When the great seal finally broke through the green net and descended, it naturally landed in empty space. At that moment, a flash of green electric arcs shimmered thirty or so zhang away, and Han Li gradually materialized before them, silently. " How could you command these treasures? You are not Shiyan!" Suddenly, Xutian's voice, filled with disbelief, rang out from within the blood-cloud, and as the cloud churned, a figure several inches tall rose up on the cloud's surface. He stared at Han Li with astonishment—none other than Xuanling Xutian. "You are not of the Ling race—you are a human cultivator!" Behind the spot where Han Li had previously stood, a glow shimmered, and the figure of Huangliang Lingjun appeared, his face aglow with surprise. Huan Tian Qi also seized the opportunity, using his magical claws to scatter Faced with the three Liang-level immortals all stunned, Han Li said nothing further, merely pressing his palms together in a series of gestures and then spouting a jet of pure blood from his mouth. As the thick blood mist surged forth, it immediately engulfed his form completely. "Trying to escape!" Xu Tian, upon seeing this, instantly recognized it as a refined form of evasive technique and exclaimed in rage. He then moved his body's blood cloud, preparing to charge forward. "Hmph. Xu Tian, why so eager? I'd like to personally experience your Blood Wound Spirit Lotus. Huang Liang, as a human cultivator, you'll take care of him." Huán Tianqi instantly began to half-transform into a half-divine being, his figure flickering into a streak of light and rushing toward Xu Tian, while speaking with a chilling tone. "Rest assured," Huang Liang, the Spirit Sovereign, calmly stated, his gaze fixed on Han Li without blinking. "Even if Han Li possesses a single spiritual artifact, he will surely not escape my grasp." He had already instantly recognized Han Li's Virtual Heaven Cauldron as a spiritual treasure. As the Spring Beam Lord finished speaking, a slender green sword sprang forth from his mouth, flowing like a dragon, and in an instant reached the space above the blood mist, delivering a decisive strike. A soft "clang" echoed as a golden beam shot out from within the mist, deflecting the green glow though it was repelled—successfully countering the green light. A golden sword, about a foot long, emerged from the mist. The Yellow Beam Lord sneered, then pointed with a single hand toward the green glow. The green glow surged downward and immediately intertwined with the golden sword, its brilliance overwhelming the golden beam, which dimmed significantly. Then, the green glow spun rapidly, transforming into a large green sword wheel, several zhang in diameter, spinning at high speed and aiming to shatter the central sword. A sharp, metallic scraping sound resonated, and though the golden sword had nearly faded to a faint glow, it remained undamaged under the relentless blows of the spinning wheel. In fact, the golden sword held firm, tightly ensnaring the green glow and preventing it from making further progress. "Hmm," the Huangliang Lingjun murmured, slightly astonished. Though his flying sword was not forged from any particularly extraordinary materials, it had taken immense effort to perfect during the early stages of the Great Way, and over the course of thousands of years of cultivation, its power had grown to rival that of ordinary immortal treasures. Yet now, it could not even cut through the flying sword of a Huashen cultivator—this was truly strange. At this moment, the blood mist was violently swirling, and Han Li was murmuring incantations, constantly shifting his fingers in intricate hand seals, as if he were about to complete his spell. Seeing this scene, Huanglang Lingjun's astonishment deepened, but then a flash of cold light passed through his eyes, and immediately, the yellow-glowing aura around him dimmed and faded, vanishing completely from his spot. Han Li took a deep breath, and suddenly a streak of blood appeared across his brow, revealing a dark, round eye. Instantly, a slender beam of dark light shot forth from his eyes and then vanished. A tremendous roar suddenly echoed in the space ten or more zhang away, followed by a series of flashes of yellow and black light, and then Huanglang Lingjun reappeared, gasping in surprise: "Your Breakthrough Eye Technique! You truly possess such a treasure!" The cultivator at the Lingxu stage now appeared utterly serious, yet after his initial shock, he grew not only calm but delighted. He raised one hand and gently reached forward, grasping the void before him. A piercing sound of rushing air erupted above Han Li's head, causing fierce winds to surge around him. Numerous strands of shimmering light appeared spontaneously, quickly coalescing into a single, magnificent jade axe, about one zhang long, seemingly carved from pure crystal. Spring-Liang Lingjun clasped her five fingers together, then swept her hand downward, softly uttering the character "cut." The five-colored jade axe trembled slightly and began to descend slowly. Even before reaching the blood mist, a deep rumbling thunder echoed beneath its blade. Clusters of vibrant blue electric sparks leapt and danced, while the surrounding space visibly warped and distorted—demonstrating the axe's extraordinary power. Han Li, who had been closing his eyes and concentrating within the blood mist, naturally witnessed the entire scene, his face instantly pale with astonishment. He didn't pause to think much. As soon as he opened his mouth, a small, dark mountain burst forth, swaying slightly and immediately releasing a series of hazy, glowing rings. Strange indeed—wherever these rings passed, the previously steady, jade-green swordlight, which had been pressed under the golden flying swords with no counterforce, began to emit faint cries of distress, trembling and wavering as if its power had momentarily diminished. The massive jade mace, however, proved far more formidable than the jade-green swordlight. Upon being swept by the rings, it merely swayed once before effortlessly cleaving through several of the light circles, its descent unaffected. The distant Ling Jun of the Huanglang was startled, yet without further thought, issued a low cry and swiftly cast a series of hand seals. Instantly, the sound of jade hammers and thunder roared, and waves of emerald electric arcs surged forth, cutting through the gray aura with powerful force, ultimately shattering it into fragments. With this brief delay, Han Li's form in the blood mist blurred momentarily, then suddenly transformed into a streak of bloodlight, shooting forth from the mist. After a slight tremor, he appeared astonishingly at a distance of several hundred paces, reduced to a dark dot. The flying swords and the dark hills of varying heights likewise vanished into nothingness. This was precisely Han Li's life-preserving technique, "Blood Shadow Evade," refined by his Chuzheng stage cultivation and his now formidable physical strength—now even more miraculous and astonishing. After a few swift movements, the evasive light disappeared completely into the sky. Even Huanglang Ling Jun, and the two combatants, Xu Tian and Huan Tian Qi, far off and engaged in fierce struggle, were left momentarily stunned. But suddenly, the three of them roared in unison, simultaneously pressing their seals, and instantly transformed into three streaks of brilliant light, each stretching over ten or more zhang, swiftly pursuing the fleeing figure. After a series of quick flashes, their silhouettes too vanished at the horizon, and it appeared that their speed of flight was no less than that of the blood-shadow's. (First chapter!