A massive beam of light erupted from the center of the spell array, with a diameter of over a hundred paces. Its speed was so rapid that Han Li had no time to react, unable to even shift his position on the cliff wall. Han Li was stunned. This beam seemed to possess some divine marvel, piercing straight through the celestial magnetic mountain above, and arriving directly before him. The surroundings shimmered with a blood-red glow. At the same time, Han Li felt a sudden tightening on his body, rendering even his smallest finger immobile. His face turned pale with alarm. Suddenly, he mentally activated a sword technique. Instantly, the spiraling lotus formations around him flashed briefly, then reverted into a series of short, sword-length flying blades. These blades swiftly transformed into sharp beams of light, all converging in the same direction and striking with great force. The sword beams vanished instantly, effortlessly penetrating the radiant column, as though the entire colossal beam were merely a fleeting illusion. Yet Han Li remained completely still, and the surrounding air had solidified into an iron-hard substance, tightly binding and immobilizing his limbs and body. Han Li drew in a deep, cool breath. Witnessing the blood-colored runes of varying sizes emerging from above his head, as though another transformation was about to unfold, he immediately abandoned any further reserve. With a mighty cry, golden light shimmered across Han Li's form, and a true celestial magic image of a three-headed, six-armed Buddhist saint materialized above his head. The image sat with its legs crossed, its six hands simultaneously forming intricate hand seals. A radiant golden aura instantly radiated outward from the image. Wherever this aura touched, the previously serene blood-colored light pillars subtly shimmered, as if rippling slightly. At the same time, Han Li sensed the air around him grow lighter, as though it had subtly relaxed. Overjoyed, he murmured incantations continuously, with his inner qi swirling ceaselessly, striving to push the True Buddhist Magician's Art to its peak. Yet, just then, the blood-colored light array above suddenly burst into brilliant radiance. Immediately, as the blood-colored runes at the center of the array dispersed, a vast, dark hole of several dozen zhang in diameter suddenly appeared. Within, ghostly wails echoed loudly, and countless blood shadows rolled and surged erratically. At the same time, the blood-colored light pillar surged and began to rotate. Han Li felt an immense pressure settle upon his body, instantly vanishing the slight mobility he had just regained. Suddenly, countless runes shimmered forth from the surrounding blood glow and shot directly toward him. "Ah!" Even though Han Li was usually calm and composed, his face now turned pale. Though he did not know the exact power of these runes, now that he was completely immobilized by the seal, he could only serve as a target. In a moment of urgency, Han Li swiftly activated his inner sword technique, causing the surrounding flying swords to flicker and suddenly appear around him. With a slight rotation, a cascade of emerald swordlight surged forth in all directions, cutting down like mountains. However, wherever the Qingguang passed, the runes flickered briefly and then remained undisturbed. They instantly pierced through the swordlight and reached the spot before Han Li. Han Li gritted his teeth, and a surge of black qi rippled over his body, forming a dark, formidable shield of aura. At the same time, he sent out a mental command, instantly establishing communication with the gold-devouring insects within his spirit-animal bag. With a sharp expression of determination, he prepared to release all over a thousand mature-bodied insects at once. No matter how strange the current seal appeared, could it possibly withstand such a large number of mature gold-devouring insects? As for the runes themselves, they would have to rely solely on the protective shield and his strong physical body to endure. Though he had already advanced to the Lianxi stage, such a large number of insects could only sustain him for a brief moment. Now, facing this overwhelming crisis, he could only proceed step by step. Yet, what happened next caused Han Li to pause, instantly halting his intention to summon the insects. As the runes were about to strike him, they suddenly changed direction, dispersing into shimmering streaks of light that seeped into the object held in his hand. Han Li felt a sudden warmth in his palm, and the pyramidal fruit he had clutched tightly suddenly vibrated, pushing his fingers apart and rising upward as a radiant white glow. Within just a few flashes, the fruit soared to over a hundred paces high, encased in countless blood runes. Then, the fruit spun swiftly, its size instantly swelling several times over, causing the blood runes to shatter under the impact. A cascade of sword-like beams of white light burst forth, scattering and pulverizing the runes as they flashed and dissolved. When the light subsided, the white glow vanished completely. The transformed fruit now floated motionless in the air. Witnessing all that had just unfolded, Han Li was utterly stunned. But he quickly regained his composure, and the magical energy he had already been gathering surged forth like a tide, rushing upward toward his celestial form. The Buddha-form figure instantly trembled, and the golden glow radiating from his body spun wildly before rapidly expanding outward in all directions. This time, the glow was brilliant and dazzling, as though a golden sun had risen directly above Han Li's head. "Divine and Demon Sovereign, Commanding the Sun!" A solemn voice suddenly issued from Han Li's mouth. At once, the three heads within the Buddha-form lifted their heads simultaneously, and his six arms extended outward, sweeping in unison, as a deep, resonant roar echoed forth. The golden sun expanded and contracted, then burst into splendor. Following the thunderous roar, concentric waves of golden light surged outward, taking on the form of tangible ripples. Where these waves passed, the previously seemingly still golden light flashed violently before retreating rapidly. Within a radius of over ten zhang centered on Han Li, the golden light was forcibly pushed aside. Han Li regained his freedom at once. This divine technique, known as "Divine and Demon Sovereign, Commanding the Sun," was one that Han Li had independently refined and mastered while advancing to the Liangxi stage of cultivation, through his own deep study of the Fanzheng Z In essence, it merely relies on the power of the Dharma form to concentrate the full potency of the cultivation technique at a single point and unleash it all at once. This seemingly ordinary strike just now had already drained half of Han Li's internal cultivation energy. Of course, Han Li was unaware that without the unique blend of Buddhist and demonic qualities inherent in the Fàn Shèng Zhēn Mó Technique—its attributes being exceptionally special—any other cultivation method would have utterly bound even a fully consolidated-level cultivator, leaving him unable to free himself from the blood-bound condition. One could not help but remark that his fortune has remained quite favorable thus far. Yet, even as Han Li struggled fiercely, finally breaking free, a sudden roar erupted within the black hole of the blood-colored light array above, launching countless vivid crimson filaments that surged forth, aiming to completely envelop the Xuan Tian Fruit beneath. The Xuan Tian Fruit, as if imbued with spirit, gently trembled on its surface and then emitted a multitude of white radiance. As the white light and crimson filaments intertwined, a series of crisp crackling sounds erupted, like bursts of splintering. Although the white streaks were exceptionally sharp, cutting the majority of the blood filaments into fragments, they seemed to falter soon after, their glow dimming. Even then, the remaining filaments tightly enveloped the Tianxian fruit, as if encasing it in a massive blood cocoon. Despite the fruit's vigorous struggles and constant tremors within the filaments, the two waves of white streaks clearly drained its strength. After being pulled by the filaments, the fruit still surged toward the dark, gaping hole. At that moment, however, a burst of golden light erupted suddenly within the lower blood glow, scattering vast areas of it. Then, a streak of jade-green light pierced through the blood glow and shot forth—after a brief flash, it reached the vicinity of the cocoon. A flash of spiritual light revealed it transforming into a large, jade-green hand, reaching downward to grasp the cocoon. With a solid "thud," the green hand firmly seized the cocoon. Instantly, countless sword-like beams flashed forth from the hand and surged toward the blood filaments, cutting them fiercely. Yet an odd phenomenon occurred—the swordlight struck the blood filaments, only to vanish as if ethereal, failing to touch or affect them in any way. As the azure glow receded, the large azure hand instantly transformed into Han Li’s form, one sleeve flashing with an eerie azure luminescence, wrapping tightly around the Xuan Tian fruit. However, the sheer pulling force of the blood filaments far exceeded Han Li’s expectations. Even so, the Xuan Tian fruit continued to drift upward, slowly ascending toward the sky. Were it not for the fruit itself struggling fiercely and resisting the overwhelming force of the filaments, it would have been drawn directly into the void black hole within moments. Even thus, the Xuan Tian fruit would only be pulled into the black hole after a brief interval. Han Li grew increasingly anxious. Suddenly, with his other hand, he pointed a surge of azure energy toward the void. The flying sword emitted a long, resonant cry, then suddenly became as insubstantial as if it had dissolved entirely—reducing to a faint, delicate azure trace, as though it had completely lost its form. This was precisely the sword spirit’s ability to dissolve into ethereality. Immediately, Qinghen flashed, and a series of deep, resonant sounds followed. Those seemingly intangible blood threads suddenly snapped into countless segments, multiplied in number. Han Li was overjoyed. Without a thought, he merely shook his sleeve, and a single strand of green silk shot forth, while the other flying swords flashed briefly and then swiftly converged, vanishing into his body. With Han Li's current speed of foresight and evasiveness, just two flashes had already carried him to a distance of two hundred paces. With a few more such movements, he would be completely gone, utterly invisible. Breathing deeply in the flowing light, Han Li thought he had finally escaped by sheer luck. Yet at this very moment, another unexpected change occurred in the sky! The black hole within the crimson light array suddenly contracted, and a blood-red ribbon of light shot forth—only to blur slightly before mysteriously spanning two hundred paces of force, catching up to Han Li's side. Han Li was startled. This ribbon of light was moving far too swiftly. He had no time to react at all when a flash of bloodlight erupted before his eyes, and both his body and the Xiantian fruit were instantly sucked into the blood-colored stream. The stream's surface flashed once, then changed direction and shot back with great force. Du Su, equally swift, was utterly stunned—after a brief flash, he vanished into the black hole. At the very instant the stream entered the black hole, the blood-colored light array in the sky roared with a thunderous sound, causing the surrounding blood clouds to surge and roll violently, and simultaneously revealing streaks of blood-colored lightning. As the array began to emit a flood of characters, its surface gradually blurred. Inside the stream, Han Li felt his head heavy and his feet light, losing his ability to fly. He launched a flying sword at the stream, but it merely bounced back without effect. Even after fully transforming the sword into a spirit form, he still could not pierce through the stream at all. At that moment, the surrounding light dimmed, and a mournful, howling wind sound filled the air. Then a powerful, unusual spatial fluctuation surged forth all around. Han Li murmured under his breath, "Not good!" and his heart sank.