Even if he could not see beyond the ribbon, he knew for certain that he had been drawn into the black hole. In a moment of desperation, Han Li struck his forehead with a firm palm. Instantly, a flash of black light erupted, and a dark, luminous eye emerged—precisely the Extinction Method of Vision he had diligently cultivated for so many years. Since ordinary attacks proved ineffective against the ribbon, he had no choice but to rely on this specialized, unconventional technique designed specifically to penetrate seals. His sudden inspiration clearly paid off. A slender column of black light shot forth from the Extinction Method of Vision, and as it struck, the seemingly unbreakable crimson ribbon shimmered and was instantly pierced. A single stroke of the light column then cleaved open a gap several zhang wide. The ease with which this was accomplished left Han Li momentarily stunned, then filled him with joy. Without hesitation, he simply spread his wings behind him, and in a flash, he was airborne, emerging from the ribbon. As the luminous glow faded, Han Li stepped out of the black hole, his wings fluttering steadily. This wasn't due to any form of teleportation technique—rather, it was solely thanks to the inherent flight power of his Wind-Thunder Wings that allowed him to remain suspended in midair. Otherwise, he would have immediately plunged downward into the depths of the black hole. Suddenly, a chorus of eerie wails echoed around him, as countless blood-colored spectral figures surged forward. Han Li's expression darkened, and he clenched his hands together. A thunderous roar erupted, and countless golden arcs of lightning shot forth from his palms. These arcs were remarkably thick and robust—far surpassing the previous divine-protecting thunder bolts he had summoned. This was an unexpected bonus brought about by the sword technique he employed. The newly refined flying sword not only absorbed all the spiritual essence of the Golden Lightning Bamboo but also fully captured the divine-protecting thunder energy within. As a result, while the sword's inherent qualities were refined to their peak, the quantity and power of the divine-protecting thunder energy also advanced significantly. Now, after being summoned and driven forth by Han Li, he appears utterly unstoppable! A series of thunderous explosions follow, as waves of golden lightning flash across the surroundings, scattering the blood-colored phantom figures that surge toward him. Yet the number of these blood shadows is overwhelming—seeming endless—each one charging bravely, relentlessly pressing forward into Han Li’s advancing wave. Some of the more solidified forms even open their mouths, spewing out plumes of gushing, blood-tinged filaments that pierce straight through the network of divine-evil lightning, reaching close to Han Li. However, under Han Li’s swift hand gestures, a surge of ethereal swordlight instantly intercepts these blood filaments. As the jade light flickers and dims, the filaments crack and shatter, reduced to fragments. At the same time, the resonant roar of the blood-light array floods into Han Li’s ears, and the spatial vibrations within the black hole grow increasingly intense. With a quick glance around, Han Li instantly grasps the nature of the unknown crisis confronting him. His face paled instantly, and with a powerful flap of his wings, he surged forward, several flashes bringing him nearly to the edge of the black hole, intent on flying out. A heavy "thud" echoed. Han Li staggered, as if he had collided with an invisible wall, bouncing back against a transparent barrier. With his wings flapping furiously, Han Li only managed to steady himself, now filled with shock and fury. As he prepared to shift his stance and immediately unleash his great powers to shatter the barrier, a tremendous suction suddenly surged from deep within the black hole! The force was so strong that Han Li could hardly resist, being pulled back to his original position, and even as he fell, he continued to reel backward without pause. Han Li's face turned ashen, his astonishment beyond words! The crimson light array trembled more violently, its surface growing increasingly hazy and translucent, as though it might vanish at any moment. All this unfolded swiftly—within mere breaths. Han Li, trapped within the black hole by the powerful suction, with no further hesitation, unleashed all his inner powers at once, hoping merely to break free for a moment. At that instant, golden halos, gray light veils, five-colored flames, golden lightning arcs, and a cascade of jade-blue sword beams erupted simultaneously around him. The combined power of so many abilities was truly formidable! Wave after wave of colorful flames surged forth, completely engulfing Han Li's form. Even the strongest suction force momentarily weakened. Han Li was overjoyed and was about to immediately fly outward toward the black hole's edge when, suddenly, the surrounding blood-colored shadows emitted a mournful cry, followed by a series of deep, resonant "pops." Under an odd force, they burst and dispersed simultaneously, transforming into streaks of blood-hued light veils. These veils swiftly vanished into the depths of the black hole. Han Li immediately felt the surrounding scenery blur, a deeply familiar sensation rising instantly to the surface. This was precisely the scene he had gone through countless times before, each time on the verge of being transported. "Unfavorable," he thought, though he did not know where he would be sent—he simply knew it must be a most unwelcome destination. At once, darkness surged from his brows, radiating a powerful black glow, and a column of black light erupted and shot forth. The dark light flashed, then vanished into the surrounding scene. The blurred view stabilized slightly, only to return to its original state. Han Li's face turned ashen, his brows glowing with intense black light, which now burst forth in wild, frantic beams in every direction. Simultaneously, the tripartite, six-armed celestial form hovering above his head raised all six arms, sending waves of golden light flashing out, attempting to interrupt the transmission. Yet the darkness within the void resonated with a deep hum, and all his attacks vanished in an instant, failing to make any noticeable impact. Clearly, this transmission was different from any he had witnessed before—it seemed completely unaffected by his efforts. Han Li felt a sudden weight settle in his heart, for the first time experiencing a sense of helplessness, while at the same time a strange sensation stirred within him. According to his past experience, when the surrounding scenery grew hazy, he should have been transported away instantly. Yet this process had unfolded so slowly! As Han Li grew increasingly alarmed and rapidly pondered the situation, he suddenly felt a sharp, needle-like pain in his palm where he was holding the Xuan Tian fruit, as though something sharp had pierced his hand. He was startled and immediately looked down. To his surprise, he realized that, having pushed the Fan Sheng Zhen Mo technique to its utmost, his golden-lit palm had been subtly pierced by a fine hole, with fresh red blood now seeping out. At the very spot where the fruit had been held, a sharp wooden spine had emerged, unusually prominent, and stained with blood—clearly the very cause of the pain. To be sure, Han Li's physical resilience surpassed that of ordinary法宝 by several degrees, and under the forced operation of the Buddhist-Sacred True Magic Technique, the strength of his palms was now even greater than usual. Yet, he was effortlessly pierced by a mere wooden thorn. Had he not witnessed it himself, he would have found it hard to believe. As the Heavenly Origin Fruit underwent a sudden transformation, Han Li's face expressed astonishment. Before he could even cast a spell to stem the bleeding, a flash of white light from the fruit absorbed all his vital essence into its surface. Immediately thereafter, a clear, resonant tone erupted from within the fruit, soaring straight into the heavens. At that very moment, Han Li's expression turned pale, and his wrist, suddenly twitching as if bitten by a serpent, seemed to want to hurl the fruit away. Yet the fruit remained firmly adhered to his palm, utterly immovable. Han Li's face instantly turned as pale as paper. He felt his vital essence rushing through the small opening on his palm into the fruit, even as he desperately summoned his internal techniques—still unable to halt the flow in any way. The vital essence and blood within him had lost two-thirds—and more—within a blink, then abruptly ceased. Such a massive loss of essence and blood meant that Han Li was extraordinarily strong; had it been an ordinary cultivator, he would have immediately grown weak. Yet, considering that if it were a cultivator's essence and blood being drawn, the Xuan Tian fruit might have completely desiccated the person, turning them into a mere skeleton, still unable to meet its demands. At this moment, the Xuan Tian fruit, originally a pale yellow in hue, had transformed into a vibrant red within mere moments. Then, the emerald patterns on its surface began to ripple and gradually morphed into countless intricate, unfamiliar symbols—each about the size of a grain of rice—densely covering the fruit. Meanwhile, countless five-colored luminous spots emerged around Han Li's body, rushing toward the fruit like moths to a flame. With a soft "pffft," a flash of jade-green light erupted at one end of the fruit, and suddenly, a blade of shimmering light, several cun long, shot out. The blade of this sword shone an unusually vivid green, its surface smooth as a mirror; yet at its center, it seemed etched with a series of strange, peculiar green characters, five in total, arranged in a straight line. The original Xuan Tian fruit now stood clearly as the hilt of the sword, perfectly grasped in Han Li's single hand. This sight left Han Li utterly stunned. At the very moment the sword appeared, the blood-light array outside seemed to be stirred, erupting in a tremendous roar. The entire array, together with the central black hole at its heart, trembled violently before suddenly vanishing into nothingness. Meanwhile, Han Li, who was within the black hole, felt the surrounding blurred images dissipate, his vision filling with a deep crimson hue, followed by an uncontrollable sensation of vertigo. Han Li was so stunned that, almost unconsciously, he sharply shook the hilt of his sword and slashed forward in a random direction. At a distance of countless miles away, upon a vast altar enveloped in thick, blood-red mist and exuding a strong tang of bloodiness, several figures appeared faintly and indistinctly. Beneath these figures stood a colossal magical array, shimmering with a soft glow of blood. Upon closer inspection, one could clearly see that the shape and form of this array were identical to the blood-colored light array that had previously appeared above Han Li's head. Below the altar, there lay a massive lake filled completely with blood-red liquid. From afar, the lake appeared immeasurably wide, stretching out to the horizon. Floating within the lake were numerous skeletons of various species, differing in size and scattered densely across the surface, creating a profoundly eerie impression. "It's impossible! Where is the Xuan Tian treasure? I have clearly sensed its presence and summoned it back!" A voice of profound astonishment and outrage suddenly burst forth from someone on the altar, expressing utter disbelief.