“This…,” Han Li’s eyes flickered, but soon he pressed his palms together in a series of gestures, and golden light surged continuously over his body, activating the Fàn Shèng Zhēn Mó Technique. After a while, he used the power of the technique to forcibly suppress the unusual blood circulating within him. However, before his internal condition had fully stabilized, a sudden, sharp sensation of heat erupted across his back—like flames drying out the skin. Han Li furrowed his brows, then reached up and tore off his robe, revealing his upper body. With a hand motion, a golden orb shot out from his palm, swirling slightly before transforming into a small, gleaming mirror. As the mirror spun once and settled at the top of his head, its surface shimmered, instantly casting a clear and detailed image of his back. Four distinct, vivid patterns, resembling intricate tattoos, were clearly visible—on his back: a resplendent colored phoenix, a large azure crane, a five-clawed golden dragon, and a multicolored peacock. These were indeed the four true spirit bloods that Hong Li had originally infused into his body, now coalesced and manifesting into form. At this moment, the four patterns shimmered brilliantly, and the true spirit motifs on their backs began to wriggle and move dynamically, as though fully awakened. Without the stabilizing power of the Buddhist Saint's True Magic Technique, the gathered true spirit bloods seemed poised to burst through his body and fly off. Hong Li's astonishment was beyond measure. He had believed, through the secret art of the Twelve Transformations of Awakening, that he had fully refined and integrated the four true spirit bloods. Yet, such an extraordinary phenomenon had arisen—caused solely by that single, distant roar. As Hong Li's thoughts raced, still struggling to grasp the cause, another roar echoed from afar. The true spirit patterns on his back flashed with a sudden brilliance, then began to shift and wander, as if seeking an exit through his skin, ready to detach entirely. A cold exhalation. Hong Li raised one hand, forming a seal, and his body radiated a brilliant golden glow! Immediately, the true spirit patterns stabilized once again on the surface of his skin. Han Li took a deep breath, then suddenly extended one hand toward the sky. With a soft "thud," the golden small mirror shattered, dispersing into scattered golden lights. Himself, a shimmer of azure light flashed, and he surged forward as a streak of bright jade-green light, racing straight toward the heart of the icy island where the mighty roar had originated. Yet this Icelandic realm seemed peculiar, as though enveloped by a natural magnetic force, which significantly weakened its spiritual awareness, allowing it to perceive only about ten li ahead. However, after韩立 had flown forward for a short while, his expression suddenly changed, and he abruptly halted his flight. A moment later, a flash of luminous light appeared in the sky ahead, with seven or eight streaks of differently colored light racing toward them.韩立 narrowed his eyes and instantly made out every individual within those streaks. He was momentarily stunned. Though the men and women in the streaks were all present, each one's cultivation level was only at the Yuan Ying stage, yet every single person displayed an expression of profound alarm, desperately driving their light streaks toward him, as if pursued by some monstrous creature behind them. When韓立 glanced behind them, the space behind was completely empty—nothing at all.韓立 furrowed his brow, intending to issue a command to stop them, but suddenly, a deep, resonant roar rolled in from afar. The roar grew continuous, one after another. Suddenly, a startling scene unfolded. Amidst the roar, the bodies of the Yuan Ying stage cultivators flickered with disordered luminous glimmers, their skin instantly turning vividly crimson. A few sharp, piercing cries followed, and almost simultaneously, their physical forms and spiritual essences burst apart, transforming into swirling clouds of blood mist—vanishing completely into thin air. Han Li felt his heart sink. At that very moment, another flash of light appeared on the distant horizon, and two streaks of light shot toward them. Han Li focused his attention and was momentarily startled. One of the two figures in the streaks was none other than Qing Xiao. The other was a black-dressed woman whose appearance was no less graceful than hers. Both of them, like the others whose bodies had previously burst, had their skin flushed crimson and faces filled with alarm under the roar. However, their luminous glimmers danced continuously on their bodies, and unlike the earlier cultivators, they did not instantly shatter and vanish. Clearly, both women were at the Mid-Immortal stage, far surpassing the earlier participants in cultivation level. Yet even so, their flight speed was significantly impeded, moving no more than half their normal pace. As Han Li raised his brows one by one, preparing to approach, his expression suddenly changed, and his pupils narrowed sharply. A hazy gray silhouette, stretching over several hundred paces in width, emerged from several miles behind the two women and surged forward, directly pursuing them. The thunderous roars emanating from this gray mass were unmistakable. Even with Han Li drawing upon nearly half of the power of the Fàn Shèng Zhēn Mó Technique, he could still sense the restless stirrings of the four True Spirit-bloods pulsing beneath his back. Given that even Han Li, with his extraordinary abilities, was thus affected, the two women—whose cultivation levels were far below his own—and who were even closer to the gray mass—were clearly in even greater distress. As the roars intensified, their flight speed slowed further, as though trapped within an invisible barrier, utterly unable to break free. In mere moments, that immense gray form had closed the distance between itself and the two women. With no choice, they both turned and launched their attacks. One woman suddenly drew a large bow from her hands; as a brilliant yellow-white radiance flashed, countless arrows surged forth like a downpour, covering the gray form with a sweeping barrage. Meanwhile, the woman in black silk raised her hand, sending out several beams of white light that swiftly transformed into multiple white electric serpents, which surged toward the gray form. Together, their combined assault proved formidable, reaching close to the gray form within a short time. Yet, before these attacks could make contact, an invisible ripple surged forth from the gray form. As soon as the light arrows and electric serpents were caught in this wave, they burst with a series of "pings," completely unable to approach the gray form at all. Seizing this opportunity, the gray form swiftly moved, now only a few hundred paces away from the two women. Both girls were simultaneously free of blood, yet even with their修为, if they came any closer to the gray shadow, they would be unable to withstand the roar emanating from it and would burst apart, dying instantly. "Ah, Mr. Han! Please save us, elder!" Qing Xiao, finally catching sight of Han Li at a distance ahead amidst her panic, was overjoyed as if she had grasped a lifeline, and rushed toward him, shouting for help. The other girl, seeing Qing Xiao's reaction, was momentarily stunned and quickly turned to glance at Han Li as well. Han Li, however, his eyes glowing with vivid blue light, remained steadfastly focused on the distant gray shadow, his face displaying an expression of profound seriousness. Through his spiritual vision, he had now clearly discerned the true form of the creature concealed within the shadow. It was a colossal, winged creature resembling a giant moth. When its wings were fully extended, they spanned a hundred paces in width, and at both its front and rear ends, it bore two formidable, fierce heads. The head facing upward resembled a lion's, covered in thick fur, with its eyes of an unusually vivid green. The strange, thunderous roars came directly from the lion's mouth. Yet at the upper end of the moth's head, there lay a massive green serpent's head, its eyes closed, yet a black serpentine core continuously pulsing and spewing out. "What kind of monster is this! I've never heard of anything like it!" Though the creature's appearance was so unified and striking, even Han Li, accustomed to encountering many wonders, could only take a deep breath in astonishment. Fortunately, the creature's aura wasn't quite beyond the ordinary—seeming to be a being at the late Lingxu stage. At that very moment, Qing Xiao's cry for help reached its peak. Han Li's gaze flickered, and then, with a swift motion of his sleeves, seventy-two small jade swords shot forth, instantly transforming into dozens of strands of green silk, each rushing through the air with a sharp "shush-shush" sound. This journey had been initiated by this young lady, and they had developed a close rapport. Naturally, he would not simply stand by and watch her perish. With the speed of the flying swords refined by Han Li, the silken threads surged forward like lightning and thunder, their crackling sound barely emitted before the next instant—already the threads had reached the gray shadow and densely surged, piercing and impaling it. The strange moth within the gray shadow had not anticipated the swift arrival of Han Li’s attack. Before it could even cast a protective spell, a flash of green light rippled across the gray form, and the silken threads effortlessly pierced through the massive body of the moth. The gray shadow halted momentarily, its roar abruptly cut short. Then, the silken threads spiraled around the colossal body of the moth again and again, flashing with green light—within moments, the monstrous moth was severed into countless fragments. Though Han Li had achieved such a decisive victory, he did not display any visible joy. Instead, his eyes narrowed, a hint of alertness flashing across his gaze. Seeing their own precarious situation now turned to ease, Qing Xiao and the black-draped woman were both astonished and delighted, seizing the fleeting moment when the roar momentarily loosened its hold, and rushed fiercely toward Han Li. At the same time, Qing Xiao emitted a distant voice alert: "My friend, be careful—this creature appears to be immortal; ordinary treasures alone cannot slay it." "Immortal body!" Han Li was slightly taken aback. Just then, a sudden transformation occurred within the distant gray shadow! The already shattered remains of the monstrous moth, which had been torn to pieces, suddenly converged toward the center. A flash of gray light passed, and it miraculously restored itself to its original form. Han Li's expression darkened. With a subtle incantation of his inner sword technique, dozens of small swords circling nearby flashed into action, swiftly extending their tips to wrap around the creature's body, which was already beginning to turn into silken threads. Yet the creature roared in fury, then flapped its wings, causing an invisible wave that had previously appeared to surge forth and spread outward in all directions—immediately engulfing the rushing silk threads. The silk threads paused momentarily before transforming into short, slender blades of jade-green hue. Then, one after another, a series of sharp "pings" echoed as the flying swords burst into brilliant green glows, exploding into vibrant clusters of light.