Upon seeing the scene, the Fire Moon cultivator's face changed instantly, urgently urging the two treasures to launch a fierce assault while muttering incantations. Yet at that very moment, Han Li's calm voice echoed once more: "Since you have fallen within my sword formation, if you wish to proceed, allow me to personally escort you the rest of the way!" As soon as the words fell, the lotus formation on the opposite side suddenly dispersed, transforming into a vast expanse of shimmering green light. The silver great blade and the golden dragon silhouette plunged into it, vanishing as if they had never been there—leaving not even a ripple. The Fire Moon cultivator's heart sank; his body, which had been steadily advancing, now paused. At that instant, the green light before him suddenly flared brilliantly, then surged like a massive wave, reversing direction. Startled, the Fire Moon cultivator gasped—his already prepared spell instantly flowed forth without hesitation. And suddenly, a crimson glow spun around him, from which countless red blades, each the size of a palm, emerged in a most strange manner. With a slight exertion of will, they began to swirl and dance around him. A continuous series of sharp rushing sounds erupted! In an instant, a red, misty whirlwind composed of swiftly dancing blades formed, enveloping him completely. At this sight, Huo Yue's mind finally eased. Next, a silken blue curtain rolled gently behind, and the once magnificent, ethereal scene faded silently—like a sea of mirages. Yet, upon focusing his attention, Huo Yue felt a sudden jolt. After the blue light passed, the surrounding scenery blurred, and he found himself standing on a lush green meadow. The grasses, only a few inches tall, were fresh and vibrant, interwoven with a variety of colorful wild flowers, and faint bird songs drifted from the distance. It was a charming, serene scene—filled with the harmony of birdsong and blossoms—so enchanting that it instantly brought a sense of calm and relaxation, as though his entire body had been released from tension. "An illusion!" The Fire Moon person was no ordinary being—his eyes, momentarily hazy, instantly cleared as he gasped aloud. He quickly looked upward. There, the sky was an extraordinary blue, with only a few distant clouds visible; the vast expanse of grassland seemed to stretch endlessly into the horizon. Moreover, the ground beneath his feet felt unusually soft, and the air filled his nostrils with a rich, fresh scent of grass and trees—so seamless and natural that no flaw could be detected. He truly felt as though he were standing in an endless grassland. Around everything, a soft glow emerged as these blood-blades slashed furiously, and then the scene blurred—grass and sky suddenly twisted and vanished. Seeing this, the fire moon-being was overjoyed. To break such an apparently exceptional illusion so easily was far beyond his expectations. Yet, just as his smile began to form, a brilliant green light erupted unexpectedly, blinding him. The foreigner narrowed his eyes in surprise, but immediately a flash of red light rippled over his body, and countless light-blades reappeared, forming a protective shield around him. Still, he felt the light dimming before him, his gaze sharpening—his face soon grew pale. Now, the scene had changed: towering trees, each several dozen feet tall, stood in dense clusters, straight and sturdy, their thick foliage so dense that they nearly completely shaded the sky. He now found himself deep within a dense forest. It was clearly evident that he could not escape the illusion's power once again, and plunged back into it. This naturally stirred both astonishment and anger in the Fire Moon person. Yet, before he could summon any further divine technique, his very feet began to tremble with a powerful, earth-shaking vibration. Then, the great trees surrounding him, suddenly weakened, swayed and leaned precariously toward him, their massive trunks crashing down with a thunderous weight. A multitude of thick, dark silhouettes plummeted directly upon him. Startled, the Fire Moon person reacted instantly, and his body's sharp blades surged forth, cutting through the air in a dense, rapid flurry. Before the trees even reached him, they were scattered and shattered in flashes of red light. Alleviated by this, he prepared to launch more beams of light outward to break the illusion. However, suddenly, a deep, resonant thud echoed through the air. One of the dark silhouettes struck by the red blades proved remarkably resilient—the light blades struck it, flashed briefly, and then dispersed. The silhouette, in turn, wavered and suddenly expanded, swelling several times in size, before descending heavily, dark and imposing. A black mountain peak rose suddenly, towering over a hundred zhang. "Ahh!" The fire-month person gasped, barely raising his head and opening his mouth, spewing out a cluster of red mist. Something seemed to be hidden within it! Yet as soon as the red mist touched the small mountain, it flashed with red light and revealed a red, board-like treasure, upon whose surface countless characters floated and shimmered. Even though this wooden board possessed considerable power, how could it withstand the extraordinary weight and might of the Yuanmagnetic Divine Mountain? The black mountain pressed down on the board with a single, decisive motion, dispersing its red glow, and without the slightest pause, swiftly reached the fire-month person's head. "Unfortunate!" The fire-month person exclaimed, and before he could react, the entire mountain pressed him down to the ground below. At the same time, the surrounding scenery twisted and dissolved into scattered points of spiritual light, until all illusions vanished. The fire-month person reappeared in his original small valley. But as his feet became void, he was then pressed straight downward by the black mountain. At that very moment, a thunderous roar erupted from the ground, shaking the very earth! The black mountain pressed down hard, carving a deep crater several zhang in depth into the surface. The Fire Moon Immortal was instantly reduced to a pulp right within the crater. Though he was a fellow Stage of Immortality, on par with Han Li, his physical body proved unexpectedly frail. Regrettably, as a Stage of Immortality, he possessed many divine abilities beyond what he displayed just now. However, he had initially fallen victim to Han Li's lightning orbs and jade-metallurgical seal, which allowed Han Li's shadow puppets to strike him unawares, causing a severe depletion of his vital energy. Subsequently, he became deeply ensnared in Han Li's Chunli Sword Array's illusionary techniques, and was then struck unexpectedly by the genuine or false Metamagnetic Mountain, which he could not distinguish, resulting in the complete destruction of his physical form—leaving him no chance to recover. Yet, at this moment, a flash of red light surged from the remains beneath the black mountain, and a round orb, the size of an egg, shot out and swiftly vanished into the soil below. Suddenly, a brilliant glow erupted from the base of the black mountain, and a stream of gray light shot forth, instantly lifting the crimson orbs buried in the soil and immobilizing them. The gray light flashed once more, and the orbs were hurled violently out of the ground. At the same time, a shimmer of green light surged from the summit of the mountain, and a figure materialized mysteriously. With a simple gesture, the figure extended one hand toward the orb within the gray light. "Whoosh!" A powerful force surged, and the orb was instantly drawn into the palm of the figure. The figure was none other than Han Li himself. He glanced down at the orb in his hands. It shone with a steady red glow, its inner surface clear and translucent, revealing a small figure about an inch in height hidden within. The figure's appearance was indistinguishable from that of the fire moon people, except that a delicate, almost imperceptible horn emerged on its forehead. "You are indeed connected to the Horned Ch'i clan!" Han Li said casually, his fingers gently cradling the orb, yet a subtle cold smile played on his lips. "I'm curious—do you belong to the Horned Ch'i clan, or to The figure within the orb kept his eyes closed and said nothing. "Since you've plotted to seize the jade box held by Han Li, you should know certain details, shouldn't you? If you're wise enough, tell me what you know. Perhaps I can—." "Can you even allow my spirit to remain unharmed here? Before Han Li finished speaking, the figure suddenly opened his eyes, replied with a composed expression. "No. You can only reduce the suffering of soul and spirit extraction—I can't let you keep my spirit separated from this realm!" Han Li raised an eyebrow, responding coldly. "If that's the case, then I have nothing more to say. Should you wish to employ soul-extraction techniques on me, you'd better not waste your efforts. My consciousness has already been sealed by beings of the Saint Clan. Even if a Saint Clan member of the upper three stages attempts soul extraction, I'll merely experience a burst of spiritual disintegration at most." The figure suddenly smiled with a touch of scorn. Han Li frowned upon hearing this reply, then narrowed his eyes, gazing intently at the figure within the orb for a moment. Suddenly, he rubbed his hands together briskly! Only a thunderclap rang out! As golden arcs of light flashed, the orb shattered instantly, and the little figure inside vanished in a cascade of ash. Although Han Li didn't know whether what the other had just said was true or not, he simply didn't have the time to linger any longer. To prevent the other from having some kind of sensory imprint placed in their consciousness, he also couldn't allow their spirit to leave alive. Thus, as soon as he obtained the information he sought, he acted decisively and without hesitation. Han Li didn't know that, at the very instant the fire moon spirit's consciousness was extinguished, someone on the silver island hovering above Green Light City suddenly uttered a light, surprised "Hm." "Something has happened?" asked another, showing genuine curiosity. "My seal left within Hong Yin's consciousness has disappeared. It seems he has perished," said an elderly man with silver robes, seated in a pale white chair, his brows furrowed. He had a single crimson short horn growing from his head, and with one hand, he gestured into the air, causing a piece of pale blue wood to float before him. At the center of the wood, a red crystal appeared to shatter into several fragments. "Is it possible that he has revealed his identity and is now under attack?" asked another person, also dressed in silver robes, a middle-aged man in his forties, expressing some curiosity. "It's likely. After all, Red-Ming's cultivation level is strong, and according to his last message, there were no Saint-Rank beings among the Green-Light City's inhabitants. Unless he's been attacked, he wouldn't have fallen so easily. Perhaps, before we arrived, a Saint-Rank being or beings suddenly entered the city. In that case, even if the earlier arrivals were constantly on guard, they might have failed to notice such arrivals." The elder stroked his beard and nodded. "Then, to be safe, we'll have to make the journey ourselves. It's still rather puzzling. What a treasure it must be, requiring even us half-way-in-the-royal-line-of-the-saintly house to intervene! The middle-aged man sighed lightly, showing a certain sense of disbelief.