At the very moment Qingguang one enveloped the puppet before him, the puppet suddenly flashed with intense radiance, exuding an atmosphere of extreme danger. This alone was enough to drive Qingguang apart. Han Li was startled, and without hesitation, his body flickered, leaving a series of trailing shadows as he shot backward. After several such movements, he suddenly materialized in the empty space outside the platform. In that very instant, the nine puppets simultaneously raised their silver spears, launching a stunning surge of silver light that struck the nearest puppets. Following several dull thuds, the nine puppets were each severed into two halves and collapsed in spectacular bursts of splinters. The platform was instantly covered with the shattered remnants of the puppets, which vanished completely. Han Li, witnessing this, naturally felt deeply regretful. He glanced over the scattered fragments, paused thoughtfully, and then swiftly circled the platform in a rapid flight of light. Under the sweeping glow of the light, all the puppet fragments on the platform were cleared away. When Yun Guang gathered his form in the air above the dais, he reappeared as a human figure. Though the puppets were somewhat crude in craftsmanship, the materials used were indeed unprecedented—Han Li intended to collect them for future study or other purposes. After completing these tasks, he lowered his gaze and looked downward. The dais now stood empty, as if nothing remained at all. Yet the vast celestial map displayed upon it remained perfectly intact. The magic of this map was truly powerful—Han Li had personally experienced its effects, and even now, despite his greatly enhanced cultivation, he dared not gaze upon it for long. Taking a deep breath, he then flipped his hand, and suddenly a pale scroll materialized. With a quick flick of his wrist, he threw it downward. The scroll transformed into a beam of white light, descending toward the platform, but at a height of over ten zhang from the dais, it paused and hovered in mid-air. Han Li then raised one hand, chanted softly, and pointed firmly downward with solemn intent. "Pfft!" The scroll unfurled, revealing a blank canvas several feet long. Then, under the rhythm of incantations, it swelled rapidly, soon expanding to the size of the stone platform and floating serenely in midair like a white ribbon. Han Li smiled slightly, paused his incantations, and swiftly flicked his ten fingers downward. One after another, a series of spells shot out, vanishing instantly as they embedded themselves into the blank surface below. Instantly, the white ribbon burst forth with vibrant hues of light, gently descending until it completely covered the stone platform. Under the continuous surge of spells in the air, the radiant light danced and shimmered across the blank scroll, creating a stunning, mysterious effect. After a full cup of tea's worth of time, the light gradually faded, eventually dissolving entirely. Yet, the once pure white canvas now shimmered with five distinct colors. Han Li then raised his hand without a word. The scroll instantly flashed with light, rising from the stage and rapidly shrinking. In a moment, it had reduced to several feet in size. Clearly printed upon the once-blank surface was a miniature version of the celestial map exactly matching that below. Han Li had used a secret technique to replicate the star map from the stone platform. As the scroll unrolled, it transformed into a rolled scroll radiating five hues of light. It trembled and shot upward on its own, vanishing in a flash into the sleeve of Han Li. With this perfect duplicate of the star map, he was confident he could glean valuable insights—especially in his understanding of illusion arts. Thus, the site now held no further valuable items. Yet, after carefully searching once more and confirming that nothing had been concealed, Han Li exhaled deeply and surged forth as a streak of jade-green light toward the outer door. He had already stayed within this SuMi space for nearly a full day, and now, unwilling to remain any longer. A tremendous roar echoed. The massive screen, standing alone in the hall, suddenly burst at one point, revealing a large orb of black light upon its surface, which swiftly spun and formed a small vortex. As the sound of rushing air rippled through the air, a streak of jade-green light shot forth from the vortex, spiraling before finally materializing into the figure of Han Li at the center of the hall. He turned back and glanced at the screen, and slowly, the third dark eye that had been visible in his brows closed, vanishing with a subtle flicker. "Regrettable," Han Li murmured, with a touch of disappointment, "this SuMi treasure has already been fully refined and absorbed—now no outsider can claim it. Should one succeed in obtaining it, the benefits would indeed be significant." He cast his gaze around the hall. As expected, both Liu Shui'er and the other were no longer present. He remained calm, showing no signs of urgency, yet after a brief thought, strode steadily toward the outer door of the hall. Having stayed in the Shuimi Immortal Realm for so long, it was likely that the two had already thoroughly searched every corner of the palace. Now, he had no particular intention other than to quickly join them and leave this place together, then find a quiet spot to meditate for several days, restoring his inner qi before doing anything else. However, as Han Li just stepped out of the hall and was about to raise his voice to call out to Liu Shui'er, a deep rumbling thunder sound suddenly erupted from the ground, followed by a violent shaking that made the very earth tremble. Han Li was startled, but before he could examine what was happening, the sky suddenly darkened—without warning, a vast expanse of dense, black clouds drifted in, casting a heavy shadow over half the heavens. Within the clouds, lightning flashed and thunder roared. A series of gray, swirling gales surged up from afar, rising like dragons and vanishing directly into the dark clouds. From a distance, it seemed as though countless towering pillars had suddenly emerged between heaven and earth, creating a magnificent spectacle. Han Li's face immediately grew pale. Without needing to check, he could clearly sense that the primordial qi of this realm had instantly become chaotic, with various spiritual pressures now filling the sky. What struck him even more was that numerous fluctuations of spatial seals were emerging in the nearby void, rising and falling in intensity, unstable and wavering—clear signs that the seals were on the verge of losing control. Without hesitation, Han Li's body shimmered with a faint green glow, and he slowly ascended into the air, hovering steadily at a height of five to six zhang above the ground. While the ability to maintain aerial stability had not completely failed, the power of the seals had dwindled to only half of what it once was. Thus, low-altitude flight would remain unproblematic. In this brief moment, the ground trembled more violently, and even the main hall behind began to glow with a faint purple hue, flickering intermittently between light and dark. From among the pavilions behind the main hall, a bright yellow beam suddenly surged upward from the roof of one room, roaring forth and shooting straight toward the palace's forecourt. At the same time, a white beam flashed from a side pavilion adjacent to the main hall and sped off in the same direction. These were precisely Li Shui'er and Shi Kun. Both had clearly not anticipated the sudden upheaval and looked somewhat apprehensive. Han Li's eyes flickered once, then he made no further hesitation. A shimmer of green light followed, transforming into a streak of green light that swept swiftly across the square in front of the main hall. After a few quick movements, he vanished into the mountain path outside the hall doors, then surged downward almost touching the ground. He had initially been concerned that the suction force along the mountain path might still impede his descent. But after flying just over ten zhang, he felt completely at ease. Whether due to the spatial anomaly or because the seal along the mountain path was originally only effective for those ascending, the遁light encountered no obstruction at all. In an instant, the green-hued light flashed, and soon arrived at the foot of the mountain. Almost simultaneously, Shi Kun and Liu Shui'er's light also reached beside Han Li. "What on earth is going on? This space seems to be collapsing. I still have one precious item I'm about to secure!" Shi Kun stepped forward, his voice filled with shock and anger. "Hmph. It's not just you. I just broke the seal of another chamber and was about to enter it." Liu Shui'er said with equal irritation. Though they didn't explicitly address Han Li, their eyes both settled firmly on him. "Do either of you think this has anything to do with Han Li? I only just emerged from that spatial seal, and yet how have I managed to achieve such feats?" Han Li's face darkened naturally—he would certainly not bear this blame. "But..." "There's nothing more to say. If we don't leave now, the space will collapse and we'll be buried here with no chance of escape." Shi Kun still wanted to speak, but was cut off by Liu Shui'er. Upon hearing this, Shi Kun immediately fell silent. Han Li, of course, said nothing further. The three of them rose again, their遁light merging into a single flow, and their speed increased dramatically. In just a few breaths, they arrived at the nearby teleportation platform stone. Their forms flickered as they stepped into the teleportation array together. Han Li raised one hand and cast a spell at the edge of the array. The array hummed to life, radiating a bright white light. The three figures flashed and were completely engulfed by the light. When the hum faded and the glow subsided, the teleportation array was empty. …The green glow flashed and vanished, then spiraled upward for several thousand feet before Han Li's figure emerged. Liu Shui'er and Shi Kun likewise appeared a few dozen feet away, each stepping into view. The three of them said nothing, their eyes fixed and gleaming as they gazed downward at the vast luminous rift. Within the rift, vibrant streaks of light shimmered continuously, accompanied by a steady roar of thunderous sound. The edges of the rift pulsed and contracted, undulating as if the entire structure were poised to erupt like a volcano. "We must go—this place can't be held much longer. The rift will collapse soon, and we'll risk being sucked into the spatial vortex, which would be equally perilous," Han Li said calmly, making no attempt to heed Liu Shui'er and Shi Kun's movements. He simply turned and broke through the air, heading in a certain direction. The two others exchanged a glance, their expressions serious. Without further words, they ignited their flight spells and took off, closely following Han Li. With their combined speed, they covered several thousand li in mere moments. At this very moment, a tremendous roar erupted from far behind, rolling steadily and powerfully.