"The Tian Gui Gate, the Son-Mother True Magic Banner—aren't these two of the top ten magical artifacts in our spiritual realm?" Hearing these names, Han Li's expression also brightened. "Brother Han, you should be cautious. Most of these top ten magical artifacts in our spiritual realm were actually imitations of renowned treasures from the Magic Realm. These two artifacts held by the two magicians probably match or even surpass the ten in our realm. Since the opposing party possesses such treasures, they surely won't be easily defeated. Why don't we just abandon these two and immediately depart? I suspect they may not truly intend to fight us fiercely." The Silver Light Lady quickly advised Han Li, her voice tinged with hesitation and uncertainty. Clearly, she saw the two new magicians equipped with rare treasures and felt their chances of victory were slim, thus growing hesitant to press on. "Too late. We still have a long journey ahead to reach Yitian City. If these two magicians simply walk away now, our journey ahead will surely become uneasy." "As long as you first help me draw one of them into the fray, I will deal with the rest one by one," Han Li said calmly, his voice carrying an unmistakable sense of conviction. The Silver-Light Maiden naturally understood the logic behind Han Li's words. Surprised yet delighted, she immediately nodded and replied in kind, her voice flowing smoothly: "Since Brother Han has the confidence to prevail, I will do my best to assist. Shortly, I will deploy my most precious artifact to immobilize one of them, while the other will be entrusted to you." As soon as she finished speaking, the Silver-Light Maiden swiftly pressed her fingers in rapid, wheel-like gestures. The silver mask on her face suddenly glowed brilliantly, revealing a dense network of golden characters—starting as mere rice-grain-sized patterns, they quickly spread across the entire surface of the mask. With a bright cry, the mask twisted and warped, then detached entirely from her face. Then, as the silver maiden swayed with the wind, a head of a beautiful woman, several zhang in height, appeared before her—her face shimmering with silver light, her golden silk hair flowing several feet long, her eyes closed. "Attack!" Upon seeing this, the bald demon from the opposite side flashed a cold gleam in his eyes, instantly shouting with decisive resolve. He bit down on his tongue, then opened his mouth wide, spitting out a thick, dark, blood-stained mist that instantly enveloped the jade-green ghost gate. Having just witnessed Han Li's powerful display of defeating the one-horned elder, the demon no longer held any sense of contempt. He had now willingly sacrificed a portion of his vital essence to activate his most precious artifact. As soon as the blood mist touched the jade-green gate, the two large ghost heads engraved on its surface blinked red, then stirred to life—each one pulsing with vitality. With a single breath, they drew in every single strand of the blood mist, completely absorbing it. The once-rust-streaked great door suddenly turned a vivid, blood-red, and a strange, briny scent wafted forth. Two ghost heads abruptly lifted their heads, each emitting a piercing ghostly howl, then surged outward, extending half their monstrous ghost bodies all the way to their waists. Hoo-hoo! With a twist of their forms, the two evil spirits each extended one thick arm and grasped the dark door hinges on either side of the great door, pulling with great strength. The great door resonated with a deep hum, opening slowly, inch by inch. Though only a narrow crevice was revealed, the wind within was thick with gloom, and the cries of ghosts and wolves rose in a powerful, overwhelming chorus. As the blue-patterned magical race heard their companions shout, "Act now!" they too responded immediately. Unlike the bald magical being, this one merely pressed a hand seal, and instantly the hundreds of translucent flying serpents began to hiss, their eyes blazing with fierce light, while blue cold breaths erupted from their mouths, fully engulfing their forms. Then, with a further surge of the divine spirit, the thirteen magical banners were summoned. Instantly, waves of black mist surged forth from the banners. As the banners spun smoothly, they suddenly transformed into thirteen pale, bone-white skeletons, each as tall as a common man. Their eyes flashed with vivid, blood-like light, and as they moved their bodies, they opened their mouths to emit pleasant, melodic laughter—soft or loud, the sound was strangely eerie, even causing Han Li’s awareness to momentarily freeze and his head to feel slightly dizzy. Upon first sight, the skeletons instantly changed direction, each one opening its mouth to bite into the pills. The thirteen pills were neatly consumed, one by one, by the skeletons. As soon as the pills were swallowed, patches of bright blood immediately radiated from their bodies—far more vibrant than when they had previously danced in the magical aura, and once again, a soft, light chuckle escaped their lips, as if they had grown immensely joyful. Then, with a sudden twist of their waists, the thirteen skeletons drew the blood light back toward their bodies, layer upon layer, transforming it into tangible flesh. In an instant, thirteen half-naked, graceful female magicians stood before the gathered crowd. One in particular, elegant and poised, smiled softly and spoke gently, exuding an unmatched charm. Han Li watched this scene in awe, his eyes briefly narrowing. "Go!" With a sharp, stern command, the blue-veined mage raised her brows, then pressed a finger firmly toward Han Li as she activated her hand seal. The thirteen graceful women formed from skeletons instantly turned pale. Raising their hands, they each launched sharp, spear-like tips of armor, several inches long, straight at Han Li. At the same time, the百余 blue flying serpents shook their wings, drawing swirling blue cold air around them, and in a moment, absorbed the serpents into their bodies, transforming into towering ice spears several zhang long, which then shot forth like arrows. Han Li's face flashed with a faint blue hue. Without a word, he waved his sleeve, and seventy-two golden small sword-fish surged out, instantly elongating into three-foot-long flying swords. As they blurred, each sword split into several sword-shadows. Hundreds of sword beams shimmered, emitting sharp crackling sounds as they shot out, directly transforming into golden threads that met the incoming ice spears. At that moment, the silver fire bird also emitted a clear cry, spreading its wings and launching itself as a massive fire ball—its target precisely the thirteen skeleton-women transformed into magical maidens! Han Li and this demon were instantly engaged in battle. On the other side, as the immense ghost gate began to open gradually, the Silver Immortal Princess bit down on her teeth and stepped in. The silver female head hovering before her, under the impetus of her hand seal, slowly opened its eyes, revealing a pair of strange crimson-gold pupils. At the very moment the eyes opened, the head gently parted its pink lips, and with a soft hiss, expelled a burst of crystalline filaments. Initially unremarkable, these filaments shimmered and suddenly transformed into a vast, sky-reaching net, sweeping down to envelop everything beneath. The bald demon king, fully focused on channeling his magic to drive open the great gate, was startled by this sight. Without hesitation, he pointed his finger at the dense array of black shields before him and struck them. Instantly, the shields flashed with black light, rapidly expanding in size and transforming into a seamless network of translucent, shimmering images, perfectly interlocking. A pale, semi-circular sheet of light suddenly materialized above the spirit, completely enclosing the bald demon and the ghost gate within. Observing this scene, the silver-clad maiden smiled gently, her expression shifting from calm to delighted—without a moment's hesitation, she once again activated her inner spell. The massive net plunged down with a sudden motion, precisely enveloping the black light screen, the bald demon, and the ghost gate all within. As the crystal light rippled and the net blurred, it transformed into a thick, clear crystalline dome, firmly sealing everything beneath. At that moment, the silver-clad maiden then lightly touched the beautiful woman's head before her. The silver head glowed with flashes of golden light, and the golden symbols on her face burst forth, each one shooting off like scattered golden sparks and entering the crystal dome. The originally transparent crystal dome instantly revealed intricate, elegant golden patterns. The silver woman's head gazed steadily into the light dome, her eyes flashing with intense golden radiance. At once, the golden patterns on the crystal dome surged and shifted, transforming within a few breaths into a magnificent, radiant golden array embedded within the dome. Only then did the Silver Immortal woman exhale deeply, her face finally breaking into a genuine smile. Below, the bald demon prince's expression slightly changed, but as he recalled something, he chuckled grimly and grew indifferent, instead channeling more inner qi to accelerate the great ghost gate. A thunderous roar echoed, and the crimson ghost gate finally opened fully. The two half-bodied evil spirits flanking the gate immediately erupted into joyful cries. Yet the wailing and moaning from within the gate ceased abruptly, replaced by a powerful, icy gust of阴 wind rushing forth. However, this state lasted only briefly—suddenly, a blurred figure flickered into view within the swirling阴 wind and drifted out silently, without a sound. The Silver Light Fairy fixed her gaze, her eyes never blinking, and hurried to look. To her astonishment, what she saw was a young man dressed in a scholarly robe, with an unusually refined appearance—nothing at all like the celestial ghostly figure described in the rumors! (Recommended: Deathstate's "The Azure Emperor") The human world has collapsed, the immortal realm has vanished. Born into noble lineage, they now stand as mere common folk. On the shattered land of the Nine Provinces, the legendary rise of an immortal emperor of the demonic race unfolds.