The characters "shield," "arrow," and "reverse" appeared one after another in ancient script. Suddenly, the black lotus floating in the void transformed, manifesting into a shimmering, dark-veiled light screen. As the originally descending Yuanmagnet Peak came into contact with this screen, it instantly experienced a force nearly equal in strength to the one that had caused its descent—stiffening momentarily, and then being propelled upward instead of settling. The golden arcs and azure sword shadows that had been launched at it instantly encountered the screen, whereupon the screen itself suddenly sprouted an equal number of dark arcs and sharp sword silhouettes, of a deep, ink-black hue. Upon collision, a thunderous roar erupted, and instead of dissipating completely, the attacks merged and neutralized each other. This screen possessed a mirror-like ability to replicate and reflect incoming assaults! How could such a miraculous artifact exist? Han Li was astonished by this sight, yet still harbored a lingering doubt, almost unconsciously pressing a series of hand seals and then stepping forward to strike the dark mountain peak once more with determined force. A shimmering, jade-hued glow surged forth from the soles of his feet, flooding into the Yuanmagnetic Peak Mountain. The Dun Mountain peak groaned with thunder and wind, then sank downward, and several massive silver characters instantly brightened on its black surface, radiating an intense gray glow. As this gray light solidified, it transformed into a dense network of fine gray filaments. A roar of rushing air erupted! The gray filaments trembled, then shot downward like a storm of wind and rain. As for the other, bluish-green mountain peak, under a subtle urging from Han Li, it also plunged down with renewed force, its impact far surpassing the previous one. Yet the middle-aged beauty only smiled coldly, showing no concern. With a simple mouth movement, she once again expelled a pure stream of magical energy into the massive purple cauldron. A thunderous roar followed, and the same scene unfolded once more—both mountain peaks were once again bounced upward without achieving their purpose, and the gray filaments, which had seemed capable of shattering gold and stone, were scattered and dispersed by the black filaments shot forth from the black energy shield. The protective layer formed by the great tripod seemed truly capable of replicating and reflecting all attacks, which caused a slight weight to settle in Han Li's heart. At that moment, the man in the silvery robe also launched his action. He merely pointed his hand at the seven-colored tower hovering before him, and instantly, the seven-tiered tower roared and transformed into a massive beam of light, shooting skyward before vanishing in a flash. Yet Han Li, standing atop the peak a thousand zhang high, sensed something unusual and immediately frowned, lifting his head to scan the heavens. There, in the vast expanse of space, a cluster of seven-colored radiance had suddenly appeared—though seemingly modest, as it slowly descended, it swiftly enveloped half the void beneath it. Han Li was startled, not allowing himself time for reflection. With a swift motion of his hands, he summoned the two mountain-sized formations into his body, while a shimmer of green light surged across his form, propelling him forward as a streak of jade-green light—though he still did not wish to fall within the influence of that mysterious seven-colored glow. But at that very moment, the middle-aged woman below coldly stated, "Now you wish to leave? It's too late. Stay right here!" As she spoke, she swiftly pressed her hand seal, and the great purple cauldron in her hand instantly transformed. The black characters at the rim of the cauldron subtly shifted, then suddenly coalesced into a massive character: "Suck." Han Li felt his body grow heavier, a powerful, irresistible suction enveloping him from below. His flight light faltered, and he was abruptly held motionless in midair, his form reappearing clearly. Han Li's face tightened, and with a low cry, he raised his hand behind him. A shimmer of golden light flashed, and a spectral figure of three heads and six arms materialized. With the six arms of the figure wildly waving, an astonishing aura surged forth, instantly overcoming the suction force and freeing him from below. Han Li's golden glow rippled across his body, and he prepared to surge forward once more. Yet at that instant, within the seven-colored radiance above, a thunderous, earth-shaking roar erupted. From the midst of the light, a colossal tower, towering a hundred thousand feet, suddenly plummeted straight Though Han Li's evasiveness was astonishing, he could not avoid it at all—only feeling a sudden flash of brilliant light, blindingly bright, he found himself suddenly materializing in the void of another realm. No ceiling above, no floor below—everywhere around him shimmered with resplendent, vibrant crystal glows! Recalling a similar experience that had just recently occurred, Han Li blinked a few times, a wry smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Indeed, a treasure from the Su-mi realm has once again encountered such a marvel. This time, it seems, the trouble is truly substantial." As he murmured these words, he suddenly sensed something and raised an eyebrow, turning toward a specific direction. At that instant, the seven-colored glow there flickered, and one after another, massive black beasts emerged silently. Gazing at them, they appeared densely packed, as if numbering in the thousands. Han Li's pupils constricted. Without a thought, he merely shook his sleeves, and seventy-two small jade swords of a clear hue surged forth, swirling and transforming into hundreds of shimmering green sword lights that danced and spiraled before him. The beautiful woman laughed heartily, completely indifferent to the massive purple tripod before her. At once, the tripod emitted a sharp "whoosh," shrinking back to its original size and being absorbed into her body. The middle-aged man nodded silently, saying nothing. Then, with a sudden flick of his sleeve, a cascade of seven-colored radiance surged forth. As the woman was rolled into the stream, she instantly vanished, becoming a gentle breeze. Seeing this, the man immediately raised both hands, and a flurry of array flags, panels, and other instruments shot out in rapid succession, spinning around before settling into a dense, intricate spell formation that emitted plumes of white vapor, completely engulfing the seven-colored tower along with himself. Now, the demon paid no further attention to the battle progress of his fellow magus companions, simply closing his eyes and settling into a meditative posture within the array, fully concentrating on activating the seals of the object before him. At the distant battle sites, the combined cultivators naturally took note of all that had just transpired, their expressions shifting from initial delight to growing astonishment. What pleased him was that Han Li, in his very first move, had instantly slain one of the magical realm elders. What surprised him was that the magical realm had suddenly emerged with two more elders at the mid-merge stage, who, working together, had swiftly subdued the two elders who had been imprisoned within the treasure, and their fates remained unknown. The dragon manifested by Qinglong Shangren, facing the black-armored man, though still holding his own, was growing increasingly troubled in mind. As the black-armored man had previously stated, with his current magical prowess, he was unable to fully manifest this extraordinary dragon transformation technique—only able to exert it through sheer secret arts and by drawing upon his vital essence, which naturally could not be sustained for long. Having chosen the two most formidable of the four magical realm elders as his and Lin Luan's opponents, he naturally hoped that Han Li and his companions would first defeat these two, before coming together to face the remaining two. After all, he had heard of Han Li's past feats of standing against a late-merge stage cultivator, and thus held considerable hope in this outcome. Yet, seeing Han Li unexpectedly trapped within the treasure by the newly appeared immortal of the demonic realm, the entire plan instantly fell through. The Qinglong Immortal briefly glanced at the other two battle zones and was immediately struck with concern! Originally still holding a slight advantage, Lin Luan saw her three-colored fire bees suffer heavy casualties after the white-robed youth suddenly released thirteen snow-white flying blades from his body—these blades, radiating an intense cold, effectively countered and halted her forces. On the other side, the silver-clad immortals faced a dire situation, being continuously besieged by seven or eight four-armed demonic apes formed from pink mist, attacking with relentless fury, and barely managing to hold on. The Qinglong Immortal grew increasingly anxious, and as several thoughts rushed through his mind, his transformed dragon suddenly launched an unremitting, vigorous assault on the black-armored warrior, forcing him to retreat step by step. The black-armored man was slightly astonished when suddenly Qinglong abruptly turned around, spouting human speech and shouting toward the city center: "Act now—release that thing!" As soon as these words were spoken, a human cultivator on the city walls promptly responded with respectful acknowledgment. Then, with a swift hand motion, he flipped the token in his hand, and a golden-and-silver token materialized. With a surge of spiritual energy, he rapidly waved it upward several times. Instantly, a beam of golden-and-silver light erupted from the token, expanding to the thickness of a large bowl, and surged straight into the heavens, never dissipating. Meanwhile, in response, within just a few breaths, nine beams of identical color rose from a certain magical array, each as thick as a water cistern, with countless characters subtly flowing and shifting within them. "Pffft—pffft—" several sounds echoed. A shimmering glow surged at the apex of the light pillars, and from each, a white-robed cultivator materialized. These nine figures each held a small banner of the same hue as the pillars, their expressions solemn as they recited incantations in unison. The nine light pillars began to resonate with a deep hum and spun rapidly, each rotation causing the pillars to grow visibly taller. Within mere breaths, several of the pillars had swelled into immense proportions and swiftly converged toward the center. When the nine pillars finally merged, they formed a single, astonishingly grand entity, within which various runes shimmered faintly and the luminous radiance flashed intensely. The spectacle was truly awe-inspiring. Yet at this very moment, several of the white-robed cultivators suddenly cried out, simultaneously hurling their small banners toward the center of the light pillar and then fleeing in panic as they dashed toward the ground. As the banners vanished instantly into the pillar, a thunderous roar erupted, resonating through the air. After all the runes had solidified, eighty-one rune arrays formed on the surface of the light column, each radiating brilliant light and rapidly activating. A thunderclap followed, and then the entire light column shattered from root to tip!