Just as Master Qinglong was forced to secretly escort his most promising disciple, using a hidden teleportation array to leave Yitian City and make a night journey toward Tianyuan City, he was deeply shaken upon sensing that both the temporary defensive spell arrays he had deployed—the Jia Yuan Symbol and the Ji Gong Tianqian Symbol—had接连 suffered consecutive setbacks. Although he had not expected these methods to decisively defeat his adversaries, he had never imagined they would fail even to delay the avatar of the Bloodlight Sage for a moment. Indeed, the arrays and the two rare, precious scroll symbols were shattered even at the very instant they were first activated. Such a miraculous feat was beyond what he himself could achieve. This clearly indicated that the avatar of the Bloodlight Sage pursuing him now was not only stronger but also capable of overcoming even his most decisive strategies—his chances of victory, even with all his trump cards, would not exceed fifty percent. Under such circumstances, how could Master Han be willing to engage the adversary in direct, face-to-face combat? After all, if he failed in the battle, he would truly be defeated; and even if he managed to kill the opponent, it would only mean that the Bloodlight Sage Ancestor lost one of his manifestations. Such a costly endeavor—he naturally would never undertake. Thus, once he sensed that the strength of his pursuing forces was far stronger than he had anticipated, he immediately set aside all other considerations and began to focus on formulating a genuine escape strategy. Although he didn't know exactly how extensive the consciousness lock range of the opponent's manifestation was, given the formidable capabilities of a Great Perfection cultivator, unless he could suddenly vanish ten thousand li away, he would absolutely be unable to escape the faint, persistent lock. Yet such a vast distance—how could he achieve it so easily, unless there was a truly significant difference in their speeds? The great kou-peng he had transformed surged forward tirelessly, his thoughts racing through his mind, constantly pondering and deliberating. Naturally, Han Li was unaware that the blood-soaked youth trailing behind, equally determined to close the gap, was equally astonished! The blood-colored vessel beneath their feet was a renowned flying rare treasure of the demonic realm, capable of matching even the swift travel speed of a great cultivation cultivator when fully powered. Though, at present, due to their embodied forms, they could not fully unleash the vessel's speed, even a regular consolidated cultivator would find it impossible to keep pace with its current velocity. Despite their full efforts to steer the vessel and pursue the target for such an extended duration without significantly closing the gap, they felt deeply frustrated. Fortunately, with three of them, they could take turns resting and maintaining the vessel's momentum, thus eliminating the fear of exhausting their inner energy and losing sight of the leading Han Li. Though somewhat exasperated, they maintained a calm and composed demeanor. For Han Li, however, such sustained pursuit was simply unfeasible. While he had the support of his spiritual body and golden form, he could only maintain the current distance by transforming into a great phoenix. Meanwhile, for the immortal milk and other elixirs that could restore power instantly, the vast spiritual energy of these cultivators had long since lost their effectiveness. Even with his own power, maintaining such a full-bodied transformation and flight—despite continuously consuming pills and simultaneously drawing strength from premium spiritual stones—would only last for five or six days before completely depleting. Thus, while Han Li pondered deeply, a growing sense of anxiety settled within him. Though life itself is naturally more precious than treasures, the situation is far from desperate at present, so how could such a priceless treasure be simply abandoned? Han Li's face flickered between gloom and brightness, and his mind grew increasingly indecisive. Suddenly, a flash of cold light flashed in his eyes, as if he had recalled something important. Instantly, within the divine consciousness space inside the great phoenix he had transformed into, a burst of light revealed two identical Yuan婴—one golden and one black. The golden Yuan婴 appeared to radiate a brilliant golden glow, yet upon closer inspection, faint streaks of green light occasionally flowed through its surface, suggesting that its protective aura could seamlessly shift between golden and green hues. In contrast, the black Yuan婴 maintained a cold, expressionless demeanor, his entire body dark as ink, exuding a dense and powerful magical aura. As soon as the golden Yuan婴 opened his mouth, he expelled several dozen round, multicolored orbs, which, under a flash of light, began to spin continuously around him. Meanwhile, the black Yuan婴 lowered his head, hands moving in precise gestures, and murmured words of incantation without pause. The five-colored orb spheres suddenly transformed into individual luminous eye-like orbs, each radiating brilliant light and projecting slender columns of light—thick as a human finger—that flashed briefly and then vanished into the black immortal embryo. Upon witnessing this, the golden immortal embryo blinked with bright eyes, and suddenly, a plump little hand reached out, grasping the space before it. A clear chime rang out, and a gleaming "golden brick" materialized. The golden immortal embryo lightly touched the brick with a finger. At once, a series of crisp crackling sounds erupted, with flashes of golden lightning surging upward, and countless golden filaments fracturing in pieces from the surface of the brick. In a moment, a white wooden box, deeply embossed with silver and gold runes, emerged—exactly the "Seal of Demonic Confinement" that Han Li had carefully preserved. Under his careful sealing, the artifact had remained flawless throughout. As the Seal of Demonic Confinement appeared, the black immortal embryo shuddered, momentarily transforming into a faint, translucent silhouette, which then swiftly dissolved and entered the wooden box. At that very moment, a silent ethereal form of Han Li materialized in the sky above a grassland that seemed like a green ocean. "Indeed, it's still here!" A flash of blue light danced in Han Li's eyes as he glanced around, murmuring to himself. "May I ask, is it possible that you believe my previous words were false? If you are truly able to break through the final few seals, I would be most delighted to have a companion to share this journey with me." As soon as the words were spoken, a shimmer in the nearby void revealed an elderly man dressed in a deep green robe, smiling warmly at Han Li. "Had I not entered this realm, I might have lost my spiritual embodiment forever. I've always been deeply curious about the true nature of this Zhunmo Lock." Han Li found the elder's appearance entirely natural, responding calmly. "Even after being confined here for so many years, your spiritual embodiment, having entered, can hardly escape. Well, then, have you thought through the collaboration I mentioned last time?" "The carriage and horse rider nodded gently and straightaway got to the point. "I have always been deeply impressed by that chaotic energy. However, this time I have come to see you again—not about this matter, but regarding another matter I would like to ask you a few questions about." Han Li shook his head. "Besides the matter of the Sealing of the Demons, do you not wish to discuss any other matters, Elder?" Upon hearing Han Li's words, the elder felt deeply disappointed, his expression darkening. "Oh, does it mean you'd like me to leave the matter of the Blood-Light Patriarch entirely untouched?" Han Li remained calm, even smiling lightly. "That Blood-Light man! What do you mean by that? Have you actually seen this rogue?" The elder stared, suddenly growing stern. "I have not personally met the original form of the Blood-Light Patriarch. However, his current incarnation is now relentlessly pursuing me—his powers are quite formidable, and I believe I am no match for him. That is why I would like to seek your advice on how to handle this situation." Han Li spoke calmly and composedly. "It was merely an incarnation. But why should I save you?" Xue Qi Gong was somewhat surprised, yet then sneered. "You may well have chosen to remain passive, but for my own survival, I have no choice but to insist on securing the Seal of the Demonic Calm. The Blood-Flame Patriarch himself sent an incarnation specifically to seek this very object. I daresay it was precisely for this item that he came. Should this treasure no longer be upon me, I believe the current crisis would naturally be resolved." Han Li calmly replied, his eyes slightly narrowed. "You are pressuring me! Don't forget that you seized the Seal of the Demonic Calm from the three subordinates of the Blood-Flame. Moreover, do you think that the young man would let go of an outsider who has even touched this treasure? Even if you hand it over, you will still not escape with your life." Xue Qi Gong grew furious. "Whether or not we succeed remains to be seen—only after trying can we know. Of course, if you are willing to offer a few pointers, then I shall have no need to press my case so strongly." "As for the grudge between the elder and this Blood-Flame Sage Ancestor, I daresay you'd be even more reluctant than I to have to return to his hands again," Han Li replied with a smile that was neither quite warm nor quite cold. Seeing Han Li remain unmoved, Cui Qi Gong's face grew deeply displeased, yet upon a quick glance, he found himself unable to utter any further objection. Han Li stood motionless in the void, arms folded, showing no signs of urgency. After a while, the elder gazed at Han Li intently before finally exhaling, his voice cold. "Hmph. How do you know I have a method to counter the Blood-Flame Embodiment? We haven't seen each other in years, and though I may have some understanding of his tactics from before, I'm not certain they still hold today. Perhaps the Blood-Flame Sage Ancestor has evolved his powers somewhat, but after all, he is merely an embodiment. I'm not truly afraid of this form—only of the two treasures he holds. I simply lack a strategy to counter them." "As long as I can reveal the methods to counter these two treasures, I believe I still have the strength to fight against my opponent," said Han Li, his expression brightening with a smile. "Are you referring to the Ziyan Cauldron and the Cai Guang Tower—those two remnants of the Xiantian treasure?" asked Cui Qi Gong, blinking in surprise. "The Ziyan Cauldron and the Cai Guang Tower? Indeed, they are a small purple cauldron and a seven-colored tower. These are both remnants of the Xiantian treasures," Han Li exclaimed, his face suddenly pale. Though he had suspected this all along, hearing the elder state it so clearly had still left him astonished. "It must be these two treasures. Excellent. Indeed, I have a method to counter both. Should my fortune be favorable, you might even be able to seize one of them unexpectedly," Cui Qi Gong said, his expression slightly puzzled.