Yet as the colossal spear had only penetrated a few inches into the body, it seemed as though it had struck upon something as hard and resilient as forged steel, unable to advance another inch. At the same time, the golden form with its six eyes flashed with brilliant light. Below, the shadowed figure appeared to sense the growing trouble, lifting its head and gazing coldly—immediately, the spear trembled and seemed poised to withdraw instantly from the golden body. But it was too late! A peculiar, shimmering crystalline glow began to ripple across the surface of the Buddha-Śrī golden form, and suddenly a powerful suction force surged from within, instantly acting upon the spear. This force anchored the spear firmly, as though it had taken root, rendering it completely immobile. At that moment, the six golden blades on the body flashed with a sharp gleam, and a loud rushing sound erupted, as a dense wave of blade edges surged forth in a continuous, cascading torrent, seemingly engulfing both the shadowed figure and the leading youth. The leading youth emitted a cold exhalation, stepped back half a pace, and, with one hand, formed an unusual hand seal, while simultaneously chanting several unfamiliar spells. As the sound of the crimson little boat's hum rose, a layer of blood-glowing veil materialized, enclosing the young man and the shadow within. Despite the relentless, rain-like slashes of blade sparks striking the veil, it merely flashed several times before remaining undisturbed, perfectly intact. This crimson little boat was not only a flying treasure but also possessed an extraordinarily refined defensive capability. That explained why the leading youth remained composed and calm throughout the successive attacks of the Buddha Saint's golden form. Moreover, when the shadow raised its voice in a low roar, the massive spear previously drawn into it shimmered with a gray light, suddenly transforming from rigid to smooth and supple, and instantly materialized as a gray magical serpent several dozen zhang long, its head crowned with a black, single horn. With a single coil of its massive body, it tightly ensnared the golden form in mid-air. Should any ordinary cultivator—no matter how advanced, even at the Consolidated Stage—have been subjected to such a powerful, crushing force, their body would have instantly burst apart. Yet the Bodhi Saint's golden form was itself forged from countless rare materials, nearly indestructible by nature. Upon being wrapped by the colossal serpent, it not only remained undamaged but also emitted a long, resonant roar from each of its three heads. The form instantly grew in size, and its six golden blades flashed, vanishing completely. With a synchronized wave of its six arms, it manifested countless golden fist-images, striking the serpent's body with relentless force. The thunderous roar echoed throughout the heavens. Nevertheless, the serpent, transformed from the great spear, proved as resilient as iron—though the golden fist-images inflicted some damage, they could not immediately kill it. Instead, the serpent opened its massive mouth and expelled a surge of green energy directly onto the three heads of the Bodhi Saint. Though the nature of this green energy remained unknown, it radiated a profound sense of drowsiness, making the observers feel increasingly lethargic. The golden-bodied figure's three heads suddenly changed color, and a flash of golden light surged across its brows, causing each head to split open slightly, revealing three vertical eyes. A flash of golden light erupted from each vertical eye, piercing straight through the green mist in a single movement. Strange indeed—after a mere roll of the green mist, it vanished entirely. The giant serpent shook its head and opened its massive, blood-filled mouth, delivering a fierce bite toward the central head of the golden-bodied figure. Yet, as the scene shimmered, two golden hands had already intercepted the attack, inserting their fingers deeply into the serpent's head with a firm thrust. In no time at all, the golden-bodied figure and the giant serpent engaged in close, hand-to-hand combat, both displaying remarkable strength and resilience, their battle proving evenly matched. On the other side, the massive tower shadow hovering above the sword formation flickered and wavered involuntarily under the activation of the Nine Palaces Tian Gan Seal and the self-explosion of another lower-rank spatial artifact. The seven-hued glow emitted by the tower was disrupted by these sudden fluctuations and ultimately failed to settle fully, dissipating into a shimmering fade mid-air. Affected by the tower’s spatial energy, the palace formed by the Nine Palaces Tian Gan Seal merely rotated slowly at its upper level, yet could not bring it down. At this moment, the great ape manifesting as Han Li suddenly flashed a strange light in its eyes, then pointed both hands toward the sky. "Boom! Boom!" Two mountain peaks—one black and one green, each several dozen zhang tall—materialized from the void and surged directly toward the young man heading to intercept the seven-hued tower. Simultaneously, the green-skinned, ethereal body of the creature shook its sleeve with a sudden burst of sound, launching a burst of green filaments into the air. This green silk shimmered and transparent, vanishing into the void with a flash, yet immediately after, it emitted a sharp cry and appeared near the descending small tower, transforming into a green silk net that swiftly enveloped it. Han Li seemed determined to wrest this treasure from the air, seizing it with sheer force. The young blood-light sage, taking the form of a youth, remained expressionless, merely raising his hand and delivering a gentle palm strike toward the floating small tower, while simultaneously uttering the character "Pò." The small tower suddenly spun and stabilized, and at once, a vortex of seven colors surged violently from within, sweeping outward with such force that it instantly shattered the green silk net about to cover it. Not only that, but the two mountain peaks, struck by this wind, were violently blown several dozen feet away with a single gust. Then, as the seven-colored vortex rolled once more, it completely enveloped both mountains, and within the roaring wind, countless mysterious golden characters suddenly emerged—each one appearing remarkably familiar. "Golden Seal Script!" Han Li silently exclaimed in his mind, his face instantly changing. Suddenly, a mysterious force descended upon the mountain peak, seemingly intent on forcibly severing his divine awareness planted deep within the extreme peaks and seizing the treasures by force. Had it not been for his exceptionally strong divine awareness—almost on par with that of a senior cultivator—he might have truly fallen victim to the opponent's plan. The colossal ape Han Li had transformed into, startled at first, immediately roared in fury, then simultaneously punched the seven-colored gale with two massive hands. Two sharp, resonant explosions rang out! Two golden, shimmering fist-images shot forth from the void, swiftly striking the seven-colored gale with powerful force. At the same time, under the impetus of a spell, the two extreme peaks reacted—one suddenly glowed with a row of silver characters, releasing a surge of gray, misty light that surged forth and spiraled to collide with the seven-colored gale; the other emitted a series of hissing sounds, countless transparent sword-like energies jetting out simultaneously from the mountain peak in all directions, their sharpness seemingly poised to tear the surrounding void into countless fragments. Though the seven-colored gale possessed immense power, when struck simultaneously by the three attacks, it instantly trembled, bursting forth in clusters of piercing beams of light. Following a deep resonant crash, it fragmented and dispersed in fragments. One of the two towering peaks wavered and surged out of the gale's embrace, then spiraled downward, gently settling toward Han Li. The other peak followed suit. The young boy who had been controlling the small tower, having just employed a different grand technique of the Rainbow Light Tower, which had not succeeded in forcibly seizing either peak, could not help but emit a light "Ah!" of surprise—his expression briefly flickered with amazement before quickly returning to its usual composed stillness. With a single hand extended toward the void, he summoned a shimmering glow that materialized in a flash. To his astonishment, the seven-colored tower now appeared mysteriously encased within this luminous sphere. "Hmph. This youngster proves quite troublesome. No more reserves—seize him now with the Rainbow Light Tower's technique. With that power, even if other spatial forces interfere, there will be little difficulty." A cold voice suddenly echoed from afar. It came from the leading youth standing on the crimson skiff, who spoke with growing impatience. At that moment, he was swiftly summoning the shadow behind him, transforming it into over a dozen massive tentacles that relentlessly struck the golden bodhisattva form floating above. Yet, despite the intensity of his actions, he now spoke with ease and composure. Upon hearing this, Han Li was struck with a sudden thought. His transformed giant ape roared, and a brilliant golden luminescence surged across its body. With a slight blur of its arms, it hurled two mountain-sized peaks straight at the leading youth. Given the immense weight of these peaks and the extraordinary divine strength of the mountain-ape itself, the two mountains erupted in thunderous booms and then vanished completely into the void with only a slight fading. Instantly, at the youth's immediate vicinity, the space slightly warped, and the two mountains emitted sharp cries, shooting out violently and striking the crimson light shield projected by the skiff with a resounding impact. The leading youth, witnessing this scene, had his pupils contract instantly. As the massive shadow of the horned demon flashed past, it plunged directly onto his body. A radiant crimson glow instantly enveloped him. Two thunderous booms echoed, and two brilliant beams of light emerged upon the crimson aura. The blood-colored shield trembled violently, then shattered with a crisp, porcelain-like crack, fragmenting into pieces. Though the peaks of the mountains pierced through the light, the small vessel of blood on the shore became utterly empty—no figure remained. At that very moment, a ripple surged in the sky above the blood sea twenty zhang away, and a figure appeared silently. It was the leading youth who had vanished earlier. Yet now, in his form as the Blood Light Saint Ancestor, his appearance had changed completely. In addition to a strange, grayish magical armor now adorning his body, he now bore two pairs of crimson feather wings on his back, and eight ghost-headed motifs, each the size of a clenched fist, floated around his neck. They had their eyes closed, their forms grotesque and terrifying, yet their mouths moved continuously, as if all of them were alive—so vividly that it sent a shiver down one's spine. The young leader, however, scowled fiercely, fixing a venomous gaze upon Han Li. "Very well! Remarkable," he said. "I never expected you to press me so far, to go to such lengths." At that very moment, as he displayed this pained expression, the blood-tinged embodiment who had been holding the small tower suddenly flashed his eyes with intense light several times, then lifted the tower high above his head, closing his eyes slowly. A swift stream of ancient, obscure incantations flowed from his lips. The seven-colored tower began to hum loudly, radiating concentric rings of seven-toned light that spread outward, quickly enveloping a space of several mu in size, and continuing to expand rapidly. As the young wizard's incantation sped up, golden runes of varying sizes gradually emerged, rising with expanding circles of light. Waves of power infused with the essence of laws radiated from the seven-colored halos and swiftly filled the entire sky.