That object flashed with light, and the scroll soared into the air above the green sphere, unfurling slowly to reveal a scene of countless golden swords. It was precisely the "Map of Ten Thousand Swords" that Han Li had only recently perfected. As soon as the map unfurled, a surge of sword-like qi rose skyward, and a brilliant cascade of golden swordlight spilled out from within the scroll. When the golden light faded and vanished, the green sphere—originally standing before the map—disappeared entirely. It had been instantly drawn into the map itself. The green-skinned, serene-faced spirit smiled faintly. With a single hand gesture, he gently accelerated the process, and the golden sword map slowly closed once more, retransforming into a scroll that floated quietly in the air. At that moment, the golden-mantled giant ape raised his massive hand toward the heavens, and a thunderous roar echoed forth! The ethereal silhouette of the palace and pavilions, faintly visible at an altitude of several thousand zhang, yet held aloft by a mysterious force that prevented it from descending, suddenly erupted from its base, spewing out a cascade of radiant light that instantly engulfed the scroll, drawing it in with a swift, silent rush. Then, a swirling array of colorful light霞 rippled outward, and a dense, white mist rose around the palace and pavilions, swiftly engulfing all the structures. At the same time, within the region where the Nine Palaces and Heaven's Dry Symbol had manifested, The Map of a Hundred Swords shuddered violently, its surface shimmering with a golden glow before slowly opening again with a deep, resonant sound. However, the scroll had only managed to unfold halfway before a towering, seven-colored tower emerged suddenly from within the map. Then, a thunderous roar erupted, and the scroll burst apart, scattering countless golden sparks in all directions. A seven-colored luminous sphere, briefly flashing, shot forth amidst the splintering light—exactly the small seven-colored tower. However, on the surface of the small tower, a pale face could be faintly seen, shimmering in and out—precisely the form of the young boy who had taken residence within it. The face appeared unusually pale, with a mixture of shock and fury clearly etched upon it, indicating that the recent efforts to activate the small tower had significantly drained his vital energy. Yet before the seven-colored tower could unleash any further feats, the golden streaks shooting out from the ruptured points suddenly became glaringly bright. A sharp, piercing cry rose up, and golden flying swords began to materialize mysteriously around the tower—one after another—each gleaming with a radiant light, uniform in size and shape, yet so numerous that the view seemed to stretch endlessly. The entire area transformed into a true sea of swords, with golden light spreading everywhere in sight. The young boy’s face, now visible on the tower, was momentarily stunned by this sight. But then, all the swords instantly emitted a piercing cry, slightly shifting their tips, and then precisely aligned themselves to face the seven-colored tower. "Not good!" The young face atop the small tower, though usually exceptionally composed, grew pale at once upon witnessing this overwhelming array of swords converging. Simultaneously, the golden swords surrounding the tower trembled, unleashing over ten thousand beams of light that surged toward the tower like a storm of wind and rain. Though the seven-colored aura possessed extraordinary defensive strength, it soon flashed erratically under the relentless onslaught, appearing on the verge of collapse. Yet, the blood-bodied manifestation fused with the tower could not remain passive. Under such fierce assault, however, it found no time to summon further divine powers. With a helpless low exhalation, a vast surge of spiritual energy rushed into the tower, instantly stabilizing the seven-colored aura and restoring it to its original form. As the aura swiftly rotated, it deflected numerous beams of swordlight back toward their source. The golden swordlight radiating outward from all around was simply too abundant, and yet none of it faded or diminished. Just as the blood-light incarnation had managed to catch its breath, the next wave of swordlight roared in, and after a series of fierce slashes, the seven-colored glow once again grew unstable. Forced to act, the incarnation once again drew upon inner qi and channeled it into the small tower, reinforcing its defenses before anything else. For a moment, the seven-colored tower seemed firmly trapped in place, utterly unable to move. At the same time, outside the area covered by the Nine Palaces Tianqian Seal, the giant ape formed by Han Li sensed what was unfolding within and felt a surge of joy. With a mighty roar, the massive body surged forward and immediately charged toward the leading youth who was currently engaged in a temporary struggle with the gold-devouring insects on the opposite side. The luminous glow on the ape’s lower body flashed once, and it too began to fly toward that direction. Yet, at the very next instant, a rushing sound from the heavens broke the silence, and a streak of blood-light emerged, streaking swiftly toward them. Within that blood-light, a figure emerged and faded, clearly the other blood-light sage incarnation that had previously chased after the purple-spoken cauldron. He didn't know whether he had regained the precious cauldron, but at this moment, with just a few flashes, he would immediately rejoin the leading youth. "Halt him!" Han Li, witnessing the scene, issued a firm mental command to his spiritual body without hesitation. Instantly, a green glow surged, and his spiritual body shifted direction, directly facing the approaching youth. Upon seeing this, the youth's eyes flashed with cold intensity, and without a word, he lightly flicked his finger toward Han Li's spiritual body. "Shhh-shhh!" A sharp sound erupted as ten streaks of blood shot forth from his fingertip, swiftly coalescing into a broad, crimson sword-like beam, which surged forward with great force to strike Han Li's spiritual body head-on. At the same time, the youth opened his mouth and released a滚滚 surge of black flame. Though the spiritual body's magical prowess clearly fell short of that of the Blood-Light Sage's incarnation, it showed no sign of deference. With a single exhalation, a cascade of silvery hair shot forth, and with a swift wrist motion, a short silver ruler materialized in midair. After a slight flick, countless ruler-shadows densely emerged, forming a tidal wave that surged directly toward the opposing figure. For a moment, the Blood-Light Sage's incarnation was firmly ensnared, unable to advance a single step. To be sure, though these three had arrived across the realms, their inner power was far from their peak, and many of their trusted treasures could not accompany them into the Spirit Realm. In their minds, with the two celestial remnants—the Caiguang Tower and the Ziyan Cauldron—now in their hands, they were confident enough to sweep aside any senior cultivators in the Spirit Realm. Yet they had not anticipated the sheer difficulty of their primary mission. First, the Ziyan Cauldron inexplicably lost control, then the Caiguang Tower, along with one of their incarnations, was jointly subdued. Had it not been for the fact that he could still sense the incarnate form remaining unharmed, he might very well have broken free and immediately turned around to seek a more favorable opportunity. Even now, however, he finds himself unconsciously hesitating. However, now that the giant ape formed by Han Li launched an attack, it suddenly stirred a spark of ferocity within him. With a strange laugh, the eight blood-colored ghost shadows engaged in battle with the gold-eating insects instantly flickered and dispersed. The eight green-headed ghosts emitted a strange cry and shot out from the giant ring, vanishing swiftly and each one merging into the body of the leading young man. The mighty demon roared, his two arms sweeping out like great wheels, sending a flurry of clawed shadows dancing through the air. At the same time, each of his eight heads exhaled a surge of black mist. These black mists coalesced into a magnificent black flower in the sky, which instantly collided with the powerful downpour of force. The flower trembled and was crushed and dispersed by the impact, yet it absorbed and neutralized a significant portion of the force. The remaining power was then caught and dispersed by the swirling claws, causing both to vanish in a misty haze. Seeing this, the golden-hued giant ape blinked rapidly with his six eyes, then roared—a sound like thunder cracking across a clear sky—shaking the demon so that he staggered. A flash of golden light revealed a blurred image of a sword, about a foot long, appearing before the giant demon's eyes. Though still dazed, the demon was startled, and with an astonishing speed, reached out a massive hand to grasp it. "Pfft!" At the very instant the massive hand seized it, a faint sword silhouette flashed briefly and then vanished seemingly from between the fingers, as though it had been nothing but a mere phantom. The great demon, witnessing this, naturally paused in astonishment, still uncertain about the meaning of the attack when suddenly a flash of unusual light erupted within his consciousness sea—the sword silhouette reappeared, rising sharply and delivering a powerful downward strike. "Ah!" A searing pain, as though his very body were being torn apart from within, surged through his spirit, forcing him to clutch his head with both hands and emit a piercing, agonized cry. This was precisely a divine technique that Han Li had refined through his deep study of the "Mind-Sword Technique" from the "Ten-Thousand-Sword Diagram," a power specifically designed to wound an opponent's spirit awareness. Unfortunately, this technique, though rooted in celestial cultivation traditions, was not one he could easily summon. Using it forcefully would inevitably bring a counter-effect. Without transforming into a mountain-sized giant ape and fully integrating the essence of the Buddha-Saint, he would never have dared to deploy it in combat. Yet even so, the three-headed, six-armed giant ape let out a deep groan, and as golden and silver runes rippled across its body, countless streaks of blood shot forth—appearing more disheveled than the opposing demon. Nevertheless, Han Li had anticipated a counterattack, and though the three heads each endured sharp pains, he roared low and surged forward with sudden momentum. In a single flash, the giant ape spanned over a hundred paces, reaching directly above the demon. With a swift motion of its six arms, six golden blades emerged and plunged sharply downward, aimed at the central head beneath.