As for the other embodiment engaged in a fierce struggle with the spiritual body at a distance, it seemed to have also received the message, its body suddenly blazing with bloodlight and forcefully pushing back the spiritual form. In the blink of an eye, the three gathered together, their light trails instantly linking into one and swiftly vanishing toward the horizon. "Young man, this affair cannot possibly end here! This time, I was unable to lay hands on you because my essential treasures were not with me. But the next time we meet, I will surely extract your soul and refine your essence to avenge this injury!" The solemn voice of the leading youth resonated powerfully, yet when he finished uttering the final words, the bloodlight form had already vanished at the far end of the sky. Once the demon had decided to retreat, his departure was remarkably decisive—he did not even turn his head once. It seemed he was absolutely certain that Han Li would not capitalize on the moment to pursue and attack. The golden-hair giant ape floated steadily in midair, gazing in the direction where the enemy had disappeared, his expression unchanged, clearly showing no intention to move after all. Not only that, the distant spiritual body gestured with a single hand, vanishing in a flash from its original spot, yet as the ripple of energy spread, it suddenly reappeared beside the giant ape, standing motionless. The giant ape suddenly emitted a cold huff, a flash of golden light rippling across its surface, and its tripartite, six-armed form instantly shattered and vanished. Then, with a single stomp of its foot, its body shrank instantly by hundreds of times, shedding all golden fur and returning to human form. Yet when Han Li resumed his original shape, his face did not light up with joy; instead, he glanced once more toward the distant horizon, his expression now serious. "Only a few mere manifestations—how unexpectedly difficult they are! If the true body were to arrive, one can only imagine the formidable power it would wield! The strength of the Stage of Great Perfection truly is no exaggeration! In fact, even more formidable than what was previously reported." After murmuring these words, Han Li finally turned his gaze back and raised his hand, gesturing toward the spiritual body beside him. The spirit body flickered, transforming into a faint green outline that surged straight toward him. In a single flash, it vanished into his body. Thirteen purple-spotted gold-devouring insects spiraled upward and soared toward him. With a simple roll of his sleeve, Han Li emitted a shimmering green aura, sealing all the insects within his sleeve. Then, closing his eyes, he began murmuring incantations with a single hand forming gestures. A blood-script the size of a thumb appeared between his eyebrows, glowing softly. In mere moments, Han Li suddenly opened his eyes, beaming with satisfaction and murmured, "Indeed effective—the Purple-Speaking Cauldron hasn't moved too far!" As soon as he finished speaking, he altered his hand gestures, continuously shifting through various intricate hand seals, while the blood-script between his brows flickered between light and dark. Not long after, a sharp crack echoed from the opposite sky, and a streak of black light shot toward them. Amidst the fading light, a round, vividly purple object suddenly appeared—exactly the Purple Yan Ding that had previously taken off on its own. However, as it flew several hundred paces away from Han Li, it suddenly halted mid-flight, revealing its original form as a small purple tripod. The surface of the tripod pulsed with fluctuating purple light and emitted a low, resonant hum, as though hesitating noticeably at the approach of Han Li. Yet, the subtle connection Han Li had established through his Blood Script seemed to equally bind the tripod, making it reluctant to depart. Han Li gazed warmly at the small tripod, his smile growing even more radiant. With a flick of the Blood Script, a luminous thread directly emerged from his brow and hovered before him, beginning to rotate steadily. At the same time, his voice grew louder as he recited incantations, and with a swift motion of his fingers, a series of colorful hand seals shot out, vanishing instantly into the tripod. The tripod trembled and immediately released a clear, dragon-like cry, then surged forward, directly heading toward the Blood Script. A flash of light, and the blood script likewise plunged into the small cauldron. Immediately, the cauldron's surface shimmered with a blood-like hue, and its long, resonant call rose several tones, as if it were delighting immensely. Seeing this, Han Li smiled slightly and then raised his hand, lightly tapping the small cauldron. The purple cauldron swayed gracefully, flying with remarkable obedience until it settled into a miniature size, several inches in diameter, resting steadily in the palm of his hand. Han Li was greatly pleased, exhaled deeply, and lifted the cauldron slightly before him, his eyes flashing blue as he examined it closely. The cauldron appeared pale purple, with numerous unfamiliar inscriptions engraved upon its surface, and a subtle, almost imperceptible black aura enveloping it completely. Han Li's eyes narrowed slightly. Suddenly, as he held the cauldron in his palm, a flash of inner light passed through his hand, and several golden and silver script symbols emerged silently, gliding and adhering to the cauldron without a sound. The small tripod only managed a low hum, after which its surface glow instantly grew stiff and lifeless, losing its earlier, almost supernatural, spirit. Moreover, Han Li moved his fingers swiftly, and a thunderous sound erupted, countless golden arcs shooting out from his fingertips, forming a golden grid that completely encased the tripod. After the electric sparks shrank and crackled, a golden orb appeared instantly in his palm. Only then did Han Li ease his expression. He then flipped his other palm, and a pristine jade box materialized. The golden orb flashed and was neatly placed inside. With a swift flick of his sleeve, several colorful talismans shot out and adhered to the box, instantly forming miniature talisman arrays deeply embedded into the lid. Han Li had managed to temporarily seal the tripod with remarkable speed and ease. Only after securing the jade box did he take a deep, steady breath, finally relaxing completely. Although the Ziqian Ding, as Cheqi Gong had described, was easily secured from the Blood-Light Patriarch's manifested form using the secret techniques taught, and ultimately captured in his hands, the treasure still carried a trace of the old demon's divine consciousness. Until this trace was fully expelled and the artifact properly re-enchanted, he dared not use it casually or keep it close at hand. Yet, having obtained such a precious remnant of the Heavenly Realm, Han Li felt truly delighted, though he also felt a certain sense of sorrow over the loss of the Ten-Thousand-Jian Map. This artifact had only just been fully enlivened and was originally intended as a key weapon to counter the demonic army. It had, however, been completely rendered useless in a single battle, which naturally left him somewhat disheartened. Yet, when Han Li recalled the words spoken by the leading demon before he departed, his expression grew noticeably more serious. As the demon mentioned, the primary reason this time they were able to repel these three Great Perfection Embodiments was simply that the opponents were unprepared and had rushed in unexpectedly, compounded by unforeseen setbacks involving the two precious remnants of Xuan Tian—the very assets they relied upon—leaving them looking disheveled. Should they instead borrow the treasures from the other Embodiment leading the entire demonic army, and if they also developed defenses against the techniques used to affect the Color-Light Pagoda, it would be far from certain whether they could still repel these three Embodiments of the Blood-Light Sage Ancestry on their next visit. Han Li silently pondered this, his gaze shifting uncertainly. Suddenly, he broke into a light laugh. "I've actually been overthinking things! How could he give the other side a second chance to block him? Considering the time it would take for the opponents to reach the demon army's main stronghold—no less than three or four months—they would have already quietly returned to Tianyuan City by now. As long as he stays in Tianyuan City and doesn't leave again, everything should be secure from here on." "With a sense of relief, Han Li smoothed his expression, regaining his usual composure. However, before that, he still had one matter to attend to—traveling to the Yellow Springs Fire Ground, which was not far from here. Initially, he had made a solemn vow to the charioteer, and he did not wish to suffer any backlash from his inner demons. Moreover, he had grown deeply moved by the Chaotic Dual Energies. Now that the Bloodlight Patriarch's form had been weakened and withdrawn, and with no immediate signs of a resurgence, this was indeed an ideal time to act. Yet, since the charioteer himself was also a Magian Patriarch, he would naturally not fully trust the latter's words. Thus, Han Li needed to quietly reinforce his own defenses to ensure he could carry out the charioteer's instructions faithfully. As for Yitian City—once his combined-stage beings had retreated, it was certain to fall. There was therefore no need to return. Han Li, ever resourceful, quickly settled on his course of action and, in an instant, turned around. A flash of jade-green light rippled across his body, and he soared into the sky as a streak of jade-green …At the same time, the giant demon, already thousands of miles away, retracted its physical form and released the crimson boat once more, placing the other two incarnations upon it, then activated the vessel and steered it steadily toward Yitian City. Along the way, the three Blood-Light Saint Ancestors remained motionless, silent and expressionless. Several days later, the three demons spotted the city walls of Yitian City, now nearly half collapsed, while thick black demonic aura had already enveloped the entire city, covering nearly half of it. As the crimson boat drew closer to the city walls, the black aura above the walls surged violently, and a group of armored soldiers riding great beasts approached respectfully. "Immediately activate the teleportation array closest to the Li Saint Clan's main army—we must leave this place right away!" The leading young noble, upon the armored cavalry drawing near, issued a cold, firm command. "Understood, Saint Ancestor!" Previously, when the divine consciousness of the Bloodlight Saint Patriarch descended and manifested, the mid-to-high ranked magical beings present had all witnessed it. Naturally recognizing the Saint Patriarch's incarnation, the leading knight bowed humbly and deeply, then respectfully agreed. At the moment when Han Li's evasive speed allowed him to glide swiftly past the city's skyline in mere moments, his spiritual awareness suddenly paused as he casually scanned downward. A soft "Hmm" escaped his lips, and his glowing light momentarily ceased, settling into his original form. His eyes swept downward, flashing with intensity, his face filled with surprise!