Black Rain Master and the monk certainly wouldn't let this spiritual treasure escape so easily! Immediately, the elder swiftly accelerated the artifact, causing the great bell to sway. At the same time, the monk flipped his palm, and a flash of luminous light revealed a jade-white array disc in his hands. With quick finger movements, a series of thunderous rumblings erupted around the massive crater, countless light arrays materializing, and waves of sealing energies surging forth like a tidal flow, instantly weaving together into a vast net that instantly blocked the spiritual treasure's path of retreat. Moreover, above these seals, the sound of phoenix calls resonated. As three crimson flames flickered, three crimson fire birds materialized and immediately opened their mouths, sending three towering crimson pillars of fire rushing upward, which instantly coalesced into a vast cloud of flame to envelop the stone spirit. Meanwhile, on the other side of the spiritual treasure, the translucent, emerald-blue crystal scorpion unexpectedly appeared. With a subtle flick of its blue tail, a silent streak of emerald poison shot forth. The Huangliang stone spirit had once again plunged into peril! Yet thus, it seemed to have been utterly incensed, its golden glow rippling across its surface, then suddenly emitting a strange cry. At the same time, the third blood-eyed orb on its forehead swelled to a perfectly round, brilliant state, radiating a dazzling, sun-like white light so intense that it was impossible to look upon directly. The black-robed master and the monk, who had been casting spells to attack the spirit, instinctively closed their eyes in response, only to open them again with faces now deeply altered. Though he had long heard that Huangliang's spiritual being possessed an astonishing magical talent, capable of even imprisoning combined entities, he had never imagined it would be so dominant—suddenly and without any warning, he found himself plunged into it. Moreover, the magic manifested was precisely the most troublesome: the Yellow Springs Earth Fire! This spirit had lived within the fire for countless tens of thousands of years, having refined its magical art to a flawless mastery. To break free through any flaw in the illusion would surely prove a formidable challenge. It seemed that to escape this enchantment, he would have to rely on sheer force to break through it. The elder, swiftly deploying several black shields to protect his body, thought grimly as he went. On the other hand, upon opening his eyes, the monk found himself in a hazy space, with the Black Rain Master and all the spiritual beasts completely gone. Before him, hundreds of zhang away, floated a colossal creature—towering a thousand zhang high. The creature shone with golden light, resembling a toad, yet along its head to its back, there stood a row of seven golden eyes, fixed upon the monk with an expression devoid of emotion. The aura emanating from its vast body was terrifying, so intense that it nearly suffocated him. "The Seven-Eyed Golden Toad," the monk murmured, his face pale with shock. Yet, after uttering a single Buddhist chant, a determined expression returned to his face. With a gesture of his hands, he reached out into the air, and in a flash of luminous light, a golden dragon-headed staff and a silver bowl instantly materialized before him. Not only did the elder and the monk remain motionless in the void, but even the three fire birds, after a clear call, halted their flame emissions, their eyes filled with alarm, and frantically扇ed their wings, likewise falling into the spell's influence. The only exception was the crystal blue scorpion, a particularly rare spirit insect, which remained unaffected by the white light from the stone spirit's third eye—its venomous spines continued to emit vivid blue glimmers unimpeded. However, without the support of the others, the yellow rice stone spirit, having managed to deflect the initial onslaught with bursts of its own magical fire, easily passed through each of the blue glimmers, then fixed the scorpion with a stern gaze before suddenly transforming into a radiant golden sphere and charging straight downward into the lower seal. This spirit creature proved quite intelligent, recognizing that now was not the time to engage in prolonged combat, and promptly decided to retreat back into the earth to ensure its safety. But just as the true surge of power was about to collide with the seals, the figure suddenly opened its mouth, expelling in a continuous stream yellow light orbs the size of human heads. These orbs flashed briefly before striking a specific seal with force. A series of explosive sounds followed, and brilliant yellow flashes burst outward, causing the seal to tremble and visibly begin to collapse. The illusion released by Huang Liangshi Ling a moment ago primarily targeted the Black Rain Master and the monk, so although Han Li was slightly affected at a distance, he managed to effortlessly escape the illusion thanks to his powerful consciousness and instantly materialized above the seal. The stone spirit, which had been steadily working to break through the seal and return underground, was now blocked by a newly appeared foe—its indignation was beyond words. "Whoosh!" Suddenly, thick waves of yellow flames erupted from the spirit's surface, surging upward and then sweeping directly toward Han Li with great force. These flames, refined over tens of thousands of years of cultivation deep beneath the earth, were the cold, ethereal phoenix fire unique to the spirit. "Excellent!" Seeing the flames approach, Han Li did not show any surprise—he smiled instead. With a sudden flip of his hand, a small mountain of black stone materialized. He then struck it with a palm, and the mountain instantly swayed and expanded to a height of over ten zhang! A law passed by the Han dynasty swiftly summoned a row of silver runes to rise upon the mountain peak. A vast expanse of hazy light then unfurled, spinning in a circular motion to form a gray vortex that swelled and contracted erratically in the void. As the yellow demonic flames descended and touched the gray vortex, they erupted with thunderous roars and then flashed out, vanishing into the vortex. The vortex, though slightly expanding, remained calm and unbothered. Huanglang Stone Spirit observed this scene, her eyes flashing with unusual brilliance, and she emitted a sharp cry. Han Li frowned slightly at this sight. This demon fire truly proved troublesome, yet he certainly would not be intimidated. With a lift of his eyebrows, he suddenly reached out with a large hand, grasping the spirit frog in mid-air. A deep resonant sound! The five-colored light streaks in the void surged and rolled, and suddenly, a white hand glowing with five hues of cold flame emerged, extending downward and seizing the spirit frog with a firm grip. The movement was swift—like lightning itself! The spirit frog either could not evade or simply had no intention of doing so, and was instantly caught in the hand. As the five hues of cold flame expanded, the five fingers of the hand pressed down with force. A sharp crack! The spirit frog burst open instantly, enveloped in the five hues of cold flame, and then surged back toward Han Li’s hand, reforming into a swirling mass of flame. Yet, this five-hued cold flame, though cold, could not easily be subdued by the demon fire. As the five-colored light streaks surged upward, it met the yellow demon fire with firm resistance, holding its ground without hesitation. And in this very moment, Han Li had already lightly touched the black mountain before him with his finger. At once, the mountain swayed and vanished into the void as if it had stepped through space. Next, a ripple surged above the Yellow Rice Stone Spirit, and the black mountain suddenly appeared with a hazy, eerie shimmer, pressing down upon it without hesitation, while a grayish light vortex rolled down as well. The Stone Spirit felt her body grow heavy, instantly subjected to an invisible, immense force exerted by the mountain, causing her movements to slow to a crawl. She was naturally filled with shock and fury, struggling desperately before giving up when the pressure failed to yield. Without a moment's hesitation, she opened her mouth toward the sky and expelled a round, golden-yellow orb. Though no larger than a thumb, the orb was uniformly pale yellow and seemed unremarkable—yet it was the vital essence of the spirit, the fabled feline embryo nurtured since the moment of its creation. This immortal pill merely spun once joyfully atop the stone spirit's head, and an invisible immense force was forcibly repelled. Then, with a sudden *pff* sound, countless yellow fire serpents surged forth from the pill, waved in the wind to stretch several zhang in length, and then lunged upward with their mouths open and bodies coiled—amidst the interweaving of yellow flames and gray mist, they managed to firmly block the black mountain peak, preventing it from descending even an inch. At that moment, Han Li, who had been stationed below, suddenly flashed a cold gaze in his eyes. With a single hand gesture, a thunderclap echoed behind him, and a pair of translucent feather wings emerged. He then gave a strong flap, and vanished in the form of a silver arc. At this point, the stone spirit, just about to move and evade a blue beam from the azure scorpion, narrowed his eyes and revealed a fierce expression, clearly intending to launch a counterattack. However, a flash of lightning in the void behind him caused Han Li to surge forth, enveloped in a cascade of electric currents. Startled, the yellow-lantern stone spirit, without hesitation, brightened his third Han Li, however, seemed entirely prepared. With a sudden, cold exhalation, he closed his eyes, and a surge of black light flashed across his brow—then, as he opened his eyes, the same black light flashed again! A streak of black energy shot forth from his eyes, vanishing instantly and precisely striking the third divine eye of the spiritual creature, extinguishing the brief flash of white light that had just ignited. At the very moment he emitted the cold exhalation, the stone spirit felt a thunderous crack in his head, a sharp, deep pain radiating through his very soul, causing his body to tremble and his form to waver, nearly collapsing in the void. Black Rain Person and the monk certainly would not allow this spirit to escape so easily! Immediately, the elder swiftly accelerated the power of his artifact, causing the great bell to tremble and then surge forward with a powerful wave of silver sonic energy. The monk flipped his palm, and a flash of luminous light surged from his hands—suddenly, a jade-like array disc appeared. With swift finger movements, a thunderous roar erupted around the vast crater, and countless radiant arrays bloomed forth. Waves of sealing techniques surged like a tidal surge, instantly interweaving into a vast network that instantly blocked the retreat path of the spiritual artifacts. Yet thus, it seemed to have completely roused the spirit's ire. Its golden glow surged and rippled, and suddenly a strange cry erupted. At the same time, the third blood-eyed orb on its forehead swelled and rounded out, radiating a brilliant, sun-like white light that was so intense and dazzling it rendered all unable to look upon it directly! The black-robed master and the monk, who had been casting spells to attack the stone spirit, instinctively closed their eyes in response to this spectacle. When they reopened them, however, both were visibly startled. The black-robed master found himself immersed in a vast expanse of yellowish, billowing flames. Above and below, as well as all around him, the sky and the ground were filled with surging flames. Though these flames burned vigorously, they somehow conveyed an eerie, chilling sensation—like ice piercing through. "Yellow Springs' earth-fire!" the master exclaimed, his voice rising in surprise. "No—that's a trick of illusion!" His face paled, yet despite his evident astonishment, he quickly regained composure. Still, his expression remained far from composed. Though he had long heard that Huangliang's spiritual essence possessed an astonishing ability in illusion magic—capable even of ensnaring combined entities—he had never imagined it would be so dominant, suddenly and without any warning, drawing him completely into its grasp. Moreover, the illusion manifested was precisely the most troublesome of all: the Yellow Springs Earth Fire! This spirit had lived within the fire for countless tens of thousands of years, having refined its illusion magic to a flawless mastery. To break free through any flaw in the magic would surely prove no easy task. Thus, to escape promptly, he would have to rely on sheer force to shatter the illusion. The elder, swiftly deploying several black shields to protect his body, pondered with a grave expression. On the other hand, upon opening his eyes, the monk found himself in a hazy space, with the Black Rain Master and all the spiritual beasts completely gone. Before him, hundreds of zhang away, floated a colossal creature—towering a thousand zhang high. The creature shone with golden light, resembling a toad, yet along its head to its back, there stood a row of seven golden eyes, fixed upon the monk with an expression devoid of emotion. The aura emanating from its vast body was terrifying, so intense that it nearly suffocated him. "Seven-Eyed Golden Toad," the monk murmured, his face pale with shock. But after uttering a single Buddhist chant, a determined expression returned to his face. With a gesture of his hands, he reached out into the air, and in a flash of luminous light, a golden dragon-headed staff and a silver bowl instantly materialized before him. Not only did the elder and the monk remain motionless in the void, but even the three fire birds, after a clear call, halted their flame emissions, their eyes filled with alarm, and frantically扇ed their wings, likewise falling into the spell's influence. The only exception was the crystal blue scorpion, a particularly rare spirit insect, which remained unaffected by the white glow from the stone spirit's third eye—its venomous spines continued to burst with vivid blue light. However, without the support of the others, the yellow rice stone spirit, having managed to deflect the initial onslaught with bursts of its own magical fire, easily slipped past each blue glow and then fixed a stern gaze upon the scorpion before suddenly transforming into a radiant golden sphere and rushing straight downward, crashing into the lower seal. This spirit creature proved quite intelligent, recognizing that now was not the time to engage in prolonged confrontation, and thus promptly decided to retreat back into the earth, where it would be safest. But just as the true surge of power was about to collide with the seals, the figure suddenly opened its mouth, expelling in a continuous stream yellow light orbs the size of human heads. These orbs flashed briefly before striking a specific seal with force. A series of explosive sounds followed, and brilliant yellow flashes burst outward, causing the seal to tremble and visibly begin to collapse. Seeing this, Shí Líng was overjoyed. With another opening of its mouth, it expelled another series of over a dozen light orbs, aiming to completely disintegrate the seal. At that very moment, however, a figure suddenly materialized in the air above the seal, a faintly emerald glow appearing silently. With a subtle shift, the form instantly transformed into a young man dressed in a green robe. The young man raised his head, smiled warmly at Huang Liang Shí Ling, revealing a set of white teeth. Then, with a flick of his sleeve, a silver ruler shot forth from his robe, blurring into a dense array of ruler shadows that immediately intercepted and shattered all the light orbs with a single strike at the upper level. This man was none other than Han Li, who had been quietly concealed all along. The illusion released by Huang Liangshi Ling a moment ago primarily targeted the Black Rain Master and the monk, so although Han Li was slightly affected at a distance, he managed to effortlessly escape the illusion thanks to his powerful consciousness and instantly materialized above the seal. The stone spirit, which had been steadily working to break through the seal and return underground, was now blocked by a newly appeared foe—its indignation was beyond words. "Whoosh!" Suddenly, thick waves of golden flames erupted from the spirit's surface, surging upward and then sweeping directly toward Han Li with great force. These flames, refined over tens of thousands of years of cultivation deep beneath the earth, were a rare, coldly potent type of mystical fire. "Excellent!" Seeing the flames approach, Han Li didn't flinch—he smiled instead. With a sudden flip of his hand, a small mountain of black stone materialized. He then lightly struck it, and the mountain swayed, instantly expanding to a height of over ten zhang. A law passed by the Han dynasty swiftly summoned a row of silver runes to emerge upon the mountain peak. A vast expanse of hazy light then unfurled, spinning around in a steady rotation to form a gray vortex that swelled and contracted erratically in the void. As the yellow demonic flames poured down and touched the gray vortex, they erupted with thunderous roars and then flashed out, vanishing into the vortex. The vortex, though slightly expanding, remained calm and unbothered. Huanglang Stone Spirit observed this scene, her eyes flashing with unusual luminescence, and she emitted a sharp cry. Han Li frowned slightly at this sight. The demon fire truly proved troublesome, yet he certainly would not be intimidated. With a lift of his eyebrows, he suddenly reached out with a large hand, grasping the hollow space before the fire tortoise. A deep rumble echoed. The five-colored light streaks in the void surged and rolled, and suddenly, a white hand glowing with five hues of cold flame emerged, plunging it firmly toward the fire tortoise below. The movement was swift—like lightning itself! The fire tortoise either could not evade or simply had no intention of doing so, and was instantly caught in the hand. As the five hues of cold flame expanded, the five fingers of the hand pressed down with firm strength. "Crack!" The fire tortoise burst open instantly, its body disintegrating into a surge of flames that then enveloped the hand in reverse. Yet, this five-hued cold flame, being so inherently cold, could not so easily be subdued by the demon fire. The five-colored light streaks surged upward, meeting and firmly resisting the yellow demon flames without hesitation. And in this very moment, Han Li had already lightly touched the black mountain before him with his finger. At once, the mountain swayed and vanished into the void. Next, a ripple surged above the Yellow Rice Stone Spirit, and the black mountain suddenly appeared with a hazy, eerie flash, pressing down upon it without mercy, while a grayish light wave rolled down as well. The Stone Spirit felt her body grow heavy, instantly subjected to an invisible, immense force exerted by the mountain, causing her movements to become sluggish. She was naturally filled with shock and fury, struggling for a moment before giving up when the pressure failed to yield. Then, without hesitation, she opened her mouth toward the sky and expelled a round, yellowish orb. Though only the size of a thumb, the orb was uniformly creamy-yellow and seemed unremarkable—yet it was the immortal embryo that this spirit had nurtured since its very inception. This immortal pill merely spun once joyfully atop the stone spirit's head, and an invisible immense force was forcibly repelled. Then, with a sudden *pff* sound, countless yellow fire serpents surged forth from the pill, waved in the wind to stretch several zhang in length, and then surged upward with jaws agape and limbs outstretched. Amidst the interweaving of yellow flames and gray mist, they successfully blocked the black mountain peak, preventing it from descending an inch. At this moment, Han Li, who had been stationed below, suddenly flashed a cold gaze in his eyes. With a single hand gesture, a thunderclap echoed behind him, and a pair of translucent feather wings emerged. He then gave a powerful flap, and vanished into a silver arc. As the stone spirit in the air just moved to evade a blue flash from the azure scorpion, her eyes narrowed with a fierce expression, clearly intending to launch a counterattack. However, a flash of lightning in the void behind her caused Han Li to surge forth, enveloped in a cascade of electric currents. Startled, the yellow-lantern stone spirit immediately brightened her third eye without hesitation, preparing to emit a brilliant white glow once again. Han Li, however, seemed entirely prepared. With a sudden, cold exhalation, he closed his eyes, and a flash of black light surged across his brow—then, as he opened his eyes, the same black light flashed again! A streak of black energy shot forth from his eyes, vanishing instantly, precisely striking the third immortal eye of the spiritual artifact, extinguishing the brief flash of white light that had just ignited. At the very moment he emitted the cold exhalation, the Stone Spirit felt a thunderous crack within his head, a sharp, searing pain penetrating deep into his very soul, causing his form to tremble and his body to waver, as if about to collapse in mid-air.