However, such immortal techniques require a long time to master and cannot yield immediate results, so there's no need to begin practicing right away. Han Li sent his divine awareness into the two jade scrolls, carefully reviewed the contents once again, and silently pondered them for a while. After feeling confident that everything was clear, he closed the jade tablets and slowly shut his eyes. He intended to first adjust his body, mind, and spiritual power to their peak state before beginning to craft the "Heavenly Spear Seal." With this seal in his hands, even if unforeseen circumstances arose during the great battle, he would surely be able to hold his own. Of course, Han Li's decision to commit himself to confronting the Blood-Light Sage's manifestation was not solely based on this seal. With his currently powerful consciousness, he could already sufficiently activate the unevolved gold-devouring insect groups to engage in direct combat. Should thousands of these insects launch their attacks simultaneously, even the Blood-Light Sage's manifestation would be utterly overwhelmed if not carefully prepared. And immediately, he prepared to practice the miraculous powers recorded in the sacred texts of the True Magician's Arts—each one extraordinary and bound to astonish his opponent. Moreover, he had the Leopard-Phoenix beast and the unevolved Golden-Feathered King insects as allies. With them, he felt confident not only in facing the avatar of the Magician Saint, but even against the true, original form of the Saint himself. With these thoughts in mind, Han Li relaxed his awareness, gradually letting go of everything, and entered a state of meditation. For some time, the chamber remained unusually quiet, until suddenly, a low hum began to rise, occasionally interrupted by deep, resonant sounds that shook the entire room. Half a month later, a sharp, piercing cry erupted suddenly from within the chamber, followed by a golden light beam that surged upward, piercing through the ceiling and appearing directly above Han Li’s stone tower. This golden light column shimmered with ethereal radiance, soaring thousands of zhang in height, thick as a water barrel. At its apex, a massive, spear-shaped phantom figure hovered faintly, emitting a remarkably resonant sound. Even more astonishing was the scene around the spear-shaped phantom: countless silver glimmers danced incessantly, revealing thousands of silver script symbols swirling in perpetual motion. From afar, the scene appeared profoundly mysterious and sublime. Not only that, but the cultivators who were meditating and practicing at their residences nearby, as well as the infantry patrolling in the lower skies, all noticed that those wearing metallic armor and other weapon-class treasures outside began to emit intermittent, strange hums. Immediately, a surge of golden spiritual energy poured out of the treasures in great abundance, transforming into shimmering golden points that rushed in the same direction. Just as it seemed things were about to spiral out of control, the long spear silhouette within the luminous beam suddenly trembled, and its strange vibrations abruptly ceased. The massive beam flashed once, then gently descended, dissolving into golden light and vanishing without a trace. At the same time, the golden spiritual energy flowing out of the cultivators' treasures instantly stopped, returning to normal. To these cultivators, if it weren't for the clear signs of severe weakening in their own treasures, the entire sequence of events would have seemed like a dream. Many exchanged puzzled glances. Naturally, the extraordinary celestial phenomenon that unfolded at Han Li's residence could not go unnoticed by the nearby residents. They naturally assumed that the senior cultivator was performing a ritual to refine some rare artifact, requiring a substantial infusion of golden spiritual energy—thus explaining the earlier occurrences. Overcome with awe and astonishment, they dared not approach a late-stage Consolidation-stage cultivator to question or complain, and those whose treasures had suffered damage could only sigh and accept their fate. Master Jin Yue and the other senior elders of the Monastery, though they had not personally witnessed this extraordinary phenomenon, soon received reports about it in succession. While they were slightly astonished, they did not treat it as anything significant, and not a single one of them dispatched anyone to inquire of Han Li. Now, the movements of the demonic army outside the city have become increasingly frequent, and every resident cultivator of Tianyuan City can clearly sense the approaching battle. Under such circumstances, these high-level beings naturally did not deem it necessary to expend much effort on such trivial matters. …… Two months later, in the inner chamber, Han Li sat cross-legged on the ground, radiating a brilliant golden glow, his eyes closed, yet his hands clasped together in front of him, subtly holding a scroll of gold and silver. Floating just above his head was a translucent image of a bodhisattva with three heads and six arms. Three faces remarkably resembling Han Li appeared, each exceptionally clear and displaying distinct expressions of joy, anger, and sorrow. Six arms rose upward, each palm bearing a faint golden artifact shimmering subtly. These artifacts—some hammers, some staffs, some jian—shone with a soft, solid golden glow, their surfaces adorned with delicate silvery runes. At this moment, some emitted thunderous gusts of wind and lightning, others hummed steadily, while others fluctuated in brightness, clearly possessing not only formidable power but also unique and distinct magical capabilities. Suddenly, Han Li's expression changed, and with a flash of golden light in his hands, the silver-and-gold scroll vanished silently. He then opened his closed eyes. At the same instant, the three-headed, six-armed form also moved and seamlessly merged into his body. A burst of red light surged from outside the chamber, spiraling in and settling directly into Han Li's hands. Han Li narrowed his eyes, gazing intently at the red light for a moment, then released his divine awareness outward toward the outer chamber. His vast consciousness swiftly swept through every level of the stone tower, finally settling in the grand hall at the very top. "Since she has come personally, it seems the demonic forces have already begun their assault on the city," Han murmured thoughtfully, his expression growing serious. "Otherwise, they wouldn't have disturbed my meditation so easily." With a simple palm stroke, the red light instantly dispersed and faded. After a brief pause, he didn't linger any longer in the chamber. Rising from the cushion, he shifted his form and instantly vanished into a streak of jade light, flying out of the room. In the grand hall at the top of the stone tower, a woman dressed in silver robes was waiting anxiously. Qi Lingzi, Hai Dashi, and Ice Phoenix stood respectfully beside her. The woman was the silver-glow immortal with whom Han had a close friendship. Her brows were furrowed, and she frequently glanced toward the hall doors. "Please don't worry. I've already sent a messenger scroll to my master. He'll be coming to see you shortly." The spirit of the vessel spoke respectfully. "Indeed, that's the best. The demonic army has already begun to leave their encampment and is advancing toward our city of Tianyuan. A major battle is imminent. Brother Han, you'd better go earlier—this will be more secure. Afterward, you may all join him. By the time you all step in, the battle should have reached its later stages, giving you a better chance of survival than ordinary cultivators." The silver-clad maiden nodded. "Thank you so much!" Both Hai, the young lord, and the spirit of the vessel naturally expressed their great relief. The Ice Phoenix also brightened with a touch of gratitude. At that moment, suddenly, a flash of green light illuminated the hall, and a figure materialized without any prior sign or notice. "Silver friend, has the demonic army launched an attack? Or is this merely a diversion?" As Han Li stepped forward, his expression calm and composed, he turned to the silver-clad immortal. "Brother Han, you've just returned from your meditation. The demonic forces are indeed about to launch a full-scale assault on the city. This is no longer a mere raid as before—every demon and beast spirit has been mobilized, and even the Blood-Light Sage, in his manifested form, appears to have joined the demonic army. Hm, since you've advanced to the late stage of your cultivation, your修为 has grown so remarkably that I can no longer discern your specific stage." Upon seeing Han Li, the silver-clad immortal beamed with delight, yet upon a swift sweep of her consciousness, she grew somewhat astonished. "This level of growth? It's nothing at all. Given the urgency of the demonic forces' arrival, we should immediately join forces with Guo Brother and the others. You all should come along as well." Han Li smiled gently and turned to his disciples, giving a brief instruction. The disciples, the spirit-essence attendants, bowed respectfully and acknowledged. Hearing this, the silver-clad immortal quickly regained her composure from her earlier astonishment, nodding vigorously in agreement. Immediately, the group took off from the stone tower and sped toward the main assault direction of the demonic army. Not long afterward, Han Li and his companions spotted the towering city walls of Tianyuan, rising like mountain peaks, with a massive palace resembling an island suspended high above within the walls. Changing their direction of flight, Han Li and his party gently descended onto a vast platform before the palace. There, thousands of senior cultivators had gathered, though at the center of the platform stood a stone tower over a hundred zhang tall, with a few figures faintly visible at its summit. Upon closer inspection, those figures were none other than the senior members of the council—especially the silver-haired elder and Jin Yue Zen Master! Naturally, Han Li did not intend to join the crowd of ordinary cultivators. After giving brief instructions to the instrument spirit, Ice Phoenix, and others, asking them to remain below, he and the silver-haired maiden ascended toward the towering spire. "Master Han, you've finally arrived! Hurry over and take a look—that person there is surely the embodiment of the Bloodlight Saint, who has taken command of the demonic army's siege of the city!" The silver-haired elder immediately smiled with joy and pointed to a certain spot among the outer army of the demonic forces as soon as Han Li approached, saying.