The man in black armor, upon hearing the woman's words, had no further doubts—he immediately nodded in affirmation. With a swift motion of her silk sleeve, a cascade of rosy light flashed, and both their forms blurred and vanished. … At the same time, on a towering peak within the spiritual realm adjacent to the human lands, three Saint Spirits at the Consolidated Stage gathered around a young man of extraordinary beauty, as if facing a looming crisis. The youth stood motionless in midair, his hands behind his back, his expression impassive. On the front of his golden robe, a magnificent, radiant lotus flower stood out prominently. Below, on the mountain's surface, countless deep craters stretched out, filled with scattered remains of the fallen, and numerous broken objects lay scattered across the ground—over a thousand in number—each lifeless, devoid of any spiritual energy. "Regardless of who you are, to slaughter so many of our kin from Zuyun Mountain and dare to absorb their essence—this has already breached the great protocol of our clan. We three will certainly dismember you piece by piece to avenge this outrage," said an older, stout elder among the three Saint Spirits, speaking with evident grit and determination. The other two Saint Spirits, one a bearded old man holding a section of emerald bamboo staff, and the other a beautiful woman in her thirties, regarded the young man in golden robes with eyes blazing like flames. Unlike ordinary ethnic groups, the Spirit Clan has always been relatively scarce due to the difficulty in attaining spiritual awareness. As a result, every member is held in high esteem. Fortunately, once a Spirit Clan member attains spiritual awareness, they quickly develop considerable abilities—those reaching the stage of Condensation or Immortal Embryo are considered quite ordinary. This enables them to coexist alongside other ethnic groups such as the Yecha and Human-Deity clans within the Spirit Realm. Just as the Zyunshan here is a well-known stronghold inhabited by the Ling clan, these three Holy Spirits are the three Grand Senior Elders of this stronghold. A few days ago, the three elders went out on business, only to return and find the entire clan slaughtered—its very essences and vital energies completely absorbed. The murderer, a young man dressed in golden robes, had even remained at the site, never leaving. The shock and outrage the three elders felt were beyond measure. Though the young man's aura appeared unimpressive, none of the three could discern his precise spiritual realm or cultivation level. This added to their fury and stirred a quiet unease—otherwise, they would have already seized him and brought him to justice. They would still be holding this situation in suspense. "Hmph," the young man said, "You've finished your remarks, I presume? Some mere formed spirit servants—dare to behave so arrogantly before me?" Their essence may serve me well—this, too, seems to be a fitting use. I observe that your three have clearly surpassed the others in cultivation. Should you wish to bow to me as your master and serve under my guidance, I shall spare your lives. With a sniff, the young man in golden robes finally spoke, yet his tone remained entirely condescending. "Spirit servant—aren't you from the Immortal Realm?" Upon hearing this, the three Saint Spirits, who had previously been blazing with fiery eyes, suddenly fell silent in unison. "Ah, you all know this? Then perhaps one of you came down from above. But that is impossible given your current levels of cultivation. Clearly, someone else must have informed you. Should that be the case, I shall find the person who shared this news particularly intriguing. Now that you know my identity, why hesitate? Present your true forms and allow me to seal the blood pact with you. Otherwise, I shall seize you and personally extinguish your spiritual awareness—either way, the outcome will be the same. "But only a bit more effort, that's all." The young man in the golden robe was momentarily startled, but quickly regained his composure and sneered. The three Saint Spirits, hearing the other truly admit to their earlier guesses, turned pale and exchanged wide, frightened glances. "If he truly is a being from the Upper Realm, then with us three—already at the combined stage—under his control, we would surely be utterly helpless." "No, if he is indeed from the Celestial Realm, why has he made such a grand show when dealing with our people? Isn't this all just a pretense to deceive us?" The elderly man holding the green bamboo, though still visibly afraid, quickly blinked several times and then suddenly recalled something, speaking out loud. "Indeed, your words are spot on, brother. I have never heard of Celestial Realm beings descending to our world. Even if he is truly from the Upper Realm, it seems something has gone wrong now. Otherwise, why would we be speaking so much at length? We needn't fear him even with our combined strength." The beautiful woman also settled into a more serious tone. The young man in the golden robe frowned slightly at the words spoken by the three figures across from him. This subtle shift in expression could not go unnoticed by the three Holy Spirits, who now grew even more confident. "Act now—we must not let this boy, so full of nonsense, leave this place alive." After a flash of fierce determination from the middle, stout elder, he suddenly pressed his palms together in a series of gestures, and a faint, milky-white bronze mirror appeared before him, hovering in front of the young man. With a swift motion, he shook it. With his ten fingers sequentially flicking forward, a cluster of jade-green light surged out, spinning smoothly before suddenly transforming into ten massive jade-green birds, each stretching dozens of zhang in length, and emitting clear, resonant calls as they surged forward. Though the three Saint Spirits doubted whether the opponent was truly from the heavenly realm, they knew without a doubt that this person was no ordinary figure. Seeing this, they instinctively summoned their most powerful moves, hoping to defeat the current threat in a single, decisive blow. Upon witnessing this, the young man in golden robes flashed a spark of keen insight in his eyes, yet then uttered a single word: "Stupid." He then suddenly pressed a strange hand seal with one hand. Instantly, a transparent halo appeared on his body, which then burst with a flash, revealing a surge of countless golden and silver glyphs that rapidly coalesced into a vast, shimmering shield of gold and silver, instantly encasing him. Under the dancing green silhouettes, the air transformed into numerous towering jade trees, each several zhang long, crashing down in a thunderous roar. As the十余 towering azure birds swooped in close, their wings扇动， a dense stream of azure wind blades roared forth, as if thousands of sharp azure blades were striking simultaneously. As for the white sea of flames, merely a single swirl was enough to completely engulf the gilded and silver luminous aura in its surge. A low roar erupted within the white sea of flames, instantly coalescing and transforming into several fire qilins, each roughly the size of a calf, spewing out delicate silver spiritual flames from their bodies. The entire flame sea surged in intensity, its hue shifting instantly to a soft silver, while the surrounding void warmed to a scorching, furnace-like heat. The elderly man with flowing hair and the beautiful woman exchanged a glance, then, without further words, each flipped their palms, causing several shimmering treasures to emerge and be consecrated together. Yet at that very moment, a voice of icy composure came from within the golden-and-silver scroll enclosure: "The time for games is over. I shall now send you on your way." As the words fell, the faint figure within the scroll shimmered and vanished completely. Without the young man's magical support, the golden-and-silver scroll enclosure crumbled instantly under the force of the white flames. Yet the three stout, middle-aged elders witnessing this scene did not display any signs of joy—they instead instantly formed a circle, backs to backs, and simultaneously extended their vast divine consciousness outward. "Something's wrong. My divine awareness can't detect that person's presence at all." After a brief moment, the bearded elder suddenly grew visibly anxious and exclaimed in a low, urgent tone. Though the beautiful woman said nothing, her expression clearly conveyed that she too had come up empty. As the stout elder's dark, brooding gaze shifted, about to speak, a thunderclap suddenly erupted in the air. Then, countless specks of silver light emerged, followed by a flash of gold. Instantly, the young man in the golden robe appeared mysteriously within the shimmering light, raising his hand and casually reaching out toward the space before him. A resounding "thunderous boom" echoed. The silver specks surged violently at once, and within a moment coalesced into a vast silver web stretching several miles across, not only enveloping the three Saint Spirits below but also completely enclosing the massive peak beneath it. More strangely, this silver web seemed to harbor some mysterious divine power—though it had not yet descended, the strange aura radiating from the web caused the three stout elders to feel suddenly weak, their inner half of their magical energy instantly unable to be summoned or activated. "Unfortunate! It's the Capturing Spirit Web. He truly is from the Immortal Realm. We must hurry and retreat!" The shorter, stockier elder clearly the one among the three with the highest spiritual attainment. As soon as he sensed his unusual state, his face instantly twisted in distress, and he roared. Then, his form flickered and blurred, merging seamlessly with the ancient mirror before him, emitting a sharp, piercing cry as he vanished into the air. The other two Holy Spirits, upon hearing the name "Spirit-Weaving Net," immediately turned pale. Without a word, they each flickered and shifted—one enveloped in a shimmering, misty gale, the other transforming into a towering, emerald bamboo several dozen zhang high—both bursting forth with brilliant spiritual radiance and shooting off in different directions. "Now you want to leave? Good luck with that," the young man in golden robes remarked, smiling with quiet confidence. With a gentle flick of his hand, a silver glow emerged in his palm, instantly forming into several silver filaments that connected to the vast net. He then gave it a light lift. As the silver net expanded, it surged downward with a dense, chilling cold, spreading across the entire expanse. With a shimmer of silver, this web seemed to instantly enfold the entire realm of heaven and earth within it.