Suddenly, the梵音 grew powerful, and countless silver characters surged forth from the net, instantly transforming into a vast stellar silhouette that plunged downward. A thunderous roar erupted! Everything within a radius of several miles was completely engulfed by an intense silver light. The celestial and elemental energies in the void surged into wild turbulence, and a series of gray whirlwinds rose straight toward the heavens, sweeping everything nearby into their path and shattering it. Within the silver net, tremendous explosions rang out periodically, yet the dazzling luminous glow completely obscured the true scene, making it impossible to discern any details. The young man in golden robes controlled the entire net with one hand, while with the other he leaned back, his floating form suspended in the air, utterly unconcerned about the three holy spirits fleeing, appearing completely at ease. It wasn't until several cups of tea's worth of time had passed that the booming sounds within the silver net gradually diminished and eventually faded into quiet stillness. The young man's gaze shifted, and with a sweep of his consciousness downward, a cold smile flashed across his face. He pulled his five fingers back firmly on the silver great net he was holding. "Plush!" The massive silver net instantly crumbled into fragments. With a flash of gale and silver light, everything—hurricane, silver glow—vanished as if nothing had ever happened, merely a fleeting illusion. Yet the towering mountain beneath, once so imposing, now appeared noticeably shorter than before. At the ruins atop the now-compromised peak, three faintly glowing objects hung quietly in the air: a large silver ancient mirror measuring a zhang in size, a half-trunk of emerald bamboo stretching over ten zhang in height, and a softly glowing orb of jade-green hue. Upon seeing these three items, a gleam of joy briefly appeared on the golden-robed youth's face. With a swift motion of his sleeve, a cascade of silver mist surged upward, encircling and lifting the three objects. After a few swift movements, they settled neatly into his hands. "Indeed, as long as we strip away their spiritual awareness and carefully refine them again, these three treasures will be able to serve a decent purpose." The young man in golden robes carefully examined the items in his hands, murmuring with a satisfied expression. "Yet these few items alone are still insufficient. If I could acquire a few more, my abilities would be able to manifest somewhat. However, I've heard that the spiritual clan's head, Han, is currently supported by a cultivator at the Great Perfection stage. Against such a situation, I'll have to put in considerable effort." After gathering the items, he paused and added a few more thoughts to himself. His face underwent several shifts of mood before he suddenly exhaled a sharp breath, making up his mind. Then, a flash of golden light rippled across his body, and he swiftly vanished into a brilliant streak of golden light. The area around the ruined mountain peak now stood empty, with no trace of movement or human presence—utterly still and quiet. But just as the young man had been gone for about half an hour, a low hum suddenly rose from among the scattered stones, and a sphere of red light burst forth, soaring straight upward. The light sphere, no larger than a clenched fist, shimmered once and then hovered motionless in midair, within which a translucent, purple orb—shaped like a luminous eye—was clearly visible. After rotating several times in the air, the eye-like orb suddenly fixed its gaze on the direction where the young man in golden robes had vanished, remaining perfectly still thereafter. Clearly, this was a magical artifact under the control of an unseen force, one that had even escaped the young man’s notice—demonstrating its extraordinary nature. The purple eye orb suddenly began to rotate again, and the entire sphere now flashed intermittently between light and dark, yet no sound was emitted at all. This made the scene seem profoundly eerie. At nearly the same moment, in a golden palace perched high above the sea of clouds, far away from this location, an elderly man with snow-white hair and a youthful appearance sat in a dark, solid wooden chair, intently gazing at a white crystal orb floating before him, his face deeply troubled. On the surface of the crystal sphere, scenes unfolded slowly and vividly, depicting precisely the moment the young man in golden robes defeated the three Holy Spirits, with faint voices of conversation subtly echoing. When the old man heard the young man utter the word "spirit servant," his face suddenly changed several times, yet immediately regained its composure upon a quick glance. However, as the crystal sphere's image shifted to reveal the young man releasing a vast silver net, the old man leapt abruptly from his chair, roaring aloud: "The Capturing Spirit Net! It truly is this. Impossible—even if these visitors from the Celestial Realm carried such an item with them, they could not have brought it down here." The old man clearly was no ordinary figure, and as he spoke the words "Capturing Spirit Net," his face contorted with unmistakable resentment. "No, this is merely a replica. Otherwise, under the power of this treasure, how could it have taken so long to disperse the three spirits' manifested forms?" "Indeed, it's probably not the genuine Spirit-Weaving Heavenly Network!" After the old man had observed the unfolding events more closely, he suddenly noticed something else, and his expression relaxed considerably. He then began walking back and forth across the room, arms behind his back. "Even if it's merely a replica, it seems to be achieving a remarkable effect in countering our spirit race—definitely not to be underestimated. Whoever holds this object, regardless of whether he truly came from the True Immortal Realm, must absolutely be kept alive and contained within our spirit lineage. However, if he is indeed a true envoy from the Immortal Realm, complete annihilation may prove unlikely. It appears we must activate this very object to fully subdue him." After walking several times, he suddenly stopped, speaking in a deeply solemn tone. Then, he turned around and resumed his seat, his eyes flashing as he pondered intently. ... Among the human clans, a shimmering green aura was darting and flickering through the mountains at the border between the Sacred City and the Heaven's Abyss City, racing swiftly across the sky. In just a few flashes, it had already traveled hundreds of feet. Its speed was truly astonishing. Suddenly, the green light changed direction, slanting downward toward a hidden valley. In a single flash, the light materialized beside a massive gray-white stone, then gently faded, revealing a man dressed in a green robe. Though his appearance was ordinary and he looked only in his twenties, his composed and calm demeanor was unmistakable—indeed, it was Han Li, who was supposed to be staying in the Heaven's Abyss City. He had unexpectedly appeared here at this very moment. After briefly glancing around, Han Li's gaze suddenly sharpened, fixing intently on an ordinary-looking giant tree nearby. "Haha, truly excellent eyesight! I knew this little trick wouldn't escape Master Han's notice." A pleasant woman's laughter echoed from within the great tree, and then the entire tree blurred, twisting suddenly into a towering figure clad in yellow robes, several zhang in height. Beside this figure stood a beautiful young woman dressed in a multicolored feather robe, smiling warmly at Han Li, though her eyes clearly conveyed a touch of surprise. "Ah, I see you are Lady Ye. I've been waiting here for some time now—allow me to extend my greetings," Han Li said, bowing slightly and smiling with a steady gaze. After a light smile, the young lady with the feathered robe gently tapped the yellow-robed man beside her with her jade hand, producing a hollow, resonant "thump-thump" sound. Though this figure appeared indistinguishable from a living person, he was in fact a well-crafted humanoid automaton. "Lady Ye is jesting," replied Han Li with a calm smile. "This automaton may be flawless in its transformations, yet how could it deceive our keen senses?" "Other automata might succeed in doing so," she admitted, "but this one was specially crafted by Master Moku, who personally guaranteed that its illusionary abilities could even deceive a combined-stage cultivator. Yet, to my surprise, it failed even on its very first appearance before other colleagues. It seems Master Moku may have been somewhat exaggerated in his claims. Nevertheless, regarding Master Han's advancement to the late combined stage—this appears to be genuine, not merely a rumor!" The young lady blinked her eyes, then smiled warmly. "Han had indeed been fortunate in certain circumstances a few years ago, making a lucky advancement to the later stage. Yet when it comes to true mastery, how can he truly compare with Lady Ye, a friend of such profound foundation?" Han lightly cleared his throat, maintaining a neutral demeanor. Han Li smiled quietly. Seeing that Han Li seemed unwilling to elaborate further, the young lady neither pressed nor asked more questions. With a clap of her palm, she stored the yellow silk puppet, then remarked with a thoughtful tone, "When I first met you, Master Han, you had only just reached the Consolidated Body stage. Now, after no more than a few hundred years, you have advanced all the way to the late stage. Such a rapid progression is truly extraordinary. I suspect that if the magical calamity had occurred at a more convenient time, the envoy from the Sacred Island would have found you long ago and invited you to join." The young girl in the feathered robe grew serious and spoke slowly once more.