At that moment, Han Li and the old patriarch of Long family, along with the rest of the group, flashed through the space, and after several swift movements, finally arrived before the vast, dark, shimmering light screen, which now blocked their path. The bearded man from Lin family raised his hand without hesitation, palm outstretched, and instantly a massive jade-clad claw sliced through the void, plunging down with force. A thunderous roar echoed. The light screen flashed violently several times, yet remained undamaged. The bearded man's face tightened slightly, and with a cold exhalation, he prepared to launch another attack. But just then, the elderly scholar from the Ling race, who had remained concealed, calmly said, "Let me handle this," and with a gentle wave of his sleeve, several symbols of varying colors burst forth and swiftly vanished into the dark light. Immediately, the previously seemingly impregnable screen began to resonate with a loud roar, trembling violently before cracking and fragmenting in patches, revealing a massive opening in the air before the gathered onlookers. This development caused the bearded man to pause, his expression now filled with surprise, as he glanced at the elderly scholar. It seems that the earlier introduction of the Saint Princess Qianchou was no empty boast; this elderly scholar, named Zangxing, truly masters the arts of array and seal magic, otherwise he could not have so easily breached the luminous veil. The human cultivators, including the feathered maiden, were somewhat surprised, yet under the current circumstances, they had no time to ponder further. As the light radiance emanating from every body converged, they swiftly transformed into streaks of light, darting through the opening. At that moment, the hole on the black veil seamlessly resealed itself, returning to its original state. However, even this brief pause caused several nearby magical guards, who had been patrolling the area, to arrive in a storm of urgency. Without any command, the ten cultivators at the combined stage unconsciously activated their spells, and the previously scattered streaks of light instantly coalesced into a single, seven-colored rainbow stretching over a hundred zhang, which then rolled directly toward the ranks of the magical guards. The opposing guards were utterly stunned and found themselves unable to evade; wherever the rainbow passed, they were instantly reduced to ashes in the brilliant radiance. The other demonic beings who had gathered nearby, initially bustling with activity, suddenly grew pale and instinctively halted their advance. With a flash of the seven-colored rainbow, the long streak surged forward with unstoppable momentum, sequentially breaching the seven successive seals, and in an instant reached beneath the clouds above the stronghold, where it boldly plunged inward without hesitation. Yet at this moment, a roar erupted from within the clouds, and thunder roared loudly. As flashes of lightning danced, arcs of light as wide as dinner plates shot forth from the clouds like silver serpents. Interweaving and flickering, these arcs formed a vast, sky-spanning network of thunder that descended directly upon the assembled crowd. Had it been a typical fully-merged cultivator facing such an overwhelming seal, they would likely have had to retreat to avoid mutual damage. Yet among Han Li’s party, there were no fewer than four cultivators at the late stage of full merger, each possessing extraordinary abilities—how could they possibly be intimidated by such a formidable network of lightning? At once, the elder of the Long family coldly remarked, "A mere trifling skill—dare you display it before me!" He raised his hand, and a small bottle of pale silver shot forth from his grasp, swelling in the wind until it reached a size of a foot in height. A hum resonated from the bottle's mouth, and a stream of white vapor erupted, instantly dispersing into countless dense, shimmering filaments that spiraled upward. "We don't need to worry about him—just go right in." Long family's elder remained utterly unconcerned, simply raising his hand to draw the small vial back into his sleeve. Naturally, Han Li and the Thousand-Year Saint Maiden, along with the others, agreed without hesitation. Together, the ten of them combined their inner energies, and the long, radiant rainbow surged forward, penetrating the clouds. Even though there were still other seals within the cloud, they were easily shattered beneath the combined force, as if withered and crumbling, one after another. In just a few flashes, the seven-colored rainbow appeared before a gray-lit passageway. However, at the entrance of the passage, hundreds of elite magical warriors stood in a straight line, blocking the way, under the shadow of an unusually towering magical figure. Though the figure was enveloped in swirling black energy, making his face indistinct, the two large, luminous eyes immediately widened in astonishment upon seeing so many combined-phase beings like Han Li and his companions. "Hmph—indeed, a Magician Sovereign!" "Once the Changhong aura dispersed, the elderly member of the Long family and the Thousand-Season Saint Maiden, along with others, stepped into view. After a quick glance at the opposing shadow, the Thousand-Season Saint Maiden furrowed her brows and said, 'A mere Demon Sovereign? How could he possibly hold us off? If he dares to act, he'll only court his own demise. We needn't bother with them—hurry through the passage. Otherwise, things will grow complicated.' The Saint Spirit glowing in silver looked at the shadow across the way and sneered. The Thousand-Season Saint Maiden nodded in agreement and first transformed into a radiant beam, rushing straight toward the opposite side. The other Saint Spirits, including the elderly scholar, immediately followed without hesitation, rising into the air. 'Now is not the time to engage. As long as this demon doesn't move, we needn't pay attention to him.' The Elder of the Long family's eyes flashed with brilliance, and with no further delay, he called out to Han Li and the others, then waved his robe, transforming into a golden arc and joining the group. Han Li and the others naturally broke the air with a series of rushing sounds, taking flight. The shadow mage, witnessing a group of fused beings charging in with strong resolve and imposing presence, instantly paled, his mind torn between hesitation and doubt. After a moment's struggle, he finally clenched his teeth and gestured back, swiftly stepping aside with his retinue to clear a path at the entrance. What if they block the exit right there—wouldn't I then be walking straight into a death trap?" The tall magical figure snorted, speaking with evident irritation. Upon seeing the mid-level magical being's face frozen with cold composure, the latter instantly felt a jolt of alarm, murmured a few hesitant words, and then quietly retreated without further comment. Yet at that very moment, a long roar echoed through the clouds! As the mist surged and rolled, a strong green magical wind roared forth, sweeping forward and suddenly halting just a short distance ahead of the figure. From the gust, a slender, green-clad figure emerged, standing upright. It was a middle-aged man with wings sprouting from his back and his eyebrows arched upward. "Guest brother, where are those foreign cultivators? I haven't seen a single shadow of them," the winged man scanned the surroundings anxiously and hurriedly asked the magical figure. "Ah, it's Brother Feng—you came a little late. They've already entered the passage," the figure glanced at the man and replied calmly. "What? How could you not have stopped them? If the Senior Ancestor finds out, we'll surely face serious reprimands." Upon hearing this, the winged man's face immediately grew pale. "How could I have stopped them? There are at least ten of them, all at the Consolidated Stage or above—several even at the later stages. If they hadn't been rushing into the passage, I'd have been wiped out by mere chance, and I wouldn't be standing here talking to Brother Feng now." The shadowy figure remained silent for a moment before coldly responding. "Wait—all at the Consolidated Stage or above? Brother Ke must be joking!" The winged man was stunned, eyes wide with surprise. "Not only me—everyone else saw it firsthand. Otherwise, why would I fear the Senior Ancestor's reprimand?" The shadowy figure sighed, conveying a sense of helplessness. The winged man glanced at the other magical beings behind the shadowy figure and confirmed that his companions' words were true, now looking utterly bewildered. After a while, he murmured softly, as if to himself: "This is going to be a serious matter. With so many high-ranking outsiders suddenly entering the Sacred Realm, it's no small thing. We must surely report this truthfully to the Sacred Ancestor." Upon hearing this, the Shadow Mage's gaze flickered strangely. Just as he was about to respond, a delicate female voice echoed gently through the void: "This matter—no one may report it upward. Simply keep it hidden within yourselves." "Who is that?" Both the Shadow Mage and the winged man were startled. They instantly drew close, their forms shifting and aligning side by side. At the same time, magic glowed between them—two silver longswords materialized, and one of them raised a long, dark spear. Both of them appeared highly alert and vigilant. They were well aware that someone capable of remaining undetected even at such close range must possess a power far surpassing their own. Thus, they were naturally extremely cautious. But at that very moment, a strange fragrance rose from somewhere unseen, and then a wave of tremor swept through the sky—suddenly, without any prior sign, a colossal flowering tree, towering over ten zhang, materialized. The tree was translucent and luminous, its branches adorned with large, vivid pink blooms, each as big as a man's fist, radiating an extraordinary splendor. "Ah! The Treasure-Brilliance Sacred Blossom—this must be the Sacred Blossom of the Master!" Upon seeing the flower, the winged man's face instantly contorted as if struck by a powerful blow, his eyes filled with profound fear. He leapt upward by a zhang, then swiftly spread his wings and surged forward, creating a gust of wind as he fled in the direction from which he had come. Yet at that instant, the pink blooms on the great tree above suddenly flared into flames, and one after another, the petals ignited, drifting down from the sky like glowing pink flames.