As a former being of the Immortal Realm, the human figure naturally understood the prowess of the Luminous Glare Crystal Tower and, sensing the impending disaster, instantly resolved to fight to the end. Biting his tongue, he suddenly expelled several clots of pure blood. As soon as the blood emerged, it surged into roaring waves of crimson flame, then instantly transformed into several long, serpentine flames—each stretching over ten zhang in length—snapping and lunging toward the translucent ice tower. The human figure knew well that if his fire serpents, crafted through secret Immortal Realm techniques, could merely withstand the tower’s impact for a moment, the drops of blood from the Blood-Root Orchid would fully dissolve the prior ice encasement, unleashing the full power of the bloom. At that point, the fully activated blood bloom would be too powerful to be contained even by the Luminous Glare Crystal Tower. Yet, this very action seemed entirely within the calculations of the white-robed elder. The elder merely smiled and chuckled. Suddenly, the blue orb at the apex of the ice tower began to spin on its own, emitting a sharp, piercing cry. Several beams of blue light, as thick as a human thumb, burst forth from the orb, flashing briefly before striking the fire serpents with lightning speed. A series of sharp "crack" sounds erupted. The blue beams seemed to carry an unimaginable power—several massive, fearsome fire serpents instantly vanished, dissolving into wisps of green smoke. As the figures' expressions turned pale and they reached for further spells, there was no time left. The ice tower, now towering over a hundred paces high, had already surged forward with a broad expanse of cold light, crushing the blood-red giant bloom and the figures beneath it. The translucent surface of the tower shimmered with unusual light, and countless golden characters surged from each level, shooting downward like a sudden, cascading rain. The scene was nothing short of impressive. At the same time, the upper half of the white-robed elder's figure suddenly became vivid and clearly manifested at the summit of the ice tower, and without hesitation, he roared, "What are you all still waiting for? Quickly activate the Confinement of the Demon Array and assist me in sealing our clan's great enemy firmly! The white-robed elder's words were directed at the eight holy spirits who had just been as startled as birds fleeing from a sudden storm. Upon seeing the ice tower successfully contain the blood-colored giant flower through its self-explosion seal, these eight spirits were filled with excitement. When they heard the elder's command, they instantly reacted, and immediately took off in a burst of light. As their figures flickered and reappeared, the eight holy spirits once again gathered around the array, each once more holding the array plates and activating the spell. Instantly, runes began to surge forth, and the previously somewhat disintegrating rune chains regained their original firmness, now clearly reestablished and shimmering around the ice tower, forming a vast net that fully enclosed everything beneath. Meanwhile, the immense ice tower itself began to expand and contract in a resonant hum, gradually growing larger. Layer upon layer of translucent, luminous ice surged forth from the giant tower, forming rapidly. Below, the spell array buzzed and flashed incessantly, as if resonating in harmony with the ice tower. Within mere breaths, the towering structure transformed into a colossal ice peak several thousand zhang high, sealing the entire array and a series of symbol-chains of varying colors within its embrace. The figures and the vast blood blossom naturally found themselves at the very heart of this ice enclosure. Seeing this, the eight celestial spirits who had been actively channeling the array finally exhaled in relief, their faces bright with joy. Yet at this moment, the white-robed elder remained deeply somber, issuing an unyielding command to the eight spirits below: "Listen carefully. Although I have summoned my true form to seal this great foe, the drop of blood-foam flower is a rare bloom unique to the Immortal Realm. It may take over ten thousand years to gradually dissipate its power." Before that, you must not disturb this peak in the slightest, nor may my spirit depart from my physical form too far. Otherwise, the consequences would be endless! To be safe, immediately establish several additional sealing spells and arrays around the vicinity, reinforcing the current seal that encases both my physical form and the Confinement of the Demon. With this added protection, everything will be secure. Once I have completely dissolved that drop of Poria Flower essence, I shall transfer the ice peak to the Nine-Deep Infernal Fire region and gradually refine my true spirit into a pill. During this period when I remain fully focused, all matters within the clan shall be jointly decided by the Council of Elders. We must absolutely see our clan through this Demon Cataclysm! As long as we endure this trial, our prosperity is assured. "Understood, Lord Ling!" The eight Saint Spirits immediately bowed deeply, expressing their utmost respect and agreement. Then, they folded their hand-held talismans, their bodies shimmering with spiritual light, and each transformed into a streak of radiant虹, swiftly transmitting the message outward. In a matter of moments, only the lone figure of the white-robed elder remained atop the icy peak. "You truly believe that with this fragmented crystal spire of luminous light, you can seal me? When I have drained its cold essence to the last, I shall see what you have left to seal me with!" Yet suddenly, from beneath the ice peak, a deep, resonant roar of voices surged forth. "Hmph. No wonder you are a being from the upper realms—your eyes have immediately perceived my body's fragility. Yet even so, do you still think yourself a true immortal with boundless powers? With your current cultivation, to exhaust the cold essence of my true body is nothing short of dreaming. Your true spirit force, however, remains remarkably strong—allowing you to speak even under such overwhelming pressure. But your clear consciousness will last only until this very moment." The white-robed elder lowered his gaze, scanning the base of the peak, then scoffed. "What does this mean? I do not believe the lower realms possess any means capable of sealing not only my body but also my very mind. The figure's voice slightly deepened, then grew utterly skeptical. "The lower realm's methods indeed struggle to fully seal true soul energy. But what if I hadn't employed any of the lower realm's techniques?" The white-robed elder sneered, then with a single hand gesture, a scroll shimmering with faint cold light suddenly materialized, flickering mysteriously between his fingers. The scroll itself was equally translucent and crystalline, as if forged from ice, yet etched with dense, intricate golden characters. Should Han Li have been present, he would have instantly recognized these characters as the distinctive golden seal script unique to the immortal realm. "Alas, this item is now lost. Once used, it will be one less decisive move in future battles," the elder murmured, his facial muscles tightening with a touch of regret. Yet after a few more words of hesitation, he clenched his teeth and gave his wrist a firm shake. The scroll immediately erupted in a thunderous roar, transforming into a radiant golden sphere that shot straight downward toward the icy peak. In a flash, the golden light seemed to vanish into the peak as though it had no physical form. At that moment, the robed elder pressed his palms together, intoning with serious concentration. Instantly, a golden glow resembling the sun surged forth from within the ice peak, spinning smoothly before gradually contracting into a magnificent, luminous character of about one mu in size, which then fell silently and like a meteor toward the lower array below. "What are you doing... Wait, you still have celestial scroll seals!" The figure below immediately sensed the anomaly and gasped in surprise. Yet as the great golden character vanished, it plunged deeply into the lower array with a resounding crash. A tremendous roar! The figure's exclamations ceased abruptly, falling into complete silence. The elder remained utterly unimpressed, instead accelerating his incantations with growing urgency. In the next instant, the entire ice peak trembled, and golden patterns surged forth from within, pulsing and flowing before finally coalescing into a large, shimmering character, which stabilized and remained motionless on a smooth ice wall. And within the white glow emitted by the ice peak, delicate streaks of blue light now shimmered, while the faint cold aura, noticeably denser than before, subtly intensified. Only then did the old white-robed sage pause his incantations, his expression slightly easing. At this moment, if one could peer down into the base of the peak, one would find a handsome young man dressed in golden robes, completely unconscious, encased in a series of seal chains and layers of crystalline ice. Clearly visible on his brow was a golden pattern, perfectly matching the shape of the glyphs etched upon the ice wall. Upon mentally scanning the seal at the base, the sage burst into joyful laughter, his figure flickering and vanishing instantly into the ice peak. Naturally, the celestial being from the spiritual lineage was unaware that, at the very instant the young man beneath fell unconscious, a black-robed Taoist seated beneath a towering ancient tree on a distant, utterly unmeasurable plane suddenly stirred, his eyes opening with a subtle yet distinct movement. "What's going on? That junior brother has encountered an issue—how the True Soul card could react so dramatically!" The Taoist murmured to himself. Suddenly, he waved his sleeve forward, and a flash of green light revealed a miniature pavilion several inches tall, which then soared out of his sleeve. With a single flick, it expanded, materializing into a towering structure over ten zhang high. The dark-faced Taoist moved smoothly, entering the pavilion without a hint of urgency. Inside the first hall of the pavilion, there were hundreds of pristine jade tables, each bearing around a dozen identical yellow wooden plaques. These plaques were engraved with dense patterns of silver lines, remaining still and silent upon the tables. After scanning the multitude of jade tables, the dark-faced Taoist raised his eyebrows slightly, his face suddenly expressing a touch of surprise. Then, he raised his hand and gestured toward a large, rusted cauldron in the corner of the hall. "Whoosh!" A yellow wooden plaque from Dingzhong also shot out into the air, then settled steadily into the Taoist's palm with a gentle shimmer. "It's truly the person's true spirit that has encountered trouble. In that case, we can no longer ignore it—we must find him at once!" The Taoist gazed at the plaque in his hand, which emitted a faint white glow, first stunned, then his expression shifted between surprise and uncertainty. The sharpness of Qingzhu Fengyun Jian was utterly beyond the reach of these lower-tier beast-wyrms. Yet these wyrms seemed utterly unconcerned with life or death, roaring as they surged forward in dense, dark waves once more. Seeing this, Han Li couldn't help but twitch at the corner of his mouth, offering a faint, helpless sigh.