At this moment, Han Li had not only activated his Wind-Thunder Wings, but also held in one palm a small cauldron several inches high. The cauldron, palm-sized, shimmered with brilliant purple light. "Zhixian Cauldron! Isn't this the treasure of Xueguang's young disciple? How come it's in your hands? Well, even if it is, you think that with merely a replica of a refined divine artifact, you can withstand Black Mage's single slash? That's sheer delusion!" The young man in black robes stared at the purple cauldron in Han Li's hand, momentarily stunned, then dismissed it with a cold, indifferent tone. As soon as he finished speaking, sharp "shhh" sounds erupted suddenly in the space around Han Li, and dense black filaments once again emerged, surging forth from all directions like an unrelenting plague, swiftly converging upon Han Li. Seeing this, Han Li's expression darkened. He suddenly threw the purple cauldron high into the air, then swiftly pressed a hand seal, quickly tapping it once while simultaneously uttering the character "Jin" (seal). A column of pale green light burst from his fingert At once, the treasure radiated brilliant light, and an ancient character—"Jin"—flew forth from within, swelling and expanding instantly to hundreds of times its original size, transforming into a shimmering purple ethereal form that completely enveloped Han Li's figure. As this happened, the black filaments flashed briefly and then struck sharply against the square-shaped ethereal form. A tremendous roar erupted! The black and purple lights intertwined and flashed, giving rise to clusters of luminous spheres, each the size of a human head. Though the black filaments were exceptionally sharp, the Purple Speech Cauldron—though a top-tier artifact among the replicas of the Heavenly Perfection treasures—had long been fully integrated and refined by Han Li. Thus, when he poured out considerable spiritual energy to activate it, it unleashed twelve-tenths of its full power. The purple symbolic ethereal form, resonating with a low hum, solidified into tangible, crystalline form. Even though the attacks emanated from true Heavenly Heaven treasures, they were merely the force of the black-robed young man's casual strike. Thus, after penetrating only a few inches into the purple ethereal form, they could no longer advance an inch, and for a moment, were firmly held outside. The black-robed young man showed no surprise at this development, yet a glint of cold light flashed in his pupils. As he gripped the black great blade, a subtle shimmer of black light passed through his palm. At that instant, a sharp, piercing sound erupted within the vast purple symbol ethereal form! The black filaments trembled, then surged in power, multiplying their strength dramatically—seeming once unbreakable, the purple ethereal form began to crack and split all around. The black filaments swiftly converged from all directions, rushing toward the center where Han Li stood. Han Li's face tightened in alarm, and he changed his hand seal, preparing to further activate the Purple Speech Cauldron and unleash more refined techniques. Yet it was too late! The small tripod, glowing with vibrant purple light, emitted a mournful cry. A sharp "crack" resonated, followed by countless white streaks appearing across its surface. Then, in a flash, it shattered into a burst of radiant flame and vanished entirely. The ethereal outline of the purple runes blurred and instantly dissolved. Dense black filaments flashed swiftly, then surged forward without obstruction, rolling toward the center with relentless momentum—seeming destined to decapitate Han Li with a thousand cuts. Han Li's eyes narrowed sharply, and without hesitation, he clenched his fists, roaring a thunderous cry. At that moment, black mist surged over his body, spilling forth countless black runes from within, which swiftly coalesced into a sleek, jet-black armor. Simultaneously, golden light radiated from his back, revealing a golden, three-headed, six-armed celestial form rising into the sky. As the six arms extended, golden flames erupted from each palm, converging before him to form a massive golden vortex. A roar erupted within! Upon a frantic spin, countless golden characters surged forth, transforming into powerful waves that forcibly wound sections of the black silk. The three-headed, six-armed form, however, solidified into a radiant, tangible body under the flowing golden light on its surface, subtly revealing a faint golden armor. It then instantly stepped in front of Han Li. As the six golden eyes—emotionless and unfeeling—opened, the arms began to whirl in ethereal motion. In an instant, countless golden fist-images materialized in the surrounding void, then surged forth like a gust of wind, sweeping outward in all directions. At this moment, Han Li himself suddenly stomped the void with one foot, his body rocketing backward. With the thunderous crackle of his wings, countless golden electric arcs shot out from the wings, coalescing into clusters of golden lightning balls that roared toward the trailing black silk. Moreover, as soon as the golden thunder dragon unleashed its power, a flash of green light from behind Han Li triggered the emission of seventy-two small swords, each about an inch in length. After a slight flicker, these small swords transformed into seventy-two shimmering green sword beams, which surged downward with great force. Instantly, thousands of sword beams stretching several feet long surged forth, coalescing into a vivid, ethereal silhouette of a green sword mountain that, upon blurring slightly, struck the black silk net behind with a thunderous roar. A tremendous, earth-shaking crash followed, and a radiant green sun rose up on the silk net, radiating intense and powerful vibrations. Amidst the roar, the golden thunder spheres flickered and gradually sank into the green sun. In an instant, the sounds of thunder, sword energy, and humming harmonized into a vibrant symphony, and countless dazzling, awe-inspiring light orbs erupted continuously in the surrounding space, illuminating the sky above half the pond with an intense, piercing glow. The young man in black robes was momentarily startled, his face finally revealing a touch of surprise. "Go!" The elder of the Long family's eyes brightened, and suddenly transmitted a sharp voice to both the young woman in flowing robes and the white-clad figure, then launched himself forward, transforming into a stunning golden streak that surged backward. His decision to alert them both under such dire circumstances was not driven by goodwill, but rather a calculated move—to take advantage of the young man in black robes' distraction, thereby significantly increasing their chances of escape when they all moved together. Indeed, upon receiving the transmission, the young woman in flowing robes immediately snapped her five-colored flame wings behind her, instantly becoming a shimmering five-colored silhouette and shooting off toward the other square. Yet the white-clad figure remained motionless in place, as if completely unaware of either of their actions. Master Long, witnessing Bai Qi's actions, grew increasingly puzzled. Yet the golden rainbow he transformed into sped up even more, covering over a thousand zhang in just two flashes, and without hesitation, shot straight toward the shimmering green veil in the sky, aiming to break free from the valley. At the same time, the young lady in the feathered robe reached the edge of the valley as well. She spread her wings and suddenly vanished from the void. It seemed she intended to summon her powers and instantly teleport beyond the veil. Under these circumstances, as long as the two reached outside the valley and took different directions to hide and flee, they would likely escape—unless their luck was truly poor. Yet strangely, the young man in the black robe merely watched their departing light with no attempt to intercept, only a faint smile of scorn playing at the corner of his lips. "Thud." At the very instant that Long family's elder ancestor's luminous aura touched the green, hazy light barrier, the golden glow trembled and suddenly he staggered, rebounding sharply and materializing once more. The previously easily penetrable green barrier now stood firm as a solid wall of bronze and iron. Upon impact, not only was the luminous aura repelled, but a powerful surge of force erupted from within the barrier, making it impossible for him to penetrate easily. Long family's elder ancestor quickly stabilized himself, yet his face turned stern, and his heart sank. If this had occurred at any other time, though the barrier would certainly have posed a challenge, he was confident that with a few well-chosen techniques, he could surely breach it. But facing a Magian Saint Ancestor, such an endeavor would be nothing short of a dream. How could this Magian prodigy truly afford him the time to break through? Not only him—Long family's elder ancestor—did the vanished maiden in the feathered robe also briefly vanish before the barrier and reappear once more. At the moment of shock and fury, the young woman successively employed several other spatial secret techniques, yet none could penetrate the luminous barrier. With a glance back toward the pond, her face, pale beneath the mask, lost all traces of color. Suddenly, a howl of a macaque echoed from above the central pond. As the brilliant light around the area dimmed, two thunderous booms resonated, and two gales, followed by a colossal black shadow, surged forth—one ahead, one behind—then swiftly darted out to appear at a height some dozens of zhang away, revealing their true forms. It was a golden-mantled giant macaque, towering ten zhang high, clad in a dark magical armor, each hand cradling a mountain-sized peak—one green, one black. Han Li, at the very brink of peril, had transformed into this golden-mantled giant macaque, drawing upon his immense divine power and the combined strength of the two towering mountains, enabling him to finally breach the black silk threads, just barely escaping under the protection of the Divine Exorcising Lightning and the Buddha's Sacred Body techniques. Yet even so, countless fine fissures had appeared on the surface of the magical armor, slowly healing themselves. This was only possible due to Han Li himself having successfully activated the true Heavenly Treasure twice, thereby securing a faint chance of survival. Should it have been the old master of Long Family and the young maiden in the feathered robe, even if they possessed the same level of prowess as Han Li, their hearts would have been overwhelmed with panic, and they would have perished in despair. After all, those black lines were truly terrifying—sharp, nearly invincible, and capable of piercing through the void to annihilate their enemies silently and without trace. As for you two, don't waste your efforts trying to escape. This island is known as Kegeling Island, and this valley is called Kunling Valley. Once you, the beings from the spiritual realm, arrive here, your only path is to vanish in a cascade of ash and dust. Observing the scene, the young man in black robe gently shook his massive black sword, laughing heartily instead of being angry. "Dragon brother, Lady Ye—there's no need for you to harbor any further intentions. If we join forces and fight together, we may still have a chance. But should you lose all spirit and resolve, you'll truly meet your end right here. White friend, I don't know what plans you may have in mind, but don't think you can remain untouched and unscathed all along—don't be overly clever!" The golden-haired giant ape's face darkened, and with a wide opening of his mouth, the deep, resonant voice of Han rang out.