A crescent moon, nearly identical to the one before, shot forth from the great sword! As the space trembled, dense black lines instantly materialized around Bai Qi and spiraled toward his body. At the same time, a surge of magical energy rippled above the ethereal figure of the old white-robed sage, and a dark magical hand emerged, rushing down with powerful momentum. Bai Qi clearly hadn't anticipated that Yuan Yan, the Primordial Saint Ancestor, would suddenly turn against him. His face paled as he swiftly shifted his body, releasing a shimmering aura of protective spiritual light. Then, with a single breath, he expelled a small, dark-green shield. As soon as the shield emerged, it expanded under the wind to reach ten zhang in diameter, its surface glowing with green light, and faintly revealing the silhouette of a giant turtle emerging on its surface, shielding Bai Qi within. Moreover, Bai Qi's physical form emitted a resonant hum, and a massive silver bell surged forth from within him. Though only about one zhang in size, the bell shone brilliantly, with countless silver runes subtly appearing and fading on its surface. As the bell rang, concentric waves of silver energy surged outward, rolling vigorously. White Qi's life hung by a thread, and yet he summoned his fundamental spirit artifact to withstand the assault. However, when Han Li had managed to escape after being struck by the black magic dagger, it did not necessarily mean that others could achieve the same feat. As the black threads surged toward the center, a piercing shriek erupted. Whether silver ripples or the vast, towering image of a jade turtle, upon touching the black threads, they were instantly torn apart like sheets of paper. When the black threads trembled once more, they vanished in a flash around the perimeter. Immediately afterward, the silver bell suddenly trembled, and countless streaks of black light burst forth across its surface. Just as White Qi's face began to show a flicker of shock, the bell itself was severed into countless fragments. As for the ethereal image of the white-robed elder, though it still carried a trace of the essence of a late-stage cultivator, it possessed no inherent magical power and was simply snuffed out by the descending black magical claw. Both Han Li and the elder of Long family, witnessing this sudden and unexpected upheaval, were completely stunned. Instead, the young man in black robes calmly shook his sleeve at the remains of Bai Qi's body, and a wave of black mist surged forth, flashing briefly to roll several storage rings back into his palm. With a swift mental scan of these storage artifacts, the Yuan Yan Saint Ancestor's face grew serious. "Indeed, that ancient being has been well-prepared—the Shun Boundary Stone is not in my hands." After muttering these words, he turned his gaze back to the three of them, his expression now flashing with stern determination. "Of you three, which one holds the Shun Boundary Stone? As long as you hand it over willingly, I shall make an exception and allow you to live!" Upon hearing this, the three of them exchanged puzzled glances. "Master, have I misunderstood? If even the spiritual race companion has nothing of yours, how could it possibly be in our hands?" After a moment's pause, Han Li sighed gently and replied. "Then, you have no need to remain. Let all of you vanish with the present Saint Ancestor." Although Yuan Yan had anticipated this outcome, the fierce glint in his eyes flashed upon truly hearing this response. As he spoke, he suddenly drove his massive black sword across his chest and swept it upward toward the void above. Instantly, black runes surged across the sword's surface, and a jet of dark, ink-black light shot forth from the blade, soaring upward. The black swordlight merely paused, then sliced through the golden arches with a steady, withering motion, severing them evenly in two. As the three golden arches rolled out and dispersed, the six severed golden crosses, now dimmed and lifeless, fell silently to one side. Yet during this brief pause, a cascade of five-colored light, encasing a single crimson crystal orb, flashed forward and struck directly upon the swordlight. The young maiden in the flowing robe, having hesitated, finally summoned a one-time, previously reserved rare artifact. Upon impact, the crimson orb emitted a deep resonant thud, and instantly, a vast expanse of crimson flame erupted—spreading to cover half the sky. This flame differed markedly from ordinary lightning fire: in addition to its surging red glow, delicate threads of silver and gold shimmered subtly within it. As the cloud first materialized, the surrounding space grew hazy and indistinct, and even the surface of the pond beneath trembled slightly, then began to bubble and boil with a soft, gurgling sound. Even韩立, standing at a low altitude, suddenly felt the air around him grow scorching, as if the entire Kunling Valley were about to ignite. "The Nirvana Pearl!" he murmured, his expression filled with surprise. The pearl was no ordinary treasure—indeed, it was a renowned marvel even across the entire spiritual realm. Unlike ordinary lightning or fire pearls, this one was born from the true blood of a person, who, through a special secret technique, refined and condensed portions of their true blood into a strand of Nirvana Fire. This fire, born at the cost of the bearer's vital blood, was a true essence flame—something only certain fire-type true spirits could possess—making its power truly formidable. Though韩立 had never seen such a pearl before, he believed that even a late-stage Consolidation-stage cultivator might struggle to withstand a single strike of the Nirvana Fire. This was likely one of the young lady's key trump cards. Yet it remained to be seen whether it would truly prove effective against the swordlight emitted by the Black Demon Dagger. Han Li's mind raced swiftly. The two towering peaks he held in his hands began to hum softly, and the colossal phantom ape roared with a thunderous sound, sending golden electric arcs leaping from its body, weaving and flashing to fully envelop its massive form. Under the golden electric glow, the ape's outline grew blurred and indistinct. At that very moment, a ripple surged through the empty space beneath the green light shield, and the colossal form of the golden-hair giant ape emerged mysteriously, bathed in flashes of electric light. Without hesitation, it roared aloud, then hurled two mountains—each several zhang high—directly toward the swordlight. With the mountain-like strength of the ape form that Han Li had transformed into, combined with his current post-merger stage of cultivation, the two mountains only emitted a single thunderous roar before instantly transforming into two luminous spheres—several zhang in diameter—one glowing jade-green and the other deep black—that shot forth with tremendous force. As they passed, the primordial energies of heaven and earth surged and churned, and countless white streaks, each as thick as a human thumb, suddenly appeared on either side of the void—seeming as though the sheer might of these mountains had torn the space itself asunder. The black-robed young man at a distance saw this and for the first time his expression subtly changed. The dark swordlight met the spheres head-on, and two thunderous impacts erupted simultaneously! The upper half of the swordlight instantly trembled and bowed, but after an unimaginable surge of two powerful forces, like tidal waves, erupted from the extreme peaks, the entire swordlight moaned and shattered into fragments, vanishing into scattered points of dark light. The two peaks, unimpeded, roared forward and struck the black-robed young man with a thunderous crash. Han Li was stunned. Without hesitation, the colossal ape he had transformed into suddenly swung both arms, the arms thickening to a diameter exceeding that of a single tree trunk, and then pressed them directly against the void of the two returning extreme peaks. A deep roar echoed as the ape's palm made contact with the peaks. Immediately, the massive body of the ape involuntarily stepped backward several steps, each step sending ripples through the void beneath, as though stepping firmly on solid ground. Han Li's eyes widened in awe—now he realized that the other, one of the Three Founders, was indeed far beyond the reach of an ordinary stage of Great Perfection. His physical strength had even been refined to surpass his own by several degrees. At that moment, beams of light appeared on both sides, revealing the figures of the feathered-clad maiden and the elder of the Long family, who had swiftly arrived at this spot. Fearing that the Yuan Yan Saint Founder might be overwhelmed one by one, they had immediately taken flight to this location, yet their gaze upon the scene below was unmistakably grave. At this moment, they were clearly aware that among the three, only Han Li truly possessed the ability to withstand a few attacks—thus, they could only offer some support from the sidelines. After the black-robed young man delivered two powerful punches that sent Jijian flying, a look of disdain flashed across his face as he prepared to speak further. Suddenly, an unexpected event occurred! Among the silver bell fragments that had long gone unnoticed near the remains of Bai Qi, a delicate, almost invisible white thread suddenly shot forth from one fragment and, in a single flash, reached the "Pseudo-Immortal" hovering beside Yuan Yan's Saint Patriarch. Yuan Yan's Saint Patriarch was momentarily stunned, but quickly recovered, roaring aloud and swiftly extending his five fingers to grasp the thread. The movement was so swift it seemed instantaneous. Yet, even with this speed, it was clearly too late—the white thread merely flickered once and then silently vanished into the body of the Pseudo-Immortal. The Yuan Yan Sage-Ancestor instantly displayed a look of shock and anger, and without a word, shifted the direction of his five fingers, then swiftly extended them to grasp the false immortal, who was already faltering.