The three-headed magical serpents that had previously spiraled beneath the black-robed young man are now completely vanished from the sky above the pond. It remains unclear whether they too were obliterated by the shockwave from the just-explosion, or whether the black-robed youth preemptively employed a secret technique to retrieve them. "Hmph. I never expected a mere Consolidation-stage cultivator to survive unscathed through that explosion. I must admit, I've underestimated you. Nevertheless, all the others here have perished—your fate will not be any different. I shall personally claim your life." The black-robed youth glanced sharply at the injury on the side of the young man's body, which was nearly fully healed, then narrowed his eyes coldly at Han Li, stating. "If my observation is correct, you expended a considerable amount of qi in your self-preservation, far exceeding what I myself have used. Furthermore, considering the recovery of your physical form, your internal magical energy likely falls to less than one-third of what it was before." Han Li narrowed his eyes slightly, responding calmly. "Even so, what then?" Under the power of this black demonic dagger, do you really think you can escape by your own strength alone? Moreover, the seal of this valley has already been broken, and I have drawn upon external demonic qi—how can that be comparable to what I once had?" Hearing this, the young man in black robes grew furious yet burst into laughter, suddenly slashing his massive black sword high into the void. With the sound of the blade slicing through the air! A streak of black light, over a hundred paces long, roared forth and surged violently into the heavens. Han Li's face slightly tightened as he swiftly shifted his thoughts. Behind him, a flash of golden light revealed his three-headed, six-armed golden form once more. Then, with a quick motion of his arms, he seemed to be preparing to assume a certain posture. Yet at that very moment, a clear and melodious female voice echoed from the skies above: "Indeed, I never expected it—after so many years, Yuan Yan, you still carry such bold resolve. I am now on this island as well—do you intend to eliminate me as well?" As soon as the words were finished, a surge of black swordlight rose higher, and a cluster of pink petals emerged, swirling and coalescing into a massive pink blossom, about an acre in size, spinning continuously. A rich floral fragrance spread out, and countless pink glyphs surged forth from the giant flower. A flash of dark light passed, and the immense swordlight was suddenly drawn into the blossom as if by magic. After a series of brilliant flashes, the giant flower instantly shrunk, transforming into a structure several zhang in height. As the petals gently trembled, a ripple of energy rippled from the center, and two figures materialized silently—one in a flowing white gown, the other clad in a rugged black armor, with a rather unattractive face. It was the Holy Patriarch of the Blossom and the Black Crocodile. "It's you!" exclaimed the Patriarch of Yuan Yan, eyes wide with astonishment upon seeing the white-clad woman, his composure shattered, a faint trace of fear visible in his gaze. "It seems Yuan Yan has not forgotten me. Though we haven't seen each other for years, your cultivation seems to have made little progress." It seems Master Yuan Yan has not yet cultivated the desired immortal herb." The Holy Ancestor of Bao Hua's eyes sparkled with brightness as she calmly spoke to the young man in black robes. At this moment, Han Li's expression slightly changed upon seeing the sudden appearance of the Holy Ancestor of Bao Hua, yet after a few glances, he lowered the arm he had raised slightly. Since entering the realm of demons, he had always sensed an unseen presence monitoring the actions of his companions, though no matter how diligently he used his spiritual sight or divine awareness to investigate, he found no trace of it. The elders of Long Family had likewise noticed nothing, and thus only remained puzzled, keeping the matter quietly in their hearts. Now, upon seeing this white-robed woman, he felt a sense of clarity. Master Yuan Yan paid no attention to Han Li, his gaze fixed firmly on the white-robed woman. After a series of shifting expressions of concern and uncertainty, he suddenly frowned and said, "Bao Hua, when did you arrive here? How dare you enter the Sacred Realm? I must admit—I am truly impressed." "Why are you afraid to enter the Sacred Realm? Do you truly fear that I will join forces with the Six Extremes? I've already been on the island before you arrived, and I've witnessed the entire spectacle from beginning to end." The Precious Blossom Saint gently stroked her silk hair with a raised hand, her tone calm and composed. "So it was you who brought these spiritual realm figures here?" The young figure in black robes blinked slightly. "It wasn't exactly a collaboration—more like a natural progression. I never expected them to have a false Immortal body, let alone have two spectral souls of the Spiritual King embedded among them. Now that I see it, this move has indeed been well-executed. You've certainly sustained serious injuries at their hands." The Precious Blossom said calmly. "Hmph. If I were on this suffering island, I would have been unable to deploy even a single divine technique or magical artifact—how could a mere self-explosion have harmed me so severely? You needn't pretend to be so formidable. That nightmare blood spell upon your body—was it not personally cast by me? Even if you possess a true Demon body, you could never recover your original strength." Now that I possess such divine prowess, I still only have about two or three parts of my former strength. Moreover, even at my peak, do you truly think I could have defeated you? The young man in black robe sneered, his voice cold and ominous. "You're absolutely right! Back then, I not only fell to the assault of the Six Extremes, but also suffered a surprise attack by your Nightmare Blood Spell, which drained half of my spiritual power to heal my injuries. Yet, do you think I would have come here without some confidence?" The woman in white calmly replied. "Even if you have some means to fight me to the end, remember that my Nightmare cultivation features seven drops of Blood Immortal Souls. Even if the current primary soul is lost, one of the other drops will automatically ascend to become the primary soul shortly thereafter. You've merely wasted your efforts." Although the face of the Yuan Yan Saint Patriarch twitched slightly, he quickly regained his fierce demeanor and said this with sharp intensity. Though he spoke with ease, his words clearly revealed his deep apprehension toward Bao Hua, "With my current capabilities, I truly cannot eliminate all the dripping Yuan Shen. However, once the main Yuan Shen is lost and they begin to rebuild, I wonder—how confident are you in surviving the next Tian Mo Trial?" Bao Hua's Saint Ancestor smiled gently and asked back. "Should I fail to survive the next Tian Mo Trial, I will certainly not let you off easy. At the very worst, I will descend to the Ling World in my true form, personally pursuing you until you vanish at the farthest corners of the realm!" Upon hearing this, the young man in black robes could no longer maintain his composure, and roared sharply. "Descending in your true form—how easy that sounds! But don't you fear that the elder beings of the Ling World might unite and wipe out your true form? If it were that simple, I would have done so long ago." Bao Hua chuckled lightly, adding a touch of scorn to her tone. "Bao Hua, you've mistaken yourself." You were unable to accomplish this back then, but that doesn't mean the three Founding Immortals of today cannot achieve the same feat." Yuan Yan's Founding Immortal remained silent for a moment before冷笑ing, "Ah, I see—there's indeed such a matter. It seems these years apart, you three have truly accomplished something noteworthy. Nevertheless, it's all right—I originally came to the Sacred Realm this time not specifically for you. When tracing back the matter from those days, the only one who holds a deep grudge against me is Jun Ji. You're at best only a secondary player. If I were in your position back then, I would have launched a direct and unrelenting assault. Therefore, until Jun Ji was utterly eliminated, I never seriously intended to fight you." The precious flower's face darkened, and she suddenly said this. "Is this truly so?" Yuan Yan's Founding Immortal was momentarily stirred, yet remained coldly composed on his face. "Although my cultivation level surpassed yours at the time, maintaining your life now would have come at a considerable cost—especially considering the toll it would take on my own recovery. It would have been a net loss for my healing." "I can make a vow before you, as a celestial demon, promising not to lay a single hand on you until my magical strength is restored," said Bao Hua, shaking her head. "Then, what is your purpose today, Master Yuan? Don't tell me you've simply come to witness my awkwardness." Yuan Yan, the Supreme Patriarch of the Demon Clan, was momentarily startled, his expression filled with surprise. "Should you not have this black demon dagger upon your person, I might indeed have other intentions. But now, I have come solely for this person." The white-robed woman spoke slowly, lifting her arm and pointing a jade finger directly at Han Li's location. As Han Li, who had been quietly listening to the conversation between the two great patriarchs of the Demon Clan from afar, saw this, his face suddenly turned pale and he cried out, "Unfortunate!" The three-headed, six-armed spectral form suddenly flashed forward, re-solidifying into a golden body in front of him. At the same time, Han Li raised one arm and spread his palm, fingers parting widely. A deep, resonant boom echoed through the air. The Buddha-enchanted, golden-bodied form of Fan Sheng shuddered, and suddenly a depression appeared at a certain point on his chest. A flash of white light revealed a hole the size of a clenched fist, seemingly forming out of nowhere. A terrifying force invisible to the naked eye pierced through the hole and surged directly toward Han Li's body. Upon seeing the golden body in this state, Han Li hardly paused, instantly roaring a low cry. Suddenly, a vibrant emerald glow surged from his arms, and with a sudden extension of his fingers, he met the attack head-on. A thunderous roar followed, and a powerful wave erupted before Han Li, violently surging outward in all directions. At the same time, a green-hued hurricane rose straight into the sky. The white-clad woman furrowed her brows. The attack just delivered had nearly exhausted her available magical power by eight-tenths—already approaching a late stage of the Great Perfection—yet Han Li had managed to absorb it completely. This outcome was far beyond her expectations. After all, according to the woman's original plan, although Han Li was no ordinary adept and carried several exceedingly marvelous treasures, he should have exhausted all his means during the earlier false transcendence, delivering a full-force assault that would have easily secured his victory. Yet, as one of the three original magisterial founders of the former demonic realm, she naturally possessed far more than just these capabilities. Upon lightly exhaling, she suddenly flipped her delicate jade hand. Instantly, a soft pink glow blossomed in her palm, revealing a translucent, radiant pink blossom that slowly emerged. The precious flower glanced at Han Li with a calm demeanor, then gently shook her wrist, preparing to throw the blossom forward. But at that very moment, her expression abruptly changed, and the blossom remained suspended in mid-air, no longer moving. The green gale that had been sweeping toward her suddenly dissipated, revealing Han Li still raising one hand to shield himself. However, now, at the center of the palm with fingers splayed, a shimmering sword-like silhouette appeared—constantly expanding and contracting!