"Yes? Don't underestimate them. Though the Human and Immortal clans may seem unimpressive within the spiritual realm, their successive great cultivators have never been ordinary. As far back as many years ago, they've already been able to withstand our Saint Clan's invasions without falling far behind—this alone speaks volumes. And as for the old creature from the Spirit Clan, he's no ordinary great cultivator. I've always suspected that the successive Spirit Kings might have all been manifestations of the same being. Indeed, it's possible that he holds some unspoken connection with the True Immortal Realm. Otherwise, the mere concept of 'False Immortal' would never have fallen into the hands of just a single great cultivator from a minor clan." The white-robed woman regained her composure and said. "All these matters were duly considered when we formulated this plan. Regardless of their strengths, these clans are simply dreaming of standing up to the Saint Clan. If we hadn't been afraid of drawing the attention of several major powerhouses within the Spiritual Realm, I would have already mobilized the entire strength of our clan to completely crush them." Hmph. Even if some of them truly have ties to the Immortal Realm, that wouldn't matter much. Our Saint Clan likewise has strong allies and supports in the upper realms. Moreover, according to the Immortal Realm's strict principles, unless one of the several particularly critical events occurs, even if an entire realm were to vanish entirely, the upper realm figures would never intervene. So why should we be worrying so much? Master Yuan Yan, undaunted, replied. "If you're so confident, then let my earlier remarks have been entirely forgotten. However, before coming here, I made a visit to the Origin Seal Realm. Though I only took a cursory glance, I noticed that the gaps in the seals have expanded several times over compared to when I was the founding Saint. The forces breaking through have also grown significantly stronger. In the two battles I witnessed, one Magistrate Sovereign and over a dozen high-level Xuangong-level beings were lost. The ordinary seal guards suffered thousands of casualties—this is even considering the combined efforts of hundreds of puppets and beasts." Yet what struck me more was that I did not see Neipan during either of these two great battles—instead, it was a manifestation of the Sixth Pole that appeared there." The precious flower shifted her tone, suddenly speaking words that caused Yuan Yan to glance at her with a subtle expression of interest. "You won't have attacked that manifestation of the Sixth Pole, will you?" "Of course not. Though I no longer hold the title of Primordial Ancestor, I remain a member of the Sacred Clan. The Place of the First Seal is the epicenter of the great calamity—how could I possibly act haphazardly without knowing the weight of my actions? If it were the Sixth Pole's true form present there, however, that would be a different matter. But considering your earlier description of the situation as urgent, I believe you were not exaggerating." The white-robed woman gazed deeply at Yuan Yan, the Primordial Ancestor, before speaking calmly. "Hmph. What kind of time are we living in? Will I really fool you on such matters?" The young man in black rolled his eyes, clearly unimpressed. "Still, I find it odd—wouldn't you all be afraid that it might suddenly awaken and Although the seal was in place, a single embodiment of the Sixth Pole was still not enough to be swallowed whole by it. "That's what I'm saying," the treasure blossom sneered, and added a follow-up question. The young man in black robes listened, his expression growing increasingly puzzled. After a moment, he finally sighed and replied, "You're asking this now—rather late. The entity itself awoke for the second time some six thousand years ago, and its displayed strength was far more formidable than when it first awakened. Six thousand years ago! It has awakened again! That's much earlier than we originally anticipated." The treasure blossom's face changed instantly, a hint of apprehension flickering in her beautiful eyes. "At that time, upon receiving the news of its awakening, I and the Sixth Pole immediately set out. But when we arrived, the Daoist of Nirvana had already activated his third Nirvana transformation, engaging in a fierce battle with the entity, resulting in a draw—though he managed to push it back. However, as a result of this battle, the Daoist of Nirvana suffered severe injuries and was forced to withdraw all his embodiments, allowing his true form to enter a semi-dormant state." Yet I remained uneasy and sacrificed one of my disciples to enter the sealing realm. I found that the entity seemed to have accumulated its strength, which now appeared nearly depleted, and likewise had fallen into slumber. Thus, Brother Niènán has once again, just as you first did, secured for our Sacred Realm a further buffer of time. During this period, the seal at the Origin Seal Realm is guarded by one of the Six Extremes’ manifestations, which is sufficient. After all, the entity’s true form remains dormant; the other impacts on the seal are merely its descendants, whose peak attainments only slightly surpass those of ordinary魔 kings. Nevertheless, the seal has become looser than before—likely, when it awakens next time, it will do so earlier than previously. Yuan Yan, the Sacred Ancestor, sighed, her expression full of resignation. "The Three Nirvana Transformations of the Nirvana Body have, in the short term, nearly matched the power of a true spiritual essence. Yet even so, it has been forced into a two-sided struggle, resulting in a stalemate. When it first awoke, it was far from possessing such strength." The precious flower was deeply moved. "There's nothing surprising about this at all! Do you really think that creature's true power is only what we've seen so far? As the seal begins to loosen, its true strength is gradually returning. When it awakens again next time, its power will likely surpass even the true immortals of the Upper Realms. We will no longer be able to stop it from breaking through the seal. Once it emerges with its numerous offspring, and considering the terrifying rate at which its kind reproduces, the Sacred Realm will have no place left for us to stand. Most critically, whether it's spiritual energy or magical essence, this creature can directly consume them—combined with the overwhelming numbers it now allows to reproduce. Countless interfaces have already been destroyed outright by them. Otherwise, the Ancient Immortals would never have sent their own representatives down to the Sacred Realm to contain and seal it within the Primordial Seal. Alas, after so many years, the seal is finally beginning to fail. Therefore, we must secure a foothold within the Spiritual Realm before the seal is fully broken, so that the Sacred Clan may have a place to call home." To avoid any disruption, currently only we and the Holy Ancestor know of this matter, and everyone else remains unaware—though it's likely they won't stay that way for much longer." The young man in black spoke with a bitter tone. "It's surprising that this has remained sealed for so long. Moreover, given the vastness of the Holy Realm, I suspect some of them aren't fully aligned with you." The woman in white responded with an air of calm expectation. "Hmph. Indeed, the ones most lively in their disturbances are precisely those supported by the Beast Sovereign's Hall." The Holy Ancestor, Yuan Yan, scoffed, clearly well aware of the situation. "Ah, that does seem rather unusual. Although Nirvana is currently in recuperation, you and the Six Poles aren't exactly passive. How could you have allowed them to act so negligently, ignoring the broader picture, especially after not seeing each other for so many years? Wouldn't that suggest you've grown overly cautious and indecisive?" The precious flower subtly flashed a hint of curiosity. "If it were any ordinary Holy Ancestor, I and the Six Poles would certainly have managed to bring them under control." Yet among the Saint Ancestors supporting the Hall of the Beast Sovereign, there are two elderly figures—Tian Qi and He Yan. These two once contested the Saint Ancestor title with you, and you are well aware of their formidable powers. I, too, am just as reluctant to face them head-on as Six Ji." The young man in black robe displayed a strange expression, and only after a moment did he speak slowly. "Tian Qi, He Yan!" Upon hearing these names, the precious flower's expression immediately darkened. Seeing the white-clad woman's demeanor, Yuan Yan, the Saint Ancestor, chuckled softly and said nothing further. As for the void above, countless glowing orbs of five hues, each about the size of a thumb, drifted faintly and intermittently, creating an impression as though they were in imminent danger. Beneath Han Li, the pond's surface remained perfectly still, yet it shimmered with a pale silver hue, thick and viscous—like liquid mercury—giving off a sense of profound heaviness. Han Li gazed down at the silver surface, his expression unchanged, yet his mind was filled with quiet astonishment. He could clearly sense that the water beneath was a pure, condensed liquid of spiritual energy, subtly infused with several mysterious energies that he could not identify—these were likely the very essence that enabled the cleansing pool to truly transform them at a fundamental level. Nevertheless, though he had easily located the cleansing pool, where was the Pure-Spirit Lotus? After swiftly scanning the sky above the modest pond, Han Li found nothing floating above the gleaming surface except for the silver water itself. "Perhaps it lies at the bottom of the pond!" Han Li murmured softly, then turned his gaze once more toward the deeper part of the pond. His spiritual awareness had already swept over the entire surface, yet just a few feet beneath the water, an unknown force had abruptly severed his connection. Han Li only paused briefly, and at once, a brilliant blue light flashed across his pupils, as his inner qi surged steadily into his eyes. However, even after descending over ten zhang into the water, Ming Qing’s spiritual sight was completely obscured by a sheet of white light, unable to penetrate further. Han Li furrowed his brows slightly, but remained calm. With a simple flick of his sleeve, a cluster of emerald light shot forth, spiraling gracefully before settling steadily before him—revealing a life-sized puppet wolf, vividly lifelike though clearly of a modest rank. Without hesitation, Han Li pointed a finger toward the space before him. From the point, a white vapor emerged, swaying slightly before gradually transforming into a pale, somewhat blurred face—clearly resembling Han Li’s own. With that face vanishing instantly, it swiftly merged into the body of the puppet giant wolf and disappeared. "Go," Han Li hesitated, then swept his sleeve forward and flicked it toward the pool below, issuing a command. The giant wolf let out a low roar, then moved its limbs, instantly transforming into a streak of emerald light that plunged downward. A faint ripple, almost imperceptible, passed through the surface before the pale silver water settled back into stillness. Only then did Han Li exhale gently, straightened his hands behind him, and quietly waited in the air above.