The black crocodile roared, then with a sudden whirl of his massive wolf-bone mace, it swelled tenfold in size. Countless mace-shadows cascaded forth, eventually coalescing into a surge of black magical wind that swept the entire space—spanning several mu—into its vortex. A thunderous roar erupted, and from time to time, broken bodies of the magical beings tumbled out of the black wind. These two-horned magi, though well-versed in their arts, clearly fell short against the black crocodile. As soon as they made contact, several of them perished instantly. Yet despite this, the high-level magi showed no signs of fear or retreat, standing firm as if unshaken. Though the black crocodile's powers far surpassed those of the magi, he had fought back-to-back for several battles and now his internal magical energy was nearly depleted. With all his might, he struggled to sustain his magical techniques, and within a short while, he began to feel the strain. His mace remained fiercely powerful and unstoppable, but sweat now glistened faintly on his otherwise unattractive face. After the surrounding demonic forces had been reduced by one-third, the black crocodile's wolf-bone mace finally began to falter, no longer able to fully withstand the surrounding attacks and began to be struck continuously by luminous orbs. These black orbs seemed to possess an extraordinary power—upon contacting the black magical armor, they pierced straight through, dissolving it as if it were mere fabric, with little resistance offered. In moments, the sound of explosions erupted across the black-clad warrior's body, with several clusters of dark light bursting open simultaneously. A roar of fury! The crocodile's form trembled under the thunderous impact, yet his body remained firmly in front of the precious flower, refusing to retreat. Despite the formidable, sinewy physique of his draconic lineage—typically capable of withstanding even the impact of flying swords—his body now bore wounds, skin splitting and flesh tearing, with blood spraying in all directions under the relentless barrage of black orbs. Seeing this, the precious flower's expression grew even more somber. Yet strangely, she remained still behind the crocodile, hands folded, observing silently, showing no intention to intervene. It wasn't clear how long the fire had lasted, but once the last of the two-horned magical beings was struck down by a single blow from the black crocodile, it seemed to have drained its final reserves of magical energy. With a final throw of the wolf's tooth staff, the warrior collapsed like a bloodied figure, tumbling downward. For this day, my five hundred magical troops have all perished without a single survivor. Now, you have no allies beside you—this price is more than sufficient." As soon as she finished speaking, a ripple of energy surged through the upper void, and at once, an elderly woman and a robust man materialized before them. The elderly woman, dressed in a crimson robe, gazed at the precious flower with a look of intense resentment—her very words had just been spoken by her. These two were none other than Tian Qi and He Yan, the two renowned magical patriarchs of the demonic realm. Both possessed incomparable powers and mastered the art of coordinated combat; they were famed throughout the realm for their ruthless and cruel tactics, their fame rivalling even that of the Three Founding Patriarchs. Even other ordinary saintly patriarchs held them in deep reverence. Yet today, the precious flower had somehow revealed her presence and been tracked down by these two, who had then dispatched large forces to besiege her continuously. Yet, due to her concern for the two immortals observing nearby, who might reveal their presence if she acted too hastily, she only allowed Black Crocodile to confront the earlier adversaries. After a series of intense battles, Black Crocodile's magical energy was gradually drained until, at last, she stood alone. Then the two immortals stepped forward! "Master Bao Hua, it's been many years. Your grace and elegance remain unchanged from when we last met," said the robust Han, his gaze brightening with a tone of deep appreciation. "Master Tian Qi has indeed matured greatly—no longer as fiery as before. I must congratulate you. It's clear that your cultivation has advanced significantly," replied Bao Hua, gazing at Tian Qi with some surprise, while paying no attention to the elderly woman. At this, the elderly woman, with her serene countenance, was instantly incensed. With a sudden point of her staff downward, a thunderous boom echoed in the void beneath, and she exclaimed sharply, "Bao Hua, there's no need to act so formal anymore." Your cultivation foundation has not yet recovered. How could you possibly be our joint adversary? If you wish to show good judgment, kneel and bow before me. Should my mood be favorable, I might even leave you with a full body. It seems, Brother He, you have not forgotten the events of old—you have come especially to settle scores today. Tianqi, do you share this intent? Master Baohua’s expression remained unchanged; with a delicate hand, she gently brushed her fingers over the silken strands at her shoulder. My next celestial storm is approaching soon, and I require one item from you. Tianqi did not conceal her words, speaking calmly and directly. You wish for my Thunder Seal! How perceptive Master Baohua is—her gaze shifted, and she instantly grasped the meaning. Indeed. Should I possess this treasure, I believe I shall have a better chance of surviving my next celestial storm. I hope you will grant me this favor. You wish for the Thunder Seal? That is not impossible. But this treasure has always been a close companion since I attained my enlightenment—it cannot simply be handed over to someone else so easily. How about this: if you are able to withstand my single strike, I will lend it to you for ten thousand years. What do you think, friend? The treasure-blossom smiled gently, speaking with remarkable ease. "You want me to take your single strike!" Tian Qi heard this and his pupils suddenly narrowed. The elderly woman, who had been glaring at the treasure-blossom with bitter resentment, also changed her expression, now filled with astonishment. Had her magical power actually recovered, and had her earlier actions merely been a deliberate attempt to draw us out? This was exactly what the two demons found themselves thinking. For a moment, no one dared to speak up readily. "Are you afraid, Tian Qi friend?" The treasure-blossom observed the scene, her eyes sparkling with grace, and smiled again, adding, "Very well—let me see what new techniques you have been refining over the years, which have given you such bold confidence!" After swiftly turning over in his mind several times, Tian Qi's eyes flashed with a sharp gleam, and he then firmly agreed. "Brother, be careful—I'll watch your back and lend a hand." The old woman's expression shifted several times before she finally managed to refrain from objection and offered two cautious remarks. Tian Qi nodded, then quietly stepped forward. His figure blurred slightly, and in an instant, he found himself several dozen feet away, standing steadily once more in the void. He now stood with his hands behind his back, his posture straight and still, as if patiently awaiting the arrival of the precious flower's move. The white-clad woman smiled faintly, a touch of eerie amusement curling at the corner of her lips. With a gentle gesture of her jade hand, she lightly extended it before her, then exhaled softly—spraying a glowing pink orb into the air. At first glance, the orb appeared ordinary, but upon closer inspection, it was composed of countless small pink characters, each about the size of a grain of rice, spinning gently as they settled softly onto the smooth, jade-like palm. At that moment, the flower's other finger lightly touched the orb. "Pffft!" The luminous sphere suddenly burst open, releasing countless runes that swirled like pink petals around the area, flashing brilliantly and radiating an exquisite charm. At the very center of the explosion, however, a streak of emerald green shimmered briefly. Instantly, a small green sprig appeared silently on the palm, growing rapidly—within mere eye blinks, it had expanded into a half-foot-tall green sapling and continued to grow at an increasingly visible, vigorous pace. In an instant, a full-bodied green tree took shape on the jade palm of the treasure flower, completely enveloping its graceful form beneath its branches and leaves. The tree's foliage was vividly emerald and translucent, and its roots had already fused with the flower's palm, subtly drawing upon the inner magical energy of the flower. "Xuan Tian Sacred Tree, you've fully integrated with this treasure—has your magical power fully recovered? Have you truly mastered that kind of divine ability?" The Tian Qi, who had been composed, suddenly lost his composure upon seeing the emerald great tree, his voice breaking and his face turning pale. The elderly woman observing from behind grew visibly displeased. "Is it possible that you only just learned of this after receiving the blow yourself!" "Xuan Tian Flower Realm!" With a low command, the Bao Hua's emerald great tree momentarily blurred, and at once, delicate spots of pink light appeared on various branches, swiftly transforming into clusters of pink flower buds that instantly covered the entire trunk. As a pleasant incantation flowed from Bao Hua's lips, the buds began to unfold gently, filling the space with a rich, fragrant aroma. Even more astonishingly, as the pink blossoms began to bloom, the tree's surface color shifted from emerald to soft pink—so swiftly that it seemed to happen in an instant. At that moment, a faint sound of Buddhist chanting rose from the vast void above. Wherever her gaze fell, clusters of delicate pink floral shadows spread out, transforming the space within a thousand zhang into a sea of pink—so serene and complete that it seemed to have become its own realm. "No wonder! She has truly attained the Xuan Tian Ling Yu! We must move quickly!" The sky weeping, Tian Qi could no longer conceal her astonishment and admiration. Suddenly, she cried out, her body flashing with bloodlight, and in an instant, she surged backward, radiating like a streak of crimson light. As for He Yan, her movements were no less swift than Tian Qi's. She merely swept her staff through the space before her, cleaving open a crack of milky-white space, and with a subtle shift of her body, she vanished into it. Neither of them heeded their earlier agreement to face off against the Blossom. "Now you wish to retreat? Is it not too late?" The Blossom narrowed her eyes, spoke with emotionless calm, then extended a jade hand toward the flowering tree before her, gently plucked a large, vibrant pink bloom, and, without haste, tossed it gracefully into the void ahead