At that very moment, the azure light sphere roared with thunderous sound, and one after another, streaks of azure vapor split off from it, instantly solidifying into towering trunks. These colossal trees, measuring five to six zhang in length, shimmered with a faint azure glow, exuding an extraordinary weight and hardness, resembling refined steel. As soon as they appeared in the air, they began to emit a piercing roar and plunged swiftly downward toward the ground. Yet the azure cloud masses in the sky swelled and expanded further, while the falling colossal trees grew ever larger, crashing down one after another as towering gates, each over ten zhang in length, cast long shadows. But the sword network was formed entirely from Han Li’s seventy-two essence jade bamboo bee-cloud swords! At this level of cultivation, nearly every flying sword equaled the rank of a spiritual treasure, sharp and formidable beyond compare. Even as the force of the falling trees grew more violent than before, they could not withstand the combined power of the sword filaments. Following a series of thunderous impacts, the sword network plunged directly into the heavens. Suddenly coalescing and then splitting again, it reformed into seventy-two streaks of jade-green light, flashing wildly and swiftly piercing the nearby azure light globes, stirring the surrounding clouds into turbulent, swirling sword veils. Immediately, all the cloud masses burst into loud cries, dispersing and then spiraling downward before darting back into the void, vanishing one by one. Han Li hovered within his purple-golden glow, gazing upward without blinking. A moment later, the scattered light droplets beneath the clouds swirled haphazardly before transforming into a deep blue hue, then instantly coalesced back into a blue luminous orb. At this point, the orb had grown significantly larger—over several times its original size—and from within, a pleasant sound of flowing water resonated, with cascading streams surging forth like a thousand white dragons plunging down at once, or as if the celestial river from the ninth heaven had suddenly reversed and poured down in torrents. Han Li's expression subtly shifted, and without further words, he immediately raised a hand seal. Instantly, the Buddhist saintly form before him, with three heads and six arms, opened its three heads wide and breathed out a powerful jet of flame toward the sky. A surge of silver flame erupted, swiftly wrapping the flowing water streams in the air into a vast sea of fire. As water and flame blended, a continuous stream of white vapor spread out, soon transforming into a vast, all-encompassing misty sea. In this misty sea, the fog was thick and dense, so thick that one could barely extend their hand to see anything—everything was obscured. The only sounds heard were the constant "crackling" of Han Li, seeing this, had a flash of brilliant light in his eyes, and suddenly accelerated the spell. The silver flames spewing from the thousand-zhang image of the Buddhist saint instantly surged several times stronger. As the surging silver flames coalesced, faintly transforming into several fire dragons with outstretched jaws and flailing limbs, they surged into the misty sea. At that very moment, a thunderous rumble erupted! One after another, silver blossoms the size of pavilions rose up in the mist, flashing and bursting in succession, their expanding silver flames sweeping through and finally tearing the misty sea apart. Within just a few breaths, most of the mist vanished under the swirling silver flames, revealing the scene previously concealed. Meanwhile, under the relentless assault of the fire dragons, the silver flames not only held firm against the rushing currents above, but also surged forward, drawing steadily toward the blue luminous orb at the source. With the formidable power of the silver flames, the blue orb would surely disintegrate and vanish the moment it came into contact. But at this moment, countless silver foxes suddenly appeared on the surface of the luminous orb in the sky, then spun rapidly, causing it to swell and shrink wildly. Thunder roared! As each blue orb suddenly contracted, it slowly exhaled a series of water spheres the size of human heads. These water spheres appeared exceptionally clear yet remarkably viscous; as gentle ripples spread across their surfaces, intricate blue spiritual patterns formed, radiating a soft, deep blue glow. As soon as these spheres began to descend, they emitted deep, resonant booms, while the blue orbs themselves burst apart, vanishing completely. Han Li, below, was stunned by what he witnessed. Immediately afterward, surging waves of silver flame and several fire serpents rolled in, completely engulfing the blue spheres in the flames. "Puff! Puff!" the sounds continued. As the blue light flickered within the flames, the spheres passed straight through, untouched by the silver flame. "Thousand River Heavy Water!" Han Li's eyes flashed with cold light, and with a low cry, he instantly urged the Buddha-Saint Form without any further hesitation. The three-headed, six-armed form halted its silver flame abruptly, and as its six arms simultaneously clenched and swung, a roar erupted! Dense, intricate patterns of punches reappeared, shooting upward into the sky. A thunderous "boom" echoed throughout. The surface of the blue water spheres suddenly burst with golden light, each sphere simultaneously struck by a continuous stream of dozens of punches. Yet after the golden glow faded, all the spheres remained unharmed, continuing their descent as if nothing had happened—Han Li was startled. The Buddha-Saint Form then moved its six arms, each fist blazing with golden light, instantly solidifying into tangible form and delivering a powerful, blur-like assault directly onto the falling spheres. A tremendous, earth-shaking roar surged through the void. Innumerable golden suns flashed into being in the sky, their intense waves surging forth with thunderous roars, then transforming into powerful gusts of wind that swept outward and dispersed. When the winds had finally dissipated, the water spheres had vanished completely from sight! Yet the梵圣's golden form remained upright below, his feet now sunk into the ground over fifteen zhang deep, and his six arms—truncated by the same force—had disappeared along with the water spheres. Han Li was struck by this development! Even the formidable power of the梵圣's magical form had been reduced to such a state of disarray, clearly demonstrating the terrifying nature of the thousand-river heavy water. At that moment, Han Li pressed a hand seal, and the golden light on the梵圣's form rippled and flowed, restoring his six arms to their original state. Yet, as he did so, a new, massive orb of crimson light re-emerged in the sky—though solitary—its sheer size nearly encompassing the entire basin beneath it. Then, a clamorous chorus of "quack-quack" erupted, and countless blazing, pale fire storks surged forth from the massive luminous orb. As their wings spread, they transformed into fiery spheres that shot downward. These spheres had not yet reached the ground when a searing heat—so intense it seemed to boil the very air—immediately enveloped the basin above. Han Li’s eyes slightly narrowed, his body remaining still, yet the Buddhist Saint’s form once again opened its mouth and expelled a steady stream of silvery flame. This time, however, as soon as the silver flame detached from the saint’s mouth, it shimmered and instantly transformed into an intensely cold blaze. The Buddhist Saint had reversed the nature of its spiritual flame, turning it directly into a frigid one. At that instant, the white and silver flames collided, their opposing energies erupting violently between them. A flash of light in the sky followed, and immediately, a dual realm of ice and fire emerged—centered along a straight line—stalling in the upper atmosphere for a brief moment. Han Li suddenly let out a long roar, then pointed a finger toward the void. Instantly, a dense stream of swordlight reappeared, flashing and then seamlessly merging into a single, massive green blade over ten dozen feet long. As he chanted continuously, swiftly shifting his hand gestures, the green blade shimmered and expanded under the wind, swelling to over ten times its original size within moments—transforming into a colossal, sky-reaching blade stretching nearly a thousand to a hundred thousand feet. The three faces of the Buddhist Saint’s form simultaneously flashed with fierce expressions. With both hands, he grasped the blade and swung it through the air, delivering a powerful downward strike. A streak of brilliant green light sliced through the sky, and the heavenly blade mysteriously passed through the convergence of cold flames and the roaring sea of fire, striking the immense orb of light. The crimson orb flashed several times before silently splitting in two, spewing forth a surge of molten red flame, which then erupted violently into a roaring wave of intense fire. After a roar from the inferno below, the scene vanished entirely into the void. Yet, just as Fang E, still holding his celestial blade, drew it back and had not yet taken further action, the vast, surging flames high above merely rolled and transformed into a yellow, hazy mist, which then surged wildly in every direction. In moments, the entire sky turned dim and heavy. A sharp "crackling" sound followed, and suddenly, a chilling atmosphere of war and conflict seeped through the mist. Moreover, after being attacked, the misty sea seemed to emit faint sounds of drums and gongs. As the yellowish dust swirled, a series of gray, clay-like guards suddenly emerged—some riding birds and beasts, others wielding sharp, gleaming blades. Everywhere one looked, the sight was overwhelming, as if a million elite troops were concealed within. Han Li could hardly contain his breath, his mind racing with thoughts of strategy, yet before he could formulate a plan, the misty sea suddenly surged upward, hurling the countless guards down upon him with great force. Han Li's face darkened.