He didn't say a word. With a single change of his hand seal, the Buddhist Saint's form suddenly threw his massive sword forward. Instantly, golden light rippled across his body, transforming his ethereal silhouette into a solid golden form. Countless golden characters spiraled and danced around his figure. The three-headed golden form opened its mouths silently, and a wave of pure white mist surged forth, then, with a single flash, surged into the misty sea, producing a thunderous roar. The white wave burst apart in the dust and mist, spreading out concentric transparent sound waves that reached every corner of the misty sea. Wherever these sound waves passed, the gray guards standing in orderly rows within the mist instantly trembled and turned to powder. Yet, at the very next moment, as the mist rolled again, tens of thousands of guards reappeared, undamaged, their weapons raised and sweeping through the air, creating a continuous burst of rushing sounds. A dense array of golden streaks shot downward, filling the void with a thick, shimmering network. Each streak emitted a piercing, high-pitched cry, as if invincible. Han Li saw this, his face darkened, and with a low cry, he suddenly pointed his finger at the Buddha-Saint's golden form. At once, the golden form, which had three heads and six arms, halted the flow of white waves from its mouth, took a single step forward, and with a sweeping motion of its six arms, golden light flashed vividly in his palms. With several thunderous bursts, six extraordinary beams of light erupted and instantly fused together beneath the mist, forming a golden, swirling gale. This gale soared hundreds of zhang high, spinning smoothly, and from its core, countless golden characters surged forth. At the same time, an astonishing suction force emerged from the wind, drawing everything in. The yellow streaks shooting downward were pulled by the immense force, trembling briefly before changing direction and rushing into the gale, vanishing without a trace. The endless dust mist and the hundreds of thousands of guards materializing in the sky were likewise drawn in by the powerful suction, unable to resist, and surged toward the center as if fleeing a flame. For a moment, the dust swirled wildly, and figures surged and moved in all directions. No more than a few breaths later, the entire sky cleared, leaving only the dense masses of black clouds and the golden gale. The golden gale continued to spin wildly in the void, its thunderous roar unceasing, utterly incongruous with its apparent capacity to hold so much dust and mist. Seeing this, Han Li exhaled deeply, and a genuine look of joy finally spread across his face. With a simple flick of one sleeve at the swirling gale, a series of colorful spells burst forth and swiftly vanished into the wind, flashing and fading in succession. At that very moment, a deep rumble echoed through the sky! The roar within the gale abruptly ceased, yet the gale itself began to shrink rapidly, flashing with golden light. After a brief moment, when the gale had finally vanished entirely, a soil-yellow crystal sphere, the size of a human head, plummeted from the heavens. Han Li glanced down, then extended his hand into the air, and with a simple gesture, caught the crystal sphere mid-air. But as soon as the object touched his palm, Han Li's wrist unexpectedly grew heavier, though he quickly lifted it again, his face now showing a touch of surprise. The earth-yellow crystal sphere appeared unremarkable, yet its weight—exceeding several hundred thousand jin—was astonishing. With Han Li's current divine strength, he had nearly failed to grasp it upon first contact. Although he did not yet know what material this substance, forcibly compressed into a mass by his mysterious power, should be called, its potential when refined into specific treasures was undoubtedly immense. As Han Li pondered this, a surge of celestial and elemental energies rippled through the sky, and once again, thunder roared from higher up. Immediately above the basin, a dark cloud violently rolled and swiftly split into two, suddenly revealing a massive opening. This cavern was no less than several dozen mu in size, resonating with thunderous sounds. Waves of silver arcs leapt continuously, clusters of brilliant lightning orbs shimmered and flashed, their edges swelling rapidly and expanding, as though an entire world of lightning were breaking through the void and arriving. "Indeed, a true lightning calamity!" Han Li, witnessing the scene, grew solemn and murmured softly. With a slight flick of his hand, the object in his grasp flashed and vanished. At the same time, he extended his ten fingers toward all around, launching a series of silvery gestures that swiftly dissolved into the remaining magical arrays. Immediately, the surrounding area roared with resonance, and the residual arrays burst into radiant brilliance, channeling their power to its peak. The luminous barrier grew remarkably dense and substantial. More striking still, the three towering peaks that had remained motionless around Han Li for a while finally rose silently into the air. After pausing briefly above the light curtain, they settled into a triangular formation, hovering steadily at a low altitude and forming a solid protective shield over Han Li. But Han Li still felt uneasy. He then pressed his inner sword technique once more, and seventy-two jade-green flying swords materialized beneath Jishan, swirling and dancing before coalescing into a massive, blooming jade lotus that hovered motionless above his head. It was no wonder he had been so cautious! The so-called Great Enlightenment Heaven's Thunder, as commonly spoken of, actually refers not to the earlier Five Elements Thunder Japs, but rather to the true thunder calamity that follows immediately afterward. In the past, when other late Consolidation-stage cultivators perished while attempting to break through the Great Enlightenment threshold, they were almost invariably struck down by this true thunder calamity. Only those who successfully weathered this trial were eligible to undergo the subsequent Heart Trial. Although the Heart Trial was even more difficult than the true thunder calamity, in most cases, even if one failed to pass it, there was still a reasonable chance of surviving. In contrast, the true thunder calamity was far more severe—either one could miraculously survive it, or else be completely obliterated by the power of the heavenly thunder, with no third option at all. Han Li simultaneously activated various seals and treasures, rapidly recalling the experiences of the two Senior Multiplicative Beings, Ao Xiao and Mo Jianli, during their previous surmounting of the True Thunder Storm. His facial expression grew increasingly serious. ...Far atop the mountain, Yin Yue, Zhu Guo'er, and Xie Daoren now all appeared different. Yin Yue's eyes remained as calm and clear as autumn waters, yet a new expression of anxiety had appeared on her face. After observing Han Li's feats in countering the Five Elements Storm, Zhu Guo'er's face was filled with sheer astonishment. As for Xie Daoren, who stood with his hands behind his back on another mountain peak, calmly watching the events unfolding in the basin, he suddenly stirred—turning his head, his gaze fixed on a distant point far below the mountain peak—yet remained motionless for a moment. Later, Yin Yue on the other mountain peak also seemed to sense something, her eyes flashing, and she turned in the same direction. "It's truly surprising that there are other cultivators nearby in such a desolate place—only after driving them away would I have thought so." Yin Yue murmured softly, then suddenly flickered, vanishing from her spot in mid-air. Zhu Guo'er watched the scene unfold, first slightly startled, then gradually understanding, though after a moment's thought, she remained hesitating and stayed put, not following immediately. In the low sky, far beyond the basin, two waves of swift light were chasing each other, racing in succession toward the very location where Han Li was undergoing his celestial transformation. The fleeing wave ahead consisted of about a dozen trails, all radiating the aura of human cultivators, most of them at the Yuan Ying stage, with only one leading figure—riding a clear, shimmering light—being a Hua Shen stage cultivator. This woman had a pale, graceful face, in her twenties, dressed in a blue imperial robe. She frequently turned her head to look back, her face filled with growing anxiety. As for the subsequent, relentless force closing in, the stream of ethereal light was predominantly dark gray and white, carrying strong currents of magical energy and wind. Within it, some fierce-looking demonic beings could be discerned, forming a particularly well-disciplined and elite contingent of the demonic forces. Among these, more than half possessed the Rank of Spiritual Transformation or above, and one particularly tall demon—a human-headed, serpentine figure at the level of Immortality—was even present. Given the disparity in their respective attainments, the distance between the graceful, court-dressed women and the pursuing forces was rapidly narrowing. Upon seeing the advancing troops approaching within mere miles, poised to directly intercept them, the blue-clad court lady gritted her teeth, slightly eased the pace of her ethereal glow, and with a single hand motion, instantly produced a clear, translucent white tripod in her palm. A jade hand swiftly slapped upward, and the small tripod's lid instantly flew open with a resonant hum. As a hissing sound of rushing air erupted within, countless crystalline filaments shot out, then dispersed and swept toward the rear, enveloping the demonic forces. These white filaments were translucent and delicate, each radiating an unusual coldness, and as they swayed, they shimmered like lightning. The demonic troops at the rear, unprepared, immediately became disordered within their magical aura,纷纷 activating their magical techniques to defend themselves. Yet two Yuan-Infant level demons were struck directly through the body by the white filaments, instantly turning into ice sculptures and falling to the ground. Seeing this, the leading demon erupted in fury, suddenly opening his mouth to exhale a steady stream of dark green mist. Upon contact with this green mist, the white filaments were immediately corroded, turning a vibrant emerald green, their brilliance dimmed, and thus losing all their former potency. The serpent-headed demon then raised his hand again, launching several black flying spears that transformed into several dark streaks, repeatedly charging toward the white filaments. Those white filaments, upon contact, trembled and rebounded, proving utterly unable to withstand much resistance. Seeing this, the court-dressed woman frowned, suddenly drew the small cauldron in, and was about to initiate her flight, reversing direction with a burst of light. Yet it was too late! The two late-Stage Shen stage magi from behind suddenly accelerated their magical efforts, each transforming into a streak of brilliant light, rushing forward with tremendous speed. In a few swift movements, they intercepted and blocked the path of the various human cultivators. The court-dressed woman's face grew increasingly grave, yet she could not help but lead her retinue to halt their flight, immediately forming a defensive array. The other human cultivators, one by one, grew pale, their fear plainly visible. After all, their strength paled in comparison to these magi; even if they fought with all their might, their chances of survival were nearly nonexistent. Seizing this opportunity, the other magi surged forward, swiftly channeling their magical energy to encircle the human cultivators completely. The serpent-headed, human-bodied demon immediately displayed a fierce expression, roared out a sharp command, shouting the character "Kill," and at the same time propelled several dozen flying spears, charging forward first. The other demons soon followed, all launching their attacks in unison.