The ancient mage, now bereft of his head, instantly dropped the four magical artifacts in his hands. His body swayed several times before flipping over and collapsing. At that moment, a faint gray glow flashed above, and a strange, ethereal figure materialized—revealing a slender black-robed woman. She wore a wolf-headed mask and gloved hands, her skin completely concealed. "Liao Ying, thank you so much for your timely aid!" said Yin Yue, her expression easing as she saw the figure, a grateful glint in her eyes. "It's nothing. As a shadow guardian of the Lady, the safety of the Lord is naturally my responsibility. But just to be safe, I'll join the Lady in dealing with these remaining magical beings and eliminate them all." Liao Ying smiled gently in reply. "Excellent," said Yin Yue, delighted and without hesitation. "With Liao Ying joining us, none of these remaining magical foes will escape." Liao Ying nodded immediately, then twisted her body and surged forward as a shimmering figure, plunging into the midst of the gathering magical forces. One after another, gray glimmers flashed, and several demonic beings were severed right through the middle, with no prior warning. At the same time, Silver Moon pressed a series of gestures, and behind her, silver light rippled, revealing a massive silver wolf silhouette once more. Though this newly formed silver wolf form was slightly less sharp than the previous one, it was more than sufficient to handle the current demonic forces. With a subtle incantation, the silver wolf roared and surged forward, sweeping through the ranks of the demons, wreaking havoc. In just a short while, all the dozens of moderately powerful demonic warriors were completely eliminated by the two. On a nearby small hill, Xu Qianyu, accompanied by several members of the Xu family, stared in wide-eyed astonishment as a number of demons of comparable strength to themselves were swiftly eradicated, feeling an intense chill run through her body. The power of a combined-phase cultivator truly surpassed their imagination. ...Within the Hall of Inner Obstacles, perched atop a towering mountain, nearly a thousand men in various martial garments gathered around dozens of massive long tables, bustling with lively laughter and conversation, feasting and drinking enthusiastically. The tables were laden with an array of exquisite dishes and wine, filling the guests with delight and making them feel thoroughly refreshed and intoxicated. Yet at this moment, Han Li was silently sipping one cup after another from the wine in his hands, appearing deeply thoughtful. Standing on his shoulder was a yellow bird, while behind him stood a tall, broad-shouldered man dressed in green robes, his true form concealed by a cloak. "Brother Han," the poised young man suddenly turned to smile at Han Li across the table, "under your and my joint leadership, the Seven-Perfected Sect has swiftly dominated the entire Jingzhou region within just a few years—this is truly commendable. It now seems only a matter of time before we expand our influence into neighboring provinces. I believe within just a few years, the Seven-Perfected Sect will become one of the few superpowers in the Yue State capable of controlling multiple provinces. All this progress has been made possible largely due to your efforts. Here, I raise my cup to you first." He then picked up a wine pitcher from the table, poured a full cup into a vacant one, and tossed it gracefully across. Han Li moved his arm and grasped the wine cup firmly, yet did not drink immediately. Instead, he gazed intently at the jade-green elixir shimmering within the cup for a long while, before sighing and said, "Lai Shifu, are you truly insisting that I drink this wine?" Hmph. By now, I have nothing left to hide. One mountain cannot harbor two tigers—Seven Xuan Sect has grown so far that it can only have one true master. Between you and me, only one of us can survive and make it out of here. The handsome young man fixed his gaze on Han Li, his tone dark and serious. "You are not truly 'Li Feiyu' at all. You are merely a phantom, bearing his name. How could the real Li Feiyu not know my true aspirations? How could he even conceive of such a ridiculous ambition—to vie for power and control?" Han Li smiled calmly, and with these words, he stunned the young man across from him. But before the young man could ask any further questions, Han Li suddenly extended his hand and, with a mere gesture, summoned a three-foot-long jade-green sword that appeared in midair. He then swung it back and forth with a single motion. A flash of emerald light—and the green-robed giant standing behind him was severed in two. A deep, resonant thud! The two figures who had fallen backward instantly transformed into two surging streams of black vapor rising skyward. As this strange sight unfolded, whether it was the poised young man across from him or the numerous well-dressed men engaged in lively conversation, all of them suddenly vanished into thin air, their forms becoming hazy and indistinct. Even then, the entire hall erupted in a thunderous roar and dissolved into a frothy foam. Yet, when the surrounding scenery stabilized and cleared once more, Han Li found himself on an unusually broad thoroughfare, where ordinary human cultivators at the foundational stage of cultivation were bustling past him, passing by one after another. This appeared to be a low-tier human cultivator marketplace. As Han Li glanced around, just as he began to feel a sense of familiarity, his consciousness momentarily wavered, and his previous memories slipped away—once again, he entered another cycle. Thus, he continued to cycle endlessly through one dreamlike world after another. Each dream lasts from several decades to a lifetime, yet every one is profoundly real, leaving the one who experiences them firsthand, with his memories sealed, utterly without doubt. However, Han Li's divine awareness is exceptionally powerful, enhanced by several divine awareness techniques, enabling him to naturally awaken and break through the memory seals at various times during these cycles, patiently identifying and eliminating the beings transformed into his heart demons, thus freeing himself from each current cycle. From the outside world, it appears that Han Li has only overcome his heart demon trials for a couple of hours, yet within the heart demon realm, he has already completed over a dozen cycles. As the number of cycles increases, Han Li's time for unlocking his memory seals in the heart demon world gradually shifts earlier. Thus, over time, the cycles Han Li experiences within the heart demon realm grow faster and faster, accumulating more and more. After just half a day had passed outside, Han Li had undergone nearly a hundred cycles within his heart-mad realm. Yet each time he broke free from the heart-mad world, his expression grew increasingly calm and composed. Throughout these上百 cycles, the heart-mad entity had successively transformed into his parents, his younger sister, Li Feiyu, and other close relatives and friends—later even taking on the forms of Nan Gong Wan and Zi Ling, his beloved companions—only to be effortlessly identified and defeated by Han Li. Some of his closest friends even transformed multiple times across different cycles. Faced with this persistent failure, the heart-mad entity grew furious and began to transform into powerful adversaries Han Li had previously encountered—such as the Master of Ink, Mo Da, and the Supreme Master of Extreme Yin—but these efforts proved only marginally effective. Within the heart-mad realm, Han Li slowly withdrew a golden, radiant hand from the chest of an elderly white-haired man, whose face was filled with terror. A sudden "plush" sound echoed as a surge of silver flame erupted from the elder’s chest, transforming him into a figure of silver fire. "Boom!" The fire figure surged upward, transforming into a swirling mass of black vapor within the silver flame. After a spiraling motion, it broke free from the burning silver flames and materialized in the sky as a massive ghostly face, its features filled with indignation. "Hmph. This time, your insight has once again revealed the truth. You truly are ruthless—facing a master who has nurtured you for so many years and who has personally guided your growth, you acted without hesitation, showing not a single moment of doubt. You've only just unlocked your memory seal, yet you're already so certain you won't make a mistake." "You need not disturb my composure. In the early cycles, I might have hesitated. But now, having endured nearly a hundred lifetimes of refinement, my mind and spirit have been polished to a finer edge. How could I still make such a fundamental error? On the contrary, it seems to me that you are growing increasingly frustrated. "I can't recall a single flaw in myself, yet you begin weaving characters that never existed to shake my very soul—this is truly ridiculous," Han Lin replied calmly. "Indeed? Then in my next reincarnation, I shall transform directly into a true immortal of the True Immortal Realm. See how you fare in defeating me!" The heart demon seemed increasingly indignant, issuing a low roar of threat. "Stop exaggerating! I haven't even seen a true immortal myself—how can you possibly manifest such a form? Moreover, I don't believe you have the chance to transform again." A strange expression flickered across Han Lin's face, and then a green sword mark briefly shimmered and vanished from his arm. With a sudden motion, he extended his hand and gestured into the air. At once, a ripple of energy surged, and a slender, pale green sword materialized mysteriously in his palm. Han Lin moved his arm swiftly, without further words, and charged it straight at the demon's face. "The Jade Sky Sword!" It's impossible! How could you still possess the power to activate this artifact...?" The ghost-faced figure immediately cried out in fear, yet didn't hesitate a moment—twisting his body, he was about to dissolve into black mist to evade the attack. But it was too late! Even before the sword made contact, a wave of power embodying the laws of heaven and earth surged forth, sweeping and enveloping the entire space.