Ten thousand cultivators on the plaza felt their shoulders grow heavy, only to be startled to find their bodies suddenly pressed down as though by a colossal mountain, rendering them immobile and unable to move their limbs at all. Yet, upon swiftly scanning the entire realm of black and white with his divine awareness, Han Li suddenly chuckled. His back, adorned with a three-headed, six-armed Buddha form of golden radiance, flashed briefly, then surged upward as a streak of purple-gold light. After a spiraling motion, it charged directly toward Han Li. A thunderous roar followed, and Han Li released a golden glow from his body, transforming the koi into a massive purple-gold, three-headed, six-armed giant ape. With a sudden, forceful strike of its six arms against its chest, the ape's body rapidly expanded within a swirling array of silvery-white spiritual patterns, swelling to a height of seven or eight thousand li in a matter of moments—towering and majestic indeed. As the silvery-white patterns glowed and then converged, they seamlessly integrated into the ape's entire form, as if etched there from the very beginning. The giant was deeply startled, saying nothing, and with a single finger he swiftly drew a heavy, circular stroke downward—quickly sketching out a perfect circle. A thunderclap rang out across the black and white realms, and suddenly, a colossal black-and-white ring, spanning a thousand zhang in diameter, materialized outside the giant ape’s body, then contracted tightly, fastening itself like a penal device upon the ape’s form. The ape lowered its three heads, and six cold eyes simultaneously scanned the black-and-white ring—its lips now tinged with a subtle frost. Suddenly, the giant ape’s shoulders shivered, and its purple-and-gold fur bristled upright. The silvery-white patterns on its shoulders hummed, brightening dramatically, while an invisible, immense force surged forth from within and violently struck the ring like a storm. The black-and-white ring trembled in fear, and amid flashing light, it was forcibly pushed outward. Then, with a movement of its six arms, the ape reached down with six massive hands, grasping different parts of the ring, and simultaneously exerted powerful pressure. The black-and-white colossal ring emitted a mournful cry, shattering into countless fragments. The towering man mid-air casting spells suddenly felt a surge of crimson spreading across his face, unable to contain it any longer. With a sudden gasp, he expelled two orbs of pale silver essence from his mouth. Startled and fearful, the man hastily cast spells to suppress the counter-effects of the divine laws, hoping to then proceed with new incantations to confront Han Li. Yet at that moment, the three-headed giant apes bridging the black and white realms had already moved ahead and launched their attack. Suddenly, the ape raised all six of its arms skyward, and as the silver patterns danced across each fist, each one transformed into a dozen silver sigils, instantly converging and merging into a single, unified form. A thunderous "boom" echoed as the six furry fists glowed brilliantly, and under the simultaneous roar of the three heads, they surged forth as countless fist-images, striking upward in a powerful wave. A series of sharp "shush-shush" sounds rang out. As the fists of the martial artist flashed, they transformed into countless threads of silver light, striking the dark sky with an astonishing speed and power, tearing the void apart with a sharp, piercing cry. The black-and-white void flashed several times before shattering completely. The sky above the platform instantly returned to its original state. Many cultivators who had been struggling under the heavy pressure suddenly felt a lightness in their bodies, regaining their mobility and immediately rejoicing, turning their eyes upward. There, the silver threads paused and coalesced, forming a massive silver hand over a hundred zhang long, which then delivered a firm, forceful blow downward upon the towering figure. Seeing this, the giant grew pale, his eyes showing signs of alarm, but quickly regained composure, gripping his jade fan firmly and sweeping it forcefully against the silver hand, sending out a cascade of seven-colored light halos. At the same time, he opened his mouth again, and a square object of pure black, as dark as ink, shot forth, swelling in the wind to transform into a brick several tens of zhang long. A thunderous roar erupted! The seven-colored light halos and the black giant brick struck the giant's hand almost simultaneously. A tremendous crash shook the heavens—whole sky trembled. The silver-gloved hand merely closed its five fingers, and with a single motion, shattered the black giant brick into fragments, while the seven-colored light halos were torn apart in a flash of silver brilliance. The silver hand blurred into existence above the giant, then pressed down without hesitation. Seeing both of his treasures shattered effortlessly under the giant's hand, the giant was deeply alarmed and dared not directly meet the blow. Without a moment's thought, he flickered and vanished from his original position. At a distance, the giant ape heard the scene, gave a cold snort, and then drove a powerful fist into the empty space before him. A soft "puff," and a silver fist-shaped aura shot out, then vanished instantly. At the same time, in the void some tens of zhang away, the giant man materialized with a blurred flash. Yet almost simultaneously, a second ripple surged from behind him, and a silver fist-shaped aura shot forth. Startled, the giant tried to break through the air to evade it—but it was too late. "Boom!" As the brilliant silver light flashed, the black battle armor on his back shattered, hurling him violently into the air. Mid-flight, his colossal form collapsed, instantly shrinking back to his original size. Only when he had steadied himself did he feel a sudden sweetness in his throat, spitting out a fresh stream of vital essence. His aura diminished noticeably. He was utterly stunned. After all, his black battle armor—crafted from forty-nine rare materials and refined over several centuries—had been a defensive treasure of supreme strength, yet it could not withstand a single strike from the void. This left Ahaston utterly stunned, nearly ten times more so than before. "I am absolutely no match for the other—move! The giant, despite the pain behind him, made no further hesitation. His mind instantly resolved. Without a word, he surged forward with a burst of light, transforming into a streak of black light that sliced through the air. In a single flash, he reached hundreds of zhang away; then, with another flash, he mysteriously arrived at the very edge of the sky, seemingly about to vanish completely." "Do you think I've taken your grand celestial celebration for granted? Recite the Sword Mandate, and strike!" As the giant's central head opened its mouth, a deep, resonant roar erupted. Immediately upon speaking, cracks spread across the foreheads of the three heads, each revealing a single dark, upright eye. A shimmer of light flashed, and three beams of crystalline radiance shot forth, instantly transforming into three delicate, translucent swords, which vanished in a flash into the space before him. At that very moment, as the giant was urging his secret technique to fully depart from this place, his face suddenly changed, his body blurred, and he darted aside. Suddenly, three crystalline beams of light flashed in the nearby void, descending like lightning-fast slashes. Though the giant managed to evade two of the slashes by moving, he was severed at the waist by the final beam. "A piercing cry!" A cascade of silvery blood spilled from the sky. Yet, as a true stage-mature being, the giant remained unbroken—though the upper half of his body lost a dark silhouette that soared off, then shimmered into a small figure only a few feet tall, indistinguishable in face from the giant. This small figure rolled on the ground, and instantly transformed into a gust of black wind, which spiraled both severed halves and carried them swiftly toward the distance. "Mr. Han," the giant said, "I shall never forget this generous favor today. I will surely repay it the next time." Distantly, the voice of a towering figure, gritting his teeth, echoed from the horizon. "Next time? For now, let's see if you can escape my spiritual insects first." As the three giant apes' bodies shimmered with flashes of purple-gold light, Han Li regained his original form. He glanced toward the distant horizon and said softly, "Just then, with a flick of his sleeve, three golden blossoms shot forth, swelling in the wind to transform into three colossal golden insects, each measuring several zhang in length, their bodies adorned with fierce purple patterns. These golden insects did not need Han Li's prompting—they simply spiraled above his head before instantly transforming into three golden streaks of light, racing off into the sky and vanishing within moments. At first glance, their speed was no less than that of the earlier departing giant. These were precisely the three false Phylactery Insects of the Golden King. With their power comparable to the late stage of fusion, nearly indestructible bodies, and an endurance that even great cultivators find terrifying, they were ideally suited to confront the already severely wounded giant. Han Li believed that even if the giant managed to escape the pursuit of the three pseudo-king insects, he would surely suffer compounded injuries and be unable to repair his damaged body en route. In that case, the best outcome for the giant would be to return and rest for several hundred years before regaining his original strength. The cultivators from the human and spirit races, as well as the envoys from other ethnic groups, had already been amazed by Han Li's extraordinary abilities beyond his initial expectations. Now, witnessing Han Li transform into a colossal ape and effortlessly defeat the fierce great cultivator from the Yecha clan—only to see him flee in disarray, his physical form severed into two pieces—everyone erupted into excitement. "Han Master's powers are unparalleled, and his influence shakes the entire spiritual realm!" Numerous human and elven cultivators roared in unison, their faces glowing with near-ecstatic excitement. Han Li's seemingly effortless victory over another Great Transcendent had nearly convinced every human and elven presence at the gathering that, after decades of establishing their foothold in the spiritual realm, their two peoples had finally awaited the emergence of a true Great Transcendent capable of leading them toward strength and prosperity. How could such a moment not inspire fervor and enthusiasm among the two peoples? The cheers surged upward, piercing through the seals and spreading throughout the entire Tianyuan City. Even those from other human and elven clans who had not directly participated in the celebration, though still unaware of what had transpired atop the mountain, were swept up in the momentum and began to cheer spontaneously. For a moment, the entire Tianyuan City resonated with reverence for Han Li, his name echoing through the skies. Meanwhile, the representatives from other ethnic groups attending the celebration themselves were struck with awe and admiration, and many of them now harbored a sense of cautious apprehension. The sudden emergence of such powerful stage-four cultivators among the Human Clan makes it hard to say whether it is beneficial or detrimental to the neighboring clans. With growing apprehension, the envoys simultaneously decided that their very first action upon returning would be to swiftly report this development to their respective clans.