"Sixfold extremes—over the years I haven't seen you make a single step forward. It seems your injuries sustained during our initial battle have never truly healed. Now, your six manifestations have all been utterly eliminated by me, and your true form is now trapped within the Xuan Tian Ling Realm. Even if you possess the most celestial abilities, you'll never recover from this." The voice of Bao Hua drifted gently from the ethereal silhouette of petals. Yet within the white mist, beyond the resonant thunderous crashes, there was no further reply from anyone else. "You've willingly sacrificed your six manifestations, enduring immense strain, simply to wait for Neidan and Yuanyan," Bao Hua remarked indifferently, a subtle hint of scorn curling at the corner of her lips. "So what? When I seized the Primordial Seat from you, Neidan and Yuanyan both personally pledged to fully protect my safety. Don't forget—I am now the rightful one of the Three Primordial Founders." I had already anticipated that you would seize this opportunity to settle the score from back then, so I've been in communication with both of you well in advance." Finally, the voice of the other woman, once flushed with indignation, emerged with a sharp edge from the mist. "Yuan Yan and Ni Phan promised you that they would step in when you encountered me. But that comes with a condition—they must actually be able to make it happen." The precious flower seemed to smile gently. "What? You've also secured allies? Not exactly. In the Sacred Realm, who dares and can even hold their own against Yuan Yan and Ni Phan? Surely you must have reached out to those powerful beings from beyond the realm. How could they risk offending two primordial masters like Yuan Yan and Ni Phan, just for your fall from grace as a major cultivator from another world?" Six Ji's voice now carried a touch of genuine apprehension. "You're not exactly dull. Indeed, I've paid a considerable price to secure two rare allies. One is roughly on par with their strength, while the other—ah, laughter—probably possesses powers that surpass theirs, I'd wager." "So if you're hoping to wait for reinforcements, you'll likely be disappointed," Bo Hua chuckled lightly. "Hmph! I don't need to ask—definitely the Bronze Crow elder. But who's the other one? Among those transcendent beings from the other realms, is there anyone capable of even challenging our Sacred Realm's founding ancestors? Bo Hua, aren't you just boasting?" Six Ji's voice instantly regained its composure, with a hint of doubt. "Whether or not I'm boasting, you'll find out soon enough. Bi Yuan Yan and Neidan currently reside not far from your location. If they truly have the means to arrive, they would have done so by now, given the amount of time we've had. But that, of course, depends entirely on your ability to hold on until then." Bo Hua replied calmly. A sharp sigh of frustration rose from Six Ji, then faded back into silence. Clearly, the Sixth Pole understood that no matter what the other said—true or false—she would only be making herself look foolish. So she simply remained silent, just as before. But when Buohua saw this, a cold smile played at her lips, and suddenly uttered a remark that sent a shiver through the Sixth Pole: "Sixth Pole, don't you think there's still a backup plan? Even if I now annihilate your form and spirit completely, you still have a chance to rise again." "Buohua, what do you mean by that?" The Sixth Pole could no longer contain her composure and burst out in a sharp cry. "Simple. Haven't you always kept a seventh incarnation hidden, never revealed to anyone? Though you've carefully concealed it, never once shared it with others—don't forget, no wall in this world is completely airtight. In fact, I've known about this very secret." Buohua said with a serene smile. "I don't believe you actually know anything. You must have picked up some rumor from somewhere, and now you're deliberately exaggerating and mocking me!" "Six-Ji certainly hasn't fallen short of being the great rival of Bao Hua back in the day. Even after her greatest secret was revealed, she quickly regained her composure. 'You must have intended to use the Seventh Avatar as a contingency plan should you ever perish—should you fall, to revive and reemerge anew.' Though only a duplicate, with your capabilities, restoring your original body's memories and powers shouldn't be too difficult. Should I fail to notice this, I might even fall victim to your hidden schemes years later. But considering the timeline, I believe you've already secured the location where you've hidden the Seventh Avatar.' Bao Hua chuckled softly, then murmured to herself. 'Wait—did you truly find the hidden sanctuary of that Seventh Avatar? Impossible! Who did you send?' Six-Ji, hearing this, was genuinely startled and indignant. 'Did you not notice that Black Crocodile, that little fellow, has not been with me at all?' Bao Hua said calmly. 'Black Crocodile—how could a mere combined-stage junior break through the seals I've laid?' "Six Ji listened carefully and felt a further easing in his heart. 'Indeed, by himself, the black crocodile alone is slightly short of strength to breach the seals you personally laid. But what if he also possesses a celestial treasure that specifically counters your spells?' said Bao Hua calmly. 'A celestial treasure! How dare you think of lending such a priceless treasure to someone else, fearing he'll seize your treasures and flee with them!' Six Ji's face turned as stern as iron. 'I've made subtle adjustments to the celestial treasure itself. How can I hesitate in lending it to the black crocodile? After all, I've kept you alive through so many conversations—this is as generous and just as I can be. Now, I shall see you off properly.' Bao Hua spoke softly at first, then her voice suddenly deepened into an ominous tone. The delicate pink petals, which had been drifting gently in the white mist, flashed with a sudden brilliance and began to whirl rapidly, accompanied by gusts of wind and thunder. Each petal grew increasingly transparent and sharp, expanding in size as it danced. At that moment, countless massive pink blades surged and violently stirred within the white mist at the heart of the valley. A thunderous roar, like the earth splitting and the heavens collapsing! Petals and mist alike vanished instantly, reduced to nothing within a vast, luminous orb of about a diameter of several li. After an indeterminate length of time, when all the light and ripples had finally settled, only a faint human silhouette remained in the former sky of the valley, which then faded into nothingness with a soft sigh. Han Li, who was just expounding upon a secret technique, suddenly paused mid-sentence, raised his head to gaze in the direction of a distant point, then laughed heartily and stood up. "Yuan brother, it seems Master Bao Hua has now avenged her grievances. With that, I shall no longer disturb you and shall be on my way." Without waiting for Yuan Yan's reply, Han Li flashed a shimmer of green light on his body, transforming into a streak of jade-green light and swiftly vanished into the distance. Yuan Yan remained seated on the massive stone, motionless, yet his expression now openly revealed a touch of resignation as he watched the fading light of the fleeing aura. Not long after, Han Li gathered his aura and gently descended to the summit of another nearby small mountain. There, Yin Yue was visibly anxious, waiting in place. Beside her stood an elder and a handsome young man with silver hair flowing over his shoulders—none other than Mo Jian Li and Elder Yin Yue, two of the human lineage's great cultivators. Upon seeing Han Li materialize from the sky, all three greeted each other with smiles, without needing to exchange words. Yin Yue approached directly with a beaming expression. ...Three months later, above the famed Blue Cascade Lake of the magical realm, a white spaceship, shimmering and adorned with symbols distinct from those of ordinary magical vessels in the realm, was soaring through the air at an astonishing speed, seemingly unimpeded by the vast aetherial barrier that normally encased the entire lake. Magicians aboard smaller vessels that darted back and forth across the lake were initially astonished, but after a moment of reflection, their expressions quickly transformed into profound reverence. Some even bowed deeply and performed formal ceremonies of homage as soon as they saw the ship. Few could dare to openly disregard the sacred aetherial regulations—only the other Saint-Grandmasters of equal standing to the Blue Cascade Saint-Grandmaster. This naturally left the ordinary magicians in awe, some filled with exhilaration, others trembling with anticipation and awe. This white jade vessel had carried Han Li, who had journeyed from the origins of the Primordial Magic, through the array of spell networks of over a dozen magical cities, all the way to the region near the lake. Yet his true purpose was to bring Zilin. Back then, he had promised her that as soon as she was able to free herself from the control of the Six Extremes, he would make every effort to restore her to her original human form and accompany her back to the Spirit Realm. Now that the Six Extremes had fallen into the hands of Baohua, and with no further threats from the Demon Realm, he naturally intended to fulfill his promise and take Zilin with him. As for the Blue Flow Sage-Founder currently here, he had once been one of the ancient beings sealed within the ancient prison. Though he had now returned to this place, he was surely well known throughout the region. Therefore, even though this Demon Realm Sage-Founder knew him to be a human, he would certainly not make a point of obstructing him. While silently pondering these thoughts, the white spaceship had already arrived at the edge of the great island where the Blue Flow City stood, circling in the sky several times before suddenly descending toward a dense forest gently illuminated by a soft white glow. "Plip, plip!" The multi-layered white-light incantation, upon being forcefully struck by Han Li's vast divine awareness, shattered with a sound, revealing a colossal breach several dozen zhang in diameter. Before the incantations could recover, the spaceship had already darted seamlessly into the opening. Below the incantation, a towering pavilion several stories high stood quietly upon the ground, its main gate bearing the ancient characters "Guang Yuan Zhai," glowing brightly at the top. At the same time, within a sealed chamber on the fourth floor of the pavilion, a young woman dressed in a plain robe, lazily reading a book, suddenly leapt to her feet, her fingers swiftly manipulating the flames. Her face lit up with a mixture of surprise and delight. "Madam, trouble! Someone has forcibly broken through the incantations and entered!" a woman's voice, filled with alarm and urgency, suddenly echoed from below. "Don't worry, Aunt Zhu," the young woman smiled, her tone brimming with excitement, "it's not an enemy invasion—it's a distinguished guest who has arrived."