Not only the silvery glow, but even the surrounding void was cleaved open by that green line, from which a dark, solid radiance surged forth. Once the silver light had fully receded, the scene within the glow finally came into view. At the center of the void, it became clearly evident that, centered on that green line, the space had transformed into two distinct regions—black and white. The portion above the green line remained unchanged, yet it was now fully shielded by a translucent, vibrant five-colored light curtain that covered most of it. Below the green line, however, a vast expanse of black space had been torn open, radiating spatial energy that was spreading out slowly and steadily in all directions, as if intent on consuming everything around it. This awe-inspiring spectacle caused the members of the other combat groups to momentarily pause their hand gestures, swiftly scanning the scene with their divine awareness. Upon seeing the full picture, the Shriek Spiders were startled, while Mo Jianli and the others grew slightly more pleased. The immortal elder who had transformed into a creature with a bird's head, though not yet completely slain in this encounter, had seen his lower half vanish entirely, leaving only his upper body suspended within a shimmering, five-colored light screen. He was perspiring profusely, actively wielding a translucent, five-hued shield. That very screen—appearing as though it were a crystalline wall—had been formed by the rapid convergence and manifestation of five-colored runes flowing forth from the shield itself. As the black spatial energy surged upward from below, it instantly slowed to a near standstill upon touching this screen. "A treasure of the Heavenly Origin! You possess a complete artifact of the Heavenly Origin. Were it not for the inherent laws of this treasure, how could you have broken my time-based technique?" the elder shouted, his voice strained and filled with astonishment, his face alight with shock and anger. Though such a Heavenly Origin treasure—rarely found among the highest-tier cultivators—was not uncommon among a few great masters of the late stage of cultivation. Yet, for the vast majority of Mahayana practitioners, it remains utterly impossible to obtain even a single Xuan Tian treasure throughout their entire lifetime. Most Mahayana masters who can secure one or two replica items or fragments of Xuan Tian treasures to protect themselves are already considered fortunate. Although the Ye-family elder, despite his refined cultivation and divine powers, stands out among ordinary Mahayana practitioners, he still lacks significant opportunities to acquire genuine Xuan Tian treasures. Nevertheless, his ability to survive both consecutive strikes of the Xuan Tian Slashing Spirit Sword demonstrates his truly exceptional strength. "What need is there for such trivialities? If it weren't for the five crystalline swords in your hands, wouldn't you also be unable to summon the power of time?" After delivering his second sword strike, the giant ape once again contracted in size, shrinking down to only十余丈 tall. With a sharp laugh, he took a single decisive step forward. "Thud!" A resonant tremor rippled through the surrounding void, and the giant ape's form instantly spanned a hundred zhang, appearing directly above the Ye-family elder. The primordial qi of heaven and earth surged once more. With a mere flick of his hand, the giant ape, holding his long, deep-green sword, struck a third decisive blow downward without hesitation. A silvery, moon-like blade of light descended, radiating a fresh wave of cold, law-like vibrations that surged violently outward. The elder named Yi, below, grew pale as a sheet, utterly unable to believe that the other could still muster the strength to activate the third time the Heavenly Supreme Treasure. After all, such a treasure required an immense outpouring of true energy each time it was fully activated—its physical toll was staggering, often beyond comprehension. For some mid-to-late stage cultivators with relatively weaker bodies, even a single full activation could pose a life-threatening risk to their physical form. Otherwise, when Han Li was at the Consolidation stage, even with his Nirvana Transformation refined to the second phase, he could only barely tap into a fraction of the power of the Heavenly Supreme Sword of Cutting Spirits. Though Han Li's third strike had come as a surprise, the elder named Yi below could by no means remain passive. As a flash of sternness passed over his face, he suddenly pointed a finger at the translucent shield before him, then exhaled several clusters of vivid green, pure blood that flowed into the shield. Turning his head sharply, he commanded, "Luo, quickly summon Ying! I can no longer delay this matter." On the far opposite end, Mo Jianli and her two spirit companions activated seven or eight different treasures, guiding the four adult Shura Spiders in battle while retreating, now reaching the edge of the Tianji realm, some dozens of miles away. Seeing how they were drenched in sweat, it was clear they could not sustain this much longer. Meanwhile, deep within the stone city, in a sealed chamber protected by the most rigorous layers of defenses, a dark figure, holding a crystalline rod in each hand, suddenly murmured softly, "Ah!" and slowly opened his eyes, his pupils blazing with crimson light. Outside the chamber's main entrance, several dozen blood-red, sphere-shaped orbs, each several zhang in diameter, were arranged on either side. A crisp sound rang out! The surface of these blood-red spheres momentarily flashed with white light, revealing a series of white cracks, and from within, a series of terrifying energies surged forth, as though some monstrous beings were about to emerge. ...A shimmering shield flashed, then transformed into five crystalline swords, which crossed overhead and delivered a sweeping strike, gently lifting a silver moon into the void, radiating a faint ripple of law-based energy. At the same time, the five-colored light screen below faded and vanished. Yet behind the elder of the Yi surname, a sharp "pffft" sound echoed, and a pair of five-colored feather wings materialized, immediately flapping powerfully. His half-crippled body suddenly surged into motion, transforming into a shimmering outline that shot off toward Shishi City at high speed. At that moment, the giant ape had already lost his deep-green long sword, and both his upright eyes and short horns had mysteriously vanished—his Nirvana Sacred Body transformation had completely dissolved, leaving only a plain Buddha-Sacred Form. The golden giant ape remained expressionless, and with a low roar, six massive fists immediately charged straight toward the elder’s ethereal silhouette. Instantly, six golden flashes appeared in the void, converging into a single swirling golden vortex that spun steadily before sweeping directly over the elder’s form. Upon seeing this, the elder’s eyes flashed with sudden fear. He clenched his teeth, then, as his five-colored feathered wings behind him suddenly blurred and swept diagonally across one of his shoulders. Immediately, an entire arm slid silently off and burst open with a loud "thud," transforming into a blood-colored human figure that plunged directly into the vortex. A continuous series of thunderous explosions erupted from within the golden vortex, instantly shattering the blood-colored figure into fragments. Yet the vortex itself momentarily stilled. The colossal ape formed by Han Li's transformation slightly altered his expression. For even as the blood-clad figures surged forth, the elder's original ethereal silhouette had subtly blurred and vanished with the wind. The ape suddenly turned, gazing toward the massive stone city wall, now encased within several layers of luminous screens. There, upon the wall, points of blood light coalesced, and the fragmented form of the elder named Yi materialized silently—though his original peacock-headed figure had vanished, now restored to a human visage. A subtle shift of wonder passed through the ape's eyes, and his head and lips moved slightly, almost imperceptibly, as though whispering. Should someone approach closely and listen intently, they would catch the words "transformation through calamity" or "transcendence of trials." Indeed, the mysterious technique the elder had just employed bore a strong resemblance to the method he had previously mastered in his cultivation journey. Even if not identical, it clearly shared a deep lineage. But at this moment, the elder Yi from the city walls had clearly been severely weakened. After glaring fiercely at Han Li, he hastily pulled out several pills from his sleeve, swallowed them, and then, with a series of scrolls fluttering out from his sleeve and vanishing instantly into his body. "Pffft, pffft"—a few sounds as blood mist rose from the broken parts of his waist and severed arm, beginning to mend his flesh and bones. As the blood threads intertwined densely, his missing arm and lower body gradually emerged clearly within the mist, suggesting he would soon be fully restored. Yet Han Li would not allow him such a chance. With a long roar, his three arms simultaneously flipped, and at once, five distinct peaks—each of a different hue—emerged in the palm of his hands: dark, green, blue, purple, and gold. Without hesitation, he launched them all upward toward the stone city. With a further three arms extending and making a sweeping gesture, three long, faintly emerald blades materialized in the void, swaying and expanding to the height of a dozen paces as they surged toward the stone city. A continuous series of sharp "shrieks" echoed, countless emerald swordlight pouring forth in dense waves, forming cascading sword-shadows that shot forth in all directions. Under the relentless assault of the giant apes, the successive layers of light screens rapidly collapsed and vanished, leaving only the final one intact in a matter of moments. The older Yi-family elder on the city walls watched in stunned silence, his face instantly turning pale. He had never imagined that after a fierce battle, Han Li could still muster such powerful inner energy to directly breach the stone city's defensive seals. Yet at that very moment, a delicate and graceful voice suddenly echoed from within the city. "Mother, Master Yi! How could it be that just in a few years of seclusion, Ying has been summoned to face such a siege?"