At nearly the same time, Yue Long raised one hand and chanted a spell, then pointed his finger at the crimson feather fan hovering in space. The fan's glow surged, and countless crimson characters erupted forth, swelling to several times their original size. After a slight shimmer, the fan materialized before Yue Long and was instantly grasped. Without hesitation, he lifted the fan and waved it, sweeping away the golden powder that had fallen. "Pop!" The fan immediately caught fire, flames cascading in waves over its surface, while a fierce, scorching gale spiraled outward. The golden powder, caught in the wind, shone with a crystalline luster and rose upward, vanishing in the highest reaches. At this moment, Yue Long roared, expelling several clots of concentrated blood into the gale. Each clot was as dark as ink. As soon as they touched the wind, they exploded with thunderous sounds, transforming into black magical flames. A deep, resonant crack echoed as the black magical flame, once engulfed by the hurricane, surged with the wind's power and gained momentum—its intensity multiplying more than a thousandfold, then rising straight upward. In an instant, the entire hurricane transformed into a towering, roaring column of black flame, soaring skyward with tremendous force and spectacle. Higher still, in the previously empty expanse of space above the flame, golden dust that had vanished earlier reappeared, rolling and then gradually morphing into massive golden characters. As these large characters dispersed, they spread across half the sky, subtly weaving together into an incredibly intricate super-spiritual array. Countless golden ribbons of light and thousands of auspicious streams of radiant energy shimmered within the array, creating an eye-catching display that radiated an overwhelming spiritual pressure—so potent it seemed to nearly freeze the surrounding void—rising steadily toward the heavens. At the same time, the once-clear, cloudless sky suddenly erupted in thunderous rumblings, and a series of white luminous spheres materialized unexpectedly from the unseen upper reaches and began to descend. Initially only a few, then dozens, but in a moment, the white spheres swelled into thousands, then tens of thousands, densely packed as if countless white meteors had descended from the heavens. A Buddhist chant resonated within the golden seal array, and as it gradually rotated, an invisible, immense force surged forth. Drawn by this force, all the white meteors fell toward the golden seal array and were swiftly absorbed, leaving nothing behind. The sound within the golden seal array grew louder, and as the golden characters spun wildly, a more formidable aura began to take shape. "Friend Han, we're ready! The celestial and terrestrial energies are about to descend!" Seeing this, Yue Long was neither surprised nor concerned. With a voice of encouragement, he chanted a series of gestures and pointed at the nearby cauldrons. Instantly, the cauldron swayed in the wind, expanding into a colossal structure over a hundred zhang tall, while its inner radiance surged, and various materials poured out like a tide. These materials vary in color, some the size of a clenched fist, shimmering brilliantly, others as large as a human head, dark as iron, yet each radiates an astonishing golden qi. Once released from the great cauldron, they spiral slightly before hovering motionless in the surrounding void. At this moment, a thunderous roar erupts within the golden seal array in the upper sky, and a beam of golden light bursts forth. Initially no thicker than a bowl, this beam swiftly expands as it descends, ultimately swelling to the diameter of a large water barrel, within which countless fine crystalline filaments shimmer and pulse continuously. Before they fully settle, a series of sharp crackling sounds echo through the surrounding space, conveying an impression of extreme sharpness and precision. Seeing this, Yue Long's expression darkens. He simultaneously activates two sets of hand seals, and immediately, the hundred and eight bronze pillars tremble slightly before vanishing completely, replaced by a series of bronze infantry automata, each with distinct appearances and wielding different implements, all of them raising their respective tools spontaneously and uniformly. After a piercing hum, these relics simultaneously burst into swirling clusters of light, then exploded outward. Instantly, a powerful gale surged upward from the center, swelling outwards in a surging wave that completely enveloped the entire basin. This wind was no ordinary one—amidst its thunderous howl, faint sounds of clashing metal emerged, and a nameless malevolent aura diffused outward, as though countless divine weapons and sharp blades were concealed within. And now, within the golden seal array high above, thunderous roars shake the heavens, one after another golden beams falling with a resounding sound, their intervals growing increasingly rapid. At first, when hundreds of golden beams began to descend, Yue Long could remain composed, steadily receiving each one without faltering. But as the number grew beyond a hundred, the beams began to fall in pairs, forming continuous streaks, and his expression grew noticeably more serious. Though he could still summon the great cauldron to intercept the falling beams, the cauldron trembled violently each time, as though struck by immense weight, and black glimmers flickered and danced across Yue Long’s face. Clearly, he was beginning to feel the strain. When the cylindrical pillar beneath him had transformed into a puppet, Han Li had already floated at a lower altitude, silently observing the entire scene, with no intention of intervening yet. Then—thunderous crack of lightning in the clear sky! The golden seal array blurred momentarily, and three golden beams fell in unbroken unity. Below, Yue Long saw this and his face suddenly changed, instinctively glancing toward Han Li. To his relief, Han Li now slightly arched his brow, a profound and impenetrable spiritual pressure emanating from his body. With this, Yue Long relaxed, suddenly channeling a surge of true energy upward into the massive bronze censer atop his head. The silver censer emitted a resonant hum and began to spin wildly; at the same time, various materials around it moved on their own, leaping into the censer with sharp clashing sounds. A flash of golden light appeared, three golden streaks forming a continuous line that pierced through the rushing wind, though their size had shrunk dramatically, they still surged forward with impressive force, heading straight toward the great censer below. At that moment, Han Li merely shook his sleeve and, with a simple motion of his finger, pointed toward the distant golden streaks. And then—thunder roared! A thick golden arc shot forth from his fingertip, flashing once and instantly materializing before the golden light—then splitting into three with a thunderous crash, striking the glow. A roar of explosion erupted, and golden filaments leapt forth into the air, shooting through the void. After all the flashes of light had faded, the three golden beams had shrunk nearly in half before settling into the great cauldron. A dull thud! The cauldron swayed slightly but remained steady, firmly receiving the golden light. Though the lower golden beams had fallen with a more compressed interval, they could no longer pose a threat under the weakening effect of Han Li's divine, pestilential thunder. Seeing this, Yue Long grew even more reassured. As the black mist on his face thickened, his ten fingers rapidly discharged a series of spell gestures. Each gesture touched the silver cauldron silently and vanished without a trace. Within the cauldron, the golden light intensified, and a series of booming sounds rose continuously, as though countless materials were breaking apart inside. Then, Yue Long glanced once more at the slender jade bottle and suddenly murmured a low, "burst." Instantly, several white runes on the surface of the bottle flashed and then shattered in a cascade of fragments, leaving behind a palm-sized gray-white spiritual flame that materialized in mid-air. Yue Long's eyes flashed with sharp brilliance, and with a single finger pointing at the flame, he uttered the word, "burn." A soft "pffft" sound followed, and the flame spun smoothly before expanding in the wind, gradually transforming into a gray-white fire serpent several dozen zhang long—then leaping forward and crashing directly onto the base of the silver giant cauldron, before suddenly coiling into a spiral. At once, the surging white flame erupted and surged vigorously, igniting the cauldron beneath. Immediately, a series of intricate patterns on the surface of the great tripod glowed brilliantly and rapidly shifted from silver to a deep crimson. The temperature within the tripod surged to an astonishing level, causing most of the material fragments to turn red and melt into liquid, while only a few special materials retained their original colors and forms. Yet, Yue Long did not flinch, maintaining steady focus on the tripod. A series of intangible forces surged forth from his body, hissingly sweeping outward and drawing all remaining materials around the tripod into the vessel. Then, with a swift series of gestures, he suddenly expelled a surge of concentrated blood. This time, the dark, refined blood flashed once and instantly dissolved into the roaring spiritual flames. At that moment, the white eyes at the base of the tripod suddenly intensified dramatically, swelling by half, and under the scorching heat, the flame itself subtly transformed into a pale golden hue. Soon after the emergence of the golden flame, the materials still unmelting within the tripod began to soften and melt gradually. But just then, the golden sigil array high above suddenly wavered, and as the golden light that had been falling intensified, it began to fall in steady streams of four, then four. Seeing this, Han Li narrowed his eyes. The golden arc he had just launched suddenly halted. With a sudden motion, he extended his hand forward, and instantly a pale yellow gourd materialized before him, then inverted itself, from which a thousand shimmering sand grains immediately rolled out. "Go," Han Li swept his sleeve forward and issued a flat, emotionless command. The sand grains leapt up one by one, then flashed and vanished into the distance. Yet at the very center of the great cauldron, a hazy yellow sand mist rose, and one by one, massive, translucent stones the size of grinding stones appeared, densely arranged and gradually forming an unknown, grand stone array. At that moment, the golden light in the sky surged and flashed down, precisely striking the center of the stone array. A thunderous roar erupted, and beneath a dazzling yellow glow that flashed violently, several massive stones at the center of the stone array were instantly severed by successive golden beams. However, the four golden beams were significantly weakened by this obstruction, their light dimmed and their volume reduced to less than a fifth of their original size, before they finally managed to pierce through the array.