"A single maternal corpse-阴 thunder is insufficient to now break the remaining seals of this array." The San-quan Daoist furrowed his brow, offering a reminder. "Of course I know this, Daoist—please observe!" Huang Yuan flipped his hand once, and three round beads, each the size of a thumb, appeared in his palm. Uniformly gray and white, they were threaded with fine veins of blood, appearing most unusual. "There are no less than three corpse-阴 thunder! Indeed, you've invested heavily in this journey." The San-quan Daoist was first startled, then immediately beamed with satisfaction. "Now, proceed. Since Bu-Ming has already broken the other party's secret technique, this person may very well arrive shortly." Huang Yuan, however, spoke decisively. "Rest assured—having these three corpse-阴 thunder, breaking the remaining seals will be accomplished in an instant." Upon hearing this, the San-quan Daoist burst into laughter. Then, he opened his mouth and exhaled three tokens of different colors, gently touching each with his hand. Three tokens instantly swelled up turbulently, rising to towering heights of a zhang. The Daoist raised his hand, pressing a seal; behind him, the three massive serpent heads opened their mouths simultaneously, spewing out three streams of light of different colors that vanished instantly, each merging into one of the tokens. The three massive tokens now resonated loudly, countless characters shimmering across their surfaces before spinning and coalescing into dense arrays of slender flags—each about a zhang long—numbering several hundred. Each flag was translucent, glowing with radiant hues of dawn light, and faintly bearing a trace of law-like power. Huang Yuanzi, standing atop the pavilion, blinked slightly, and from the three originally still-gray and white spheres in his palm, one trembled and shot forward toward the front. "Being able to detect my presence at such a distance is indeed quite impressive, far surpassing the average of a Mahayana cultivator. However, judging solely by that single strike, my cultivation level still falls far short of that of the Queen Spider of the Shurō Spider Clan. I'm not sure whether she might also possess other secret techniques or divine powers." After murmuring these words, Han Li performed a simple hand motion, and suddenly a pale golden scroll appeared in his hand. He raised it with one hand, and the scroll instantly transformed into a beam of golden light, vanishing into the void. Then he stood still, motionless, as if quietly awaiting something. "Brother Han, it truly is you! Hurry away! My master is currently enduring a celestial crisis. There are three senior cultivators outside the valley, attacking the protective spell array. If they become involved, our master will surely perish. As for this communication seal—it was entrusted to me by Yuan Yao earlier. She is now assisting her master in withstanding the crisis and cannot attend to anything else." The beautiful woman's voice first expressed delight, then quickly turned anxious, urgently shouting at Han Li. "It's truly Master Qingyuan undergoing the crisis. In that case, I might even have to..." Han Li smiled slightly, adding a few words of explanation. But before he finished speaking, three thunderous explosions suddenly rang out from the distant valley area. Three massive, gray-white suns, each with a diameter of a thousand li, surged upward from the ground, their gray halos transforming into vast tidal waves that surged outward in all directions. Near Huiyang, countless immense luminous banners flickered into being, then burst forth with dense streams of light filaments. Where these streams passed, one after another, the monstrous ghost shadows with fierce, grim faces were pierced through and turned to ash. The blood-colored mist that had previously been invisible behind them vanished instantly. "It's impossible! The first Tiansha Array has been broken so swiftly—how?..." Yanli's voice grew filled with growing alarm, and the golden glow around her seemed affected as well, flashing wildly before finally bursting into fragments. Her words faltered abruptly. Han Li frowned at this development, glanced toward the valley, and then, without hesitation, pressed a hand seal. As his body's evanescent light surged, he transformed into a streak of jade-green light and soared upward. With the sound of rushing air, the jade-green streak flashed several times and swiftly traveled over thirty li, appearing near the valley. When the azure light faded, Han Li materialized steadily in the sky, then swept his gaze downward. At that moment, the three gray suns had already dissolved and vanished, and the surging waves of gray-white energy, still carrying a scorching warmth, rolled away. Huang Yuan and the other two Great Transcendents now appeared, hovering above the pavilion, gazing up at him with attentive scrutiny. "Then, I hope you'll kindly excuse yourselves and withdraw for now," said Han Li with a gentle smile, speaking calmly. "Count on my face. As for what you think of yourself, and what you believe we three to be—my feud with Qingyuan Zi is deep and unyielding. Whoever dares to disrupt my affairs today, I shall wipe out!" Huang Zi burst into rage, his eyes flashing with fierce determination. "As to the nature of your grievance with Qingyuan Zi, I won't inquire. But should you three continue to press your attack, I may have no choice but to step in and absorb some of the blows myself," Han Li replied calmly. "Very well. Very well. I shall see how you, standing alone, manage to handle us three at once. One final piece of advice: if you now choose to step aside, you may remain unharmed. Should you insist on fighting, however, and the conflict escalate, you may find yourself falling here—then regret it deeply." Huang Zi's expression shifted several times before he grew stern and delivered a sharp, threatening tone. "Only when the clash begins will it become clear whether I can handle all three of you." "If you truly have the skill to bring me down, then I shall accept it." Han Li spoke with calm ease. "Then, go ahead and die," said Huang Yuanzi, his facial muscles twitching slightly as he spoke with fierce determination. Amidst the hazy void, Han Li stood motionless, his figure straight and unwavering. Yet, several zhang behind him, a vague form gradually solidified into a towering figure, who then retreated in a series of firm steps, backing up over a dozen paces before steadying himself with a slight wobble, his face filled with shock and fury—clearly the giant "Immortal of Unyielding Might." Huang Yuan's gaze toward Han Li grew even darker, yet suddenly he uttered a single word—“Act!”—and with one hand he swept through the air, instantly causing a series of sharp hissing sounds. Countless yellow threads erupted from his body and shot toward Han Li with the force of rushing wind. At the same time, the San Quan Daoist remained silent, then silently chanted a series of incantations before also launching his attack. As the young Daoist raised his hands, a ripple of energy surged from his head, revealing three ghostly images of serpents of different colors. Then, as his neck thickened and suddenly extended forward, the three forms swiftly transformed into three plumes of green vapor. Immediately afterward, a surge of wind and clouds rose above Han Li’s head. Three massive serpent heads flashed into view, opening their wide, blood-filled mouths and then biting down forcefully toward the ground. Before they even made contact, a strong, pungent odor of blood and decay rushed toward Han Li. It seemed as though everything had been prearranged between Huang Yuanzi and the San Quan Daoist. The towering giant, upon being driven back, immediately emitted a surge of black aura from his body, his form swelling turbulently and expanding into a massive, mountain-like presence. With a fierce roar, he lifted one massive foot and brought it down directly upon the spot where Han Li stood. The foot, the size of a house, was uniformly dark and lustrous, resembling steel poured into shape. As it descended, countless shimmering golden patterns appeared on its surface, and a wave of terrifying, universe-shattering energy surged forth. After failing to strike Han Li unexpectedly, Huang Yuanzi and the other two Ma-level cultivators simultaneously launched a coordinated assault upon him. It appeared they had intended to deliver a decisive, crushing blow to Han Li in the first strike. Han Li sighed lightly. With a mere sweep of one hand before him, a hazy luminous veil materialized instantly. Without uttering a single spell or incantation, a flash of golden light from behind revealed a colossal, three-headed, six-armed phantom, which then swayed and expanded to a height of dozens of zhang. As the six golden arms extended, they transformed into countless fist-images, surging forward and crashing into the massive feet with blood-gushing mouths.