A tremendous roar echoed. At a distance of ten zhang from the young man's body, a vast crystalline wall shimmering with seven hues materialized suddenly. As the ball of blazing sunlight crashed onto it with a roar, countless arcs of jade-green light burst forth and spiraled around it, and several clusters of sunlight exploded, rising with immense force as if to tear and consume everything around them completely. Yet, in the face of such overwhelming power, the seven-hued crystal wall merely flashed slightly before calmly absorbing the impact—undisturbed, it reached even the black-robed young man standing behind, leaving him untouched. At that very moment, the sky suddenly darkened, and a colossal, nearly translucent jade hand tore through the void, emerging. This hand was smooth and luminous, with countless golden runes flowing continuously across its surface. As it extended its five fingers and grasped downward, the entire sky trembled, enveloped by an indescribable force. "Crack!" A ripple spread out thousands of zhang away, and a large man, his immaterial embryo, stumbled as he materialized from the void. The Yuan-Embryo, which had already fled so far, was suddenly jolted and forcibly pushed out of its spatial teleportation—its seamless transition broken—by an unexpectedly powerful force that emerged at that moment. As soon as the Yuan-Embryo materialized, its face was a mixture of shock and fury. Before it could even begin to cast another spell to re-enter the void, the vast hand in the sky blurred slightly and then, with an eerie precision, reached directly to the Yuan-Embryo’s head. A finger, towering like a colossal pillar, merely lightly touched it. With a soft "puff," the Yuan-Embryo burst into fragments without even uttering a sound—completely unable to withstand the slightest touch of that finger. After drawing in the scattered luminous points that had formed the Yuan-Embryo, the great hand then waved gently in the wind and dissolved into nothing, as if delighted. The young man in black robes raised his hand once more, and the crystalline wall before him shattered and vanished as if it had never existed. Yet strangely, he did not simply step away, masterful over the blood river beneath him. Instead, he turned and glanced in the other direction, then said softly, "This performance has lasted so long—perhaps it's time for you two to make an appearance." But at that direction, everything remained still and silent, with no sign of movement or disturbance. "Hmph! Wine served, yet not drunk—now you're serving the penalty!" The young man in black robes, seeing this, arched his brows sharply, and with a seemingly casual gesture, pointed a single finger. A flash of red light appeared in the sky, and a streak of crimson lightning descended, rippling the surrounding space with its electric surge. "You've known we were here all along," a surprised voice suddenly emerged from the seemingly empty void. Then, a shimmer of clear, cold light passed through, and a man and a woman stepped forth, one in front of the other. Both were clad in white robes, yet the man on the left bore silver and gold spiritual patterns etched along either side of his face, his features strikingly similar to Han Li. The woman, on the other hand, was beautiful and coolly elegant, with porcelain-like skin that exuded an almost unearthly coldness. These two were none other than the white-robed man transformed from the six-winged frost centipede, and the ice phoenix who had been compelled to accompany him. They should have been far away on the Thunder Continent, yet somehow had also arrived at Xue Tian. "With just this level of concealment magic, you expect to evade my notice? That's quite a miscalculation of mine. Indeed, you two are quite impressive—both of you possess true spiritual mutations of ice-element origin. Such rare traits are uncommon even in the Immortal Realm. Well, since I'm in a good mood today, I'll spare your lives. From now on, you shall serve as my spiritual servants. I've been lacking two assistants on my journey down to the mortal realm." The young man in black robes glanced at them briefly, his eyes flickering with a touch of surprise, yet his tone remained calm and composed. You are a true immortal from the upper realm. That's impossible. Since ancient times, all the face realms have lost contact with the true immortal realm. How could true immortals still reach the lower realms directly?" Even though the young man, transformed from the six-winged frost centipede, was naturally reserved and thoughtful, he could not help but gasp in astonishment upon hearing the other's words. The Ice Phoenix, upon hearing this, also looked deeply surprised, her expression filled with doubt and bewilderment. "Hmph. All the face realms? It's only your small group of realms that have truly severed ties. As for the true immortal realm, they are certainly capable of reestablishing communication with your group—only the cost is too high. Those people simply refuse to undertake such endeavors that yield no return." The young man in black robes scoffed, showing little conviction. Upon hearing these words, the six-winged frost centipede felt a deep sense of awe within himself, and with the earlier observation of the other's astonishing feats—such as effortlessly defeating three high-stage cultivators—he now believed, more than half, that the other was indeed a true immortal. Yet, no matter how prestigious the other party might be, he would absolutely never agree to have them serve as a similar "spirit companion" to his own spirit beast. "I'll give you ten breaths to consider," the black-robed young man said with a chuckle, "if you don't agree by then, hehe…" As the six-winged frost centipede's expression shifted between uncertain and gloomy, he delivered his threat. "No need for ten breaths—I can already give you my answer now. You shall serve as my spirit servant. Don't dream it up! Even if you kneel now and bow three times, there's absolutely no chance at all." Upon hearing this, the young man who had taken the form of the six-winged frost centipede paused briefly, then suddenly spoke with a sharp, mocking tone. "What did you just say? Daring to tell me such words?" The black-robed young man was stunned, his face instantly turning pale with shock, and a surge of fierce, sky-reaching aura erupted from his body, spreading out in all directions. The void nearby, upon being drawn into this surge of malevolent energy, began to warp and blur, with delicate white streaks suddenly emerging as if the very space were about to be torn apart. Seeing this, the six-winged frost centipede moved without a word, raising her arm and delivering a powerful blow to her own chest—immediately spewing out a cluster of blue, luminous blood along with a single radiant, translucent orb. As soon as the orb emerged, a wave of light enveloped it, transforming it into a pair of shimmering, feather-like wings that instantly attached themselves to its back. At the same time, the centipede shook her sleeve, seizing the ice phoenix beside her, rolled it over, and instantly morphed into the original form of a snowy, frost centipede. Not only did it now possess three pairs of wings, but a fourth pair—formed from the orb—appeared spontaneously on its back. With a swift motion of its eight wings, the snowy centipede shot forth like a streak of white light, vanishing in a flash, leaving only the faint, distant sound of rushing air trailing behind. Such an astonishing form of evasion left even the young clad in black robes momentarily stunned, yet he quickly regained his composure and remarked, "Still foolish! Do you truly believe this technique will allow you to escape my grasp?" As soon as he spoke, the river of blood beneath his feet surged upward, rushing violently toward his body, and within mere breaths, it completely vanished into him. Suddenly, a surge of energy erupted within him—now even stronger than before. The young man flicked his sleeve, preparing to summon a secret technique to pursue the intruder. But at that very moment, a sharp "pfft" sounded, and countless golden-purple characters materialized spontaneously around him, spinning rapidly before coalescing into a radiant golden seal that surged directly toward him. The young man's face paled, yet for some inexplicable reason, he remained rooted in place, neither stepping back nor moving. A thunderclap from the clear sky! A deep purple and golden glow surrounded him. As his body trembled, the terrifying aura he had radiated suddenly vanished entirely. At the same time, the young man in black robes grew paler, spitting out a clutch of pale silver essence blood; only then did the purple and golden light on his body grow hazy and fade away. Then, he raised his face and gazed deeply toward the direction where the six-winged frost serpent was fleeing. In a calm, quiet tone, he murmured a few words. "Though this is merely a small interface, the pressure exerted by the entire realm's power is still beyond my ability to withstand. Even if I summon only two or three tenths of my magical strength and half of my divine abilities, it would be impossible for these two lower-tier spiritual creatures to escape from me. After all, a blood sacrifice takes several months to complete. So, while I have this time, I'll enjoy playing with you both. I simply hope these two puppets have good escape skills, so I can enjoy a few more days of ease and comfort. The young man in black robes grew colder as he spoke the final words, then shook his great sleeve, causing a seven-colored祥cloud to rise beneath his feet and carry him forward, his break-of-sound trailing behind. Though his speed of movement was not particularly swift, he seemed remarkably composed... Two days later, within a hastily constructed, rough cave deep inside an unnamed small mountain, a man and a woman sat face to face, both in meditation. They were the Six-Winged Frost Serpent and the Ice Phoenix, now known as the man in white robes. After a while, the Six-Winged finally opened his eyes, exhaling a dense, white, cold mist. The Ice Phoenix, sensing the change, also stirred and lifted her gaze, studying him before asking with a touch of complexity, "Have you recovered the true energy you expended earlier? The flight technique you used—something even a typical Great Master would find difficult to maintain—was surely no ordinary feat. It's remarkable that you managed to obtain such a rare artifact from somewhere unknown, enabling you to transform into a four-winged being. Otherwise, you would have been unable to escape the hands of that person at all." "Hmph. These years of my deep immersion into the wild frontier haven't been in vain—I've secured several significant opportunities. To think I'd again serve as a mere servant to others, even a True Immortal, is simply unthinkable. As for my true energy, you needn't worry; I still harbor the pure yin star qi I recently absorbed. This current shortfall will quickly be restored. However, if I had been able to locate the primordial yin clan's hidden sanctuary earlier, mastered their method of communicating with celestial forces, and attained a true, perfected form of my own, then even a True Immortal descending upon them might not be able to overpower me." Six-wings emitted a sharp breath, her eyes flashing with cold resolve. "That's all due to your unfortunate fortune. Who could have predicted that the primordial yin clan, which has resided on the Thunder Continent since ancient times, would suddenly decide to relocate the entire clan to the Blood Sky region? Had you not tirelessly pursued them until now, you'd likely still be unable to achieve your goal. Nevertheless, relying on this alone to challenge a True Immortal—well, that's still dreaming." The Ice Phoenix's expression fluctuated for a while before she spoke coldly. "A fully potent True Immortal would naturally have no hope at all. However, if a True Immortal body descends directly, it will be suppressed by the interface's power—only managing to unleash about three-quarters of their strength would be considered good, at best, equivalent to a slightly superior True Spirit. As for why I cannot handle him—well, if I were given just a few more centuries, I could... But he has come again! He's come again!" Six Wings had just spoken calmly when her face suddenly changed, and she gasped in surprise.