Behind the Kunwu Hall, a colossal loom surged through the air, its electric flashes shimmering like a silver dragon. Behind it, silver spheres and various spells rained down upon the loom in a relentless storm, yet upon touching the surface, they all shimmered with a golden and silver radiance and were firmly repelled. Indeed, the Day-Moon Loom, one of the Three Great Spiritual Looms of the human realm, stood firm against such fierce assaults, seemingly unable to be overcome at this moment. Inside the loom, Mu Lady fully commanded the vessel, desperately dodging the onslaught from behind. Beside her, a graceful woman clutched tightly at the Four-Phases Ruler in one hand, yet her face was pale, her eyes closed, clearly weak. It appeared that her vital energy had nearly been drained by the vigorous use of this celestial treasure earlier. "Qian, friend—do you truly intend to align yourself with these two demons? Our purpose in retrieving the treasures here is precisely to secure the peace of the human realm and to reseal this mountain," said Mu Lady, her astonishment and growing frustration evident as her inner energy steadily waned, each attempt to escape being thwarted by the three adversaries "Hmph. Stop talking about the safety of the human realm—do you think I'm a three-year-old child? When have I ever allied with any of these demonic youths? These two guests are merely displeased that you two attacked them. A mere Hall of Transcendent Immortals, daring to snatch their treasures right from their grasp! If you value your lives, hand over the items you've taken. And by the way, that jade measuring rod—is it merely a replica of a celestial divine treasure? Leave it to me." The voice of the old immortal, Qian, carried a sharp, scornful tone from the shadowy form. Upon hearing this, Mu Lady sighed deeply, knowing that any further words would be in vain. After all, in the eyes of the Ten Great Sects of the Celestial and Martial Orders, their own Hall of Transcendent Immortals had never truly been considered significant. Under the combined pressure of Qian's old immortal and the silver-winged night warrior, the Moon and Sun Sling began to dim in its radiance, gradually being pushed toward a corner of the hall. As Qian's face darkened with menace, preparing to deliver the final blow that would shatter the sling and end the two "Not good!" Whether it was the silver glow and purple mist or the blood shadows, both recoiled simultaneously, as if encountering venomous scorpions, retreating swiftly. Having suffered the consequences once before, the old demon Qian and the silver-winged yaksha spirits were absolutely determined not to let these white lotus beings come close. Seizing this brief respite, Bai Shi first darted back into the loom. The great loom then vanished from its original spot and instantly reappeared behind the old demon and others, swiftly heading toward the North Polar Yuan Guang. Meanwhile, the white lotus beings dispersed silently and effortlessly, proving to be mere illusions with no tangible substance. Seeing this, Qian the Old Demon and the silver-winged yaksha spirits were furious, realizing they had been outwitted, and immediately summoned their flight lights to pursue with renewed urgency. Yet it was already too late—both gold and silver great looms plunged deep into the North Polar Yuan Guang, their countless silver filaments shooting out toward this sacred treasure. However, upon touching the surface of the looms, these filaments were successively deflected back by a shimmering silver shield. Mu the Lady continued to press her palms in seals, constantly activating a silver The silver plaque shimmered brilliantly, radiating waves of dawn light, its magic manifesting as a luminous screen upon the giant loom. Beside it, the graceful young woman, having summoned her four-constellation ruler once more with the last of her remaining power, though only feigning strength, had been left trembling and utterly powerless. Worried, Mu Lady turned to her younger sister, her face filled with concern. "Senior sister, don't worry," the young woman smiled reassuringly. "As long as I rest and recuperate for several years, I'll be fine." "Indeed, I hope so. For you to now command the four-constellation ruler with your current level of cultivation—well, it's quite taxing." Mu Lady sighed helplessly. "But without this treasure, how could we possibly have seized the Dragon-Emperor Seal from the great master, Qian, despite his formidable presence? That Han fellow is truly cunning—he once obtained the artifact and immediately slipped away. Otherwise, he would have shared some of our burdens." The young woman expressed her frustration. Mu Fu Lady could only sigh with苦笑, her mind flashing simultaneously between the image of Han Li and that terrifying fan. Behind the massive loom, the blood shadows, golden light, and purple mist relentlessly pursued, all entering the Northern Yuan Guang together. The two female attendants of Mu Fu Lady were now both in a weakened state; if the Day-Moon Loom were truly so extraordinary, they likely would have been captured already. Thus, none of the three released their hold. However, as soon as they entered the Northern Yuan Guang, the elders of the Qing clan immediately sensed something was amiss. To their surprise, the two women within the silver loom managed to directly control the illusions and restrictions of the Northern Yuan Guang through their silver plaques. Though such illusions were not particularly formidable to them, they still provided a slight obstruction, allowing the Ling Loom to seize the opportunity and, with several swift movements, vanish into the dense network of silver threads, leaving no trace. Qing Lao Mo was furious, jumping up and down in rage. Meanwhile, the silver-winged night guard and the lion-fowl creature exchanged glances, then cast a rather unkind gaze upon Qing Lao Mo. The old demon immediately grew alert, coldly glancing at the two immortals, and said with courtesy, "Is it possible that you two intend to lay claim to my domain?" "Far from it! With your such vast powers, how could we possibly make such unwise moves?" The silver-winged night warrior hesitated slightly, as if even in alliance with the lion-beast, they could not easily secure victory against the old demon. He then chuckled lightly and said so. Immediately summoning the lion-beast, the two immortals swiftly employed their powers to break through a path and took flight, vanishing. At this moment, the old demon finally relaxed, just as he was about to soar straight toward the exit, his pace suddenly slowed, his expression shifting, his eyes flickering with intensity in the blood-red glow. "Who are you? Step forward!" the old demon roared suddenly. "Your brother, Han Li, truly is the Grand Elder of Yin Luo Sect—no doubt, a deeply rooted cultivator!" A calm male voice emerged from behind a stone pillar ahead. The figure stepped forward smoothly, and a young man emerged, radiating a faint, misty aura. "Han Li!" The old demon immediately recognized him, his eyes half-closed. "You've been here for some time, haven't you? Waiting especially for me," he said, his face tightening as he observed the protective aura surrounding Han Li, which effortlessly repelled the pure northern light. "It seems I don't need to elaborate further—your Dao friend has already grasped the essence. Simply, could your esteemed master provide me with a copy of the sealing spell for the soul—specifically, the incantation and technique used to dissolve it?" Han Li spoke calmly. "The Sealing Spell for the Soul? "This surprised the old dragon mage somewhat, but after a brief thought, he raised his head and burst into loud laughter. 'Though I don't know why you wish to learn this method for dissolving the seal, I suspect you'll never hear it from me,' he said. 'I already knew that—just a waste of words, really. Yet I couldn't help but try. After all, if I were to have the spines and essences of the ten great sect elders extracted and refined, I might not be able to stay in the Great Jin realm much longer.' Han Li sighed, speaking softly as if chatting with a neighbor. Upon hearing 'extracting spines and refining essences,' the old dragon mage's eyes narrowed momentarily, then flashed with sharp, sword-like brilliance. 'If you wish to extract my spine and refine my essence, then prove to me you have the ability. Summon your allies and come together—by yourself, a mid-stage Yuan Ying cultivator, you surely wouldn't dare make such a bold claim.' The old dragon spoke with remarkable composure. 'Then, since you've said so, let's also have Gui join us,' Han Li replied calmly, showing no concern at all. As soon as the words were spoken, the old demon moved aside behind another stone pillar, and a glow flashed. A woman in a blood-red battle armor stepped out, holding a staff in one hand, her expression impassive. "You? What benefits has this young man offered you that you've allied with him? I can offer you even greater rewards," said the old demon, first startled, then quickly thinking. "Agreed," the woman scoffed, sharply stabbing her black staff into the ground and glaring at him. "All I ask is your life. This demon has long been subjugated to Han Li, and is deeply resentful—she will certainly not treat the old demon kindly. " Upon hearing this, the old demon was furious inside, yet his face remained calm. He cast his awareness once more around, finally confirming that no one else was present. With only these two, he felt confident he could escape unharmed. After mulling it over in his mind, the old Dian mage said nothing more, his blood glow suddenly blazing bright, and in a flash transformed into a blood-like shadow that shot off to one side, completely intent on avoiding a fight with Han Li and his companion. Han Li, however, had anticipated this move all along. As soon as he saw it, he raised his hand without hesitation, and a dark ring materialized in his grasp, swelling rapidly in the wind. With a single hand, he seized the ring and gave it a gentle shake. Silver waves rippled out over a radius of several dozen zhang, and silver threads, humming softly, gathered in concentric circles around him, forming an instant silver barrier that sealed off the surrounding area tightly. Though the blood shadow, though formidable and seemingly impervious to harm, was startled by the dense network of light filaments and momentarily halted its flight. In that brief pause, the woman of mediocre grace raised her black staff in the air with decisive motion, and a solid wave of heavy staff strikes immediately materialized above the blood shadow, crashing down with force. Before the falling had even begun, a tremendous pressure surged upon him. Qian, the Elder Demon, felt his body suddenly tighten, as if ensnared by an invisible force that instantly immobilized him, leaving him utterly motionless. His heart stirred with alarm. (Second update!）