"Do you not know of the spirit of the bottle? Hmph. It seems you must have little connection with that traitor. That's well—having recovered this bottle's shell is a pleasant surprise, after all. As for the spirit of the bottle, a mere being from the lower realm simply doesn't have the right to even know of it. Once I've searched your soul and captured you, I'll send you down to the ninth realm of the underworld." Ma Liang's face darkened, then settled into a cold smile. As he spoke, the small, emerald-colored bottle in his hand flashed and vanished, while the blood-red seal in the other hand was flung outward. With a series of "pfft" sounds, the seal shimmered and disappeared entirely, and eight rivers of blood descended from the sky, rolling into place before transforming again into eight five-clawed blood dragons, charging straight toward Han Li with fierce momentum. In Ma Liang's estimation, these eight dragons—each comparable to a fully perfected cultivator—were more than sufficient to handle Han Li and his companion. At the same time, the Crab Daoist's silver electric glimmers flashed in his eyes, rolled to the ground, and in a thunderclap, With a single powerful sweep of its two massive claws, the golden crab sent two thunderballs—each the size of a house—racing directly toward the two blood dragons. As it moved, the crab itself transformed into a surge of brilliant lightning and surged forward. Amidst the roaring thunder, the golden crab immediately engaged in battle with the two blood dragons. The Blood Dragon, witnessing this decisive plunge of its mouth, unleashed a brilliant column of blood-colored light that struck the massive body of the Coiled Dragon with perfect accuracy. Yet, as the light touched the Dragon's form, a flash of cold radiance rippled across its surface, and countless sword-like qi waves interwove and flashed, instantly severing the light column—leaving not a single mark of injury upon the Dragon's body. From afar, Ma Liang's expression subtly tightened, but before his mind could form any specific thought, the jade-green Coiled Dragon had already joined in a resonant roar, entangling itself with the Blood Dragon. In the space between them, thick clouds of blood mist surged, sword qi rippling in all directions. Within just two breaths, the Blood Dragon was torn apart into fragments by the jade-green one. Meanwhile, the other five Blood Dragons seized the opportunity, charging forward with thunderous roars, unleashing a wave after wave of blood-based spells and techniques. The jade-green Coiled Dragon showed no sign of fear. With a sudden, decisive movement of its great head, it swept its scales, releasing a fresh cascade of sharp, piercing sword qi, and rolled directly into the advancing assault. At that moment, the blood dragon that had just been torn apart reappeared, its form solidifying once more within the gathering blood mist, and surged forth with renewed fury. The azure coiled dragon, facing five blood dragons at once, though its sword qi was formidable, was soon wounded severely throughout its body. After employing a near-sacrificial effort to tear apart another blood dragon, it itself shattered into sparkling points of light under the relentless pressure of countless blood streaks. The remaining blood dragons were overjoyed, turning sharply to rush toward Han Li. Yet, upon seeing this, Han Li remained expressionless, pressing a hand seal. Instantly, the azure sword formation before him blurred and then vanished entirely. A moment later, as sword cries rang out beneath several blood dragons, the azure sword formation shimmered into existence once more, with a resonant dragon roar at its center. From within, a second azure coiled dragon surged forth, and within moments, was once again engaged in combat with the five blood dragons. Han Li remained motionless, as though effortlessly repelling five blood dragons, yet he had nearly drawn upon half of his inner spiritual power to maintain the integrity of the entire sword array. Although the Qing Pan Sword Array had grown immensely stronger with his advancing cultivation level, its power consumption had increased several times over compared to before. This was precisely why, despite Han Li's spiritual awareness and power surpassing those of ordinary late-stage cultivators, any ordinary late-stage cultivator attempting to command the array would be left utterly drained, with no remaining energy to activate any other techniques or treasures. Seeing this, Ma Liang raised his brows in frustration, pressed a hand seal, and suddenly began reciting words aloud. A thunderous roar echoed above Han Li, and countless blood-colored light halos gathered and coalesced into a spectral seal image the size of a mountain peak. As a wave of fundamental laws surged downward, the blood seal immediately began to press down with a thunderous roar upon Han Li. "Indeed, your true energy now is utterly unlike what it was before—you can no longer even cohere the other four Blood Spirit Puppet Giants." Han Li, instead of being surprised, grew delighted, laughing heartily. With a sudden flick of his sleeve, three small mountains soared forth, then swiftly converged into a resplendent tri-colored mountain peak. As Han Li uttered the character "expand," the tri-colored peak surged upward with the wind, rapidly growing into a towering mountain of ten thousand paces. At its summit, a brilliant aura of霞 light and a blood seal phantom flashed and collided. A thunderous roar, like the earth itself shifting, erupted in the sky. The tri-colored mountain plunged sharply toward the ground, yet it firmly resisted the descent of the blood seal phantom, holding it suspended in mid-air with no trace of movement. At the same time, the laws of nature radiating from the blood seal swept downward, enveloping the void beneath in a seamless dome. Han Li felt an intense cold surge within him, and his inner qi grew sluggish and momentarily unresponsive. Faced with this situation, Han Li did not show the slightest sign of panic. With a low cry, a cluster of emerald-green, sword-shaped light instantly appeared at his arm, followed by a sudden burst of法则energy radiating from within. A deep "pffft" sound echoed as the two streams of法则energy collided like two mighty waves, then instantly dispersed and vanished. Han Li's body trembled slightly, but his inner qi quickly stabilized. "The Yuanhe Five-Pole Mountain, a Heavenly Treasure!" Ma Liang was both astonished and furious. If it were his prime strength, how could a partially completed Five-Pole Mountain and a Heavenly Treasure have so easily withstood his Wanling Blood Seal? Now, with his true energy severely depleted, he could hardly unleash the full power of his blood seal. At this moment, as the immortal hesitated slightly, contemplating whether to exchange for another divine technique to launch an attack, Han Li simply extended his hand and made a sweeping gesture in the air. With a flash of azure light, a dark green wooden sword materialized before him. Taking a single step forward, the celestial bodhisattva form behind him surged forward and instantly merged into Han Li's body. Upon a single roar, a fearsome demonic deity towering over a thousand zhang, with three heads and six arms, materialized instantly in the void. This deity bore a single horn on its head, with six eyes glowing with silver light. Aside from one hand gripping a massive green-hued wooden sword that had likewise grown in size, the remaining five hands remained empty. This was precisely the third-stage transformation of Han Li's perfected Nirvana Saint Body. Clearly aware that ordinary divine powers or treasures would prove futile against this true immortal who had suffered severe depletion of vital energy, Han Li immediately summoned his most powerful reserve. From the moment he drew forth the Xuan Tian Zhan Ling Sword until the transformation was complete, it took only an instant. As the deity raised his wrist, the green wooden sword emitted a resonant hum, and a row of silver runes instantly emerged upon its surface. The very essence of the heavens and earth trembled, countless points of radiant hues appearing spontaneously and surging in a tidal wave toward the green wooden sword. From afar, Ma Liang observed the scene, his face darkening. Without hesitation, he shook his sleeve, and seven or eight silver scrolls shot forth. As they swayed in the wind, they transformed into seven or eight gleaming great weapons—great swords, great axes, great lances—then blurred into a sweeping sheet of cold light that surged toward Han Li. The emerald thread moved with such swift precision that it seemed almost like teleportation—reaching Ma Liang’s side in just two flashes. As it arrived, a strange, intense cold surged forth, making Ma Liang’s very blood feel as though it were nearly frozen solid. Ma Liang’s pupils contracted slightly, yet he made no sudden movements to evade. With a simple sweep of his sleeve before him, the blur resolved into a solid black shield now firmly in front of him. At the same time, he opened his mouth and expelled a slender, jade-white sword. At that very moment, a crisp crack echoed as the white sword shattered into fragments without any prior warning, while the墨green thread faded silently, vanishing without a trace. As the sword broke, Ma Liang's face turned crimson, and then, unable to contain himself any longer, he gasped and expelled a bright golden stream of blood. "You dare destroy my Zhuan Yuan Immortal Sword! I will not let you fall easily!" Ma Liang's face was filled with shock and fury, clearly astonished by the sudden destruction of the sword, and he spoke fiercely to Han Li. This small white sword seemed to be of great importance to him.