After a frenzied assault, the ancient sword in the old Daoist’s hand finally calmed down considerably. It was clear that after such a prolonged failure to break through the demonic aura, the Nascent Soul of Lady Mu was likely beyond saving.
Upon hearing Qimiao Zhenren’s words, a fierce glint flashed across the old Daoist’s face. Without hesitation, he flicked his sleeve, and a small, earthen-yellow seal shot out, hovering above his head.
The treasure was square and smooth, its surface warm and jade-like, yet flickering between light and dark, revealing layers of golden and silver runes. Though the spiritual energy it emitted was calm and steady, it was also immensely powerful.
Han Li’s expression shifted slightly upon seeing it.
“Pingshan Seal!” A woman’s voice exclaimed in surprise.
Han Li turned his gaze and saw Lin Yinping covering her lips in astonishment, staring intently at the small seal.
This was indeed the replica of the legendary spiritual treasure, the “Pingshan Seal,” which he had once glimpsed at an underground auction. Though Han Li had left the auction early, he later heard that the treasure had fetched an astronomical price and was acquired by an unknown cultivator. He never expected it to end up in the hands of the Taiyi Sect.
This sect truly lived up to its reputation as the wealthiest and most powerful among the righteous factions.
Seeing the Pingshan Seal revealed, Qimiao Zhenren let out a wild laugh and raised a hand, flicking his finger toward the small drum in the air.
A dull *thud* echoed from the drum, and immediately, a crimson glow shimmered around it. Without hesitation, the middle-aged scholar flicked another finger, and with another muffled sound, the red light intensified and expanded further.
As the drumbeats continued, a red sun, resembling a setting sun, gradually materialized in the sky. Its blood-like radiance and the deep, rhythmic drumming made it clear to all that this red sun harbored terrifying power.
Meanwhile, the Pingshan Seal thrown by Xuanqingzi had already transformed into a small mountain over twenty zhang tall under the old Daoist’s incantations. Layers of spell formations and talismans densely covered its jade-like surface, while brilliant yellow mist swirled around it, making it appear like a celestial treasure.
The appearance of these two treasures immediately drew attention. Even the silver-glowing “Hua Tianqi,” sensing the overwhelming spiritual pressure, couldn’t help but glance at them with a flicker of surprise in his eyes before calmly closing them again.
The giant wolf on the altar also noticed this and paused, its expression turning grave.
“Tch! Do you really think two mere replicas can defeat this Sacred Ancestor? Dream on,” the wolf sneered, its eyes flashing coldly. It opened its maw, and a black light sphere slowly emerged, floating before it, pulsing ominously.
One after another, pitch-black beams shot from the wolf’s mouth, vanishing into the black sphere, which rapidly expanded to the size of a house before hovering above the wolf’s head.
The sphere was dark and unfathomable, exuding an eerie aura that sent chills down the spines of those who beheld it.
“Go!” Xuanqingzi barked, pointing solemnly at the giant seal in the air, initiating the attack.
The Pingshan Seal, radiating countless beams of yellow light, shot toward the altar like a meteor, followed closely by the crimson sun. Both moved with astonishing speed and power, effortlessly tearing through the demonic aura upon contact.
Though mere replicas, when used in tandem, their combined force rivaled that of a genuine spiritual treasure.
Seeing this, the giant wolf wasted no time. It spewed a stream of light into the black sphere above it, which trembled and emitted a low, roaring sound before hurtling toward the two incoming treasures.
As it flew, the sphere absorbed all the demonic energy in its path, growing even more formidable.
The three forces collided mid-air with a deafening explosion. Black, yellow, and red lights erupted, forming a towering wall of spiritual energy that split the sky into two distinct halves—one pitch-black like endless space, the other a dazzling mix of yellow and red, resembling a dreamlike realm.
At the boundary, thunderous clashes echoed, as if countless weapons were striking against each other. The black light and the yellow-red radiance pushed against each other, neither yielding.
But this balance lasted only briefly. With the wolf continuously channeling more energy into the black sphere, it gradually overpowered the yellow-red light, forcing it to retreat.
Xuanqingzi and Qimiao Zhenren paled at the sight. They hadn’t expected the demonized wolf to withstand their combined assault with sheer power alone.
As they frantically poured their spiritual energy into their treasures, exchanging alarmed glances, Han Li, observing the situation, suddenly slapped his waist. A three-colored light shot out, landing in his hand—the Three Flames Fan.
Taking a deep breath, he activated the fan, which rapidly expanded into a massive, several-zhang-long weapon. Though reluctant to engage the Sacred Ancestor’s avatar directly, he knew that if Xuanqingzi and Qimiao Zhenren fell, his fate would be sealed.
With a flick of the fan, a three-colored phoenix emerged, soaring toward the yellow-red light. Upon impact, the phoenix exploded into a dazzling halo, reinforcing the yellow-red radiance with golden and silver flames.
The tide turned instantly. The yellow-red light surged, pushing back the black energy toward the wolf.
Xuanqingzi and Qimiao Zhenren, though surprised, seized the opportunity, intensifying their attacks.
Han Li, drained from the exertion, quickly downed a drop of spiritual liquid, restoring his energy.
Suddenly, a piercing wolf howl echoed. Han Li looked up to see the giant wolf enveloped in blinding black light, its form obscured.
Before he could react, a silver barrier around him shattered as something struck him with terrifying speed.
“Master, dodge! That’s the Heavenly Wolf Drill!” Silvermoon’s panicked voice rang in his mind.
A figure flashed before Han Li—his hidden puppet—taking the brunt of the attack. Two strange daggers now protruded from its chest and dantian.
The wolf’s chilling voice echoed from the altar, “Interesting…”
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