Chapter 1064: Patriarch Ao Xiao

The object that shattered the golden light curtain transformed from the protective shield was a milky-white orb the size of a broad bean, crystal-clear and translucent. It turned out to be the condensed and materialized divine sense of the Yuancha Sacred Ancestor.

The sheer amount of divine sense required to achieve this was unimaginable. No wonder this demonic avatar could casually strike down even tenth-level demon beasts and late-stage cultivators without resistance.

Han Li was inwardly horrified. The Three Flames Fan in his hand shimmered with a tricolored halo as the surging flames instantly condensed into a fiery shield floating before him. The shield was adorned with swirling golden, silver, and red runes, exuding an air of profound mystery.

Without hesitation, Han Li opened his mouth and spat out a small cauldron enveloped in azure light. Almost simultaneously, the golden light curtain finally collapsed completely, and the milky-white orb flashed toward the tricolored fire shield. With a thunderous boom, the shield shattered without offering any resistance. The tricolored flames had no effect on the orb, which plunged straight into the azure light.

The small cauldron within the azure light trembled, releasing countless azure threads that wove into a net. The orb, upon striking the net, was forcefully halted amidst chaotic flashes of azure light.

Han Li’s face lit up with joy, while the demonic avatar froze, its eyes blazing with purple light as it fixed its gaze on the Void Heaven Cauldron.

Xuan Qingzi and the Corpse Bear were stunned. They had assumed Han Li would meet the same fate as the Silver-Winged Nightfiend and others—instantly exploding to death. Xuan Qingzi even held a pale-yellow Dimensional Breach Talisman in his hand, contemplating whether to risk breaking the spatial barrier to escape. However, he hesitated, fearing such an action would immediately provoke the demonic avatar’s attack.

Meanwhile, the small fox transformed from Silvermoon had already darted to “Hua Tianqi’s” side. A silver glow emerged from the white fox’s body and vanished into “Hua Tianqi” in a flash.

“Hua Tianqi” shuddered and froze mid-air.

“Interesting. You actually blocked my divine sense attack. Let me see what treasure this is!” the demonic avatar remarked indifferently before raising a hand toward Han Li in the distance and pressing down.

A deafening *zi-la* sound echoed as a massive black palm, as large as a small mountain, materialized above Han Li’s head and descended silently.

A chill ran down Han Li’s spine. Thunder roared behind him as he prepared to use Thunder Evasion to escape. However, as silver light flickered behind him, he felt the air around him solidify. Black tendrils emerged on his body, immobilizing his Wind Thunder Wings completely.

Han Li was shocked, finally understanding why none of the earlier demonic creatures, despite their mastery of evasion techniques, had managed to escape. With no other choice, he channeled his remaining divine sense into the Void Heaven Cauldron. Countless azure threads shot upward to intercept the black palm. Simultaneously, the humanoid puppet beside him raised its hands, unleashing a verdant streak intertwined with golden arcs toward the descending hand.

Though the azure threads from the Void Heaven Cauldron were incredibly resilient, Han Li had only mastered the first layer of its control technique, limiting its power. The threads merely slowed the demonic palm before snapping apart.

The verdant streak struck the palm, piercing a hole several feet wide with golden arcs flashing. Yet, the hole vanished instantly as black light flickered.

The demonic palm ignored the attack and clenched Han Li’s body with crushing force. With a *bang*, azure light flashed as Han Li’s body exploded.

The demonic avatar smirked in satisfaction, loosening its grip before reaching for the Void Heaven Cauldron.

But at that moment, thunder roared as a silver arc flickered wildly, teleporting out from under the demonic palm and reappearing dozens of feet away. The figure that emerged was none other than Han Li, though his face was deathly pale, his spiritual energy severely depleted.

The remnants of his “corpse” under the demonic claw shimmered with azure light, dissolving into motes of spiritual energy that coalesced into a dimmed azure talisman—the “Transformation Spirit Talisman” Han Li had obtained from the Heavenly Talisman Sect.

Though Han Li had tempered the talisman within his body for years, he was far from fully refining it. However, with the aid of the Spirit Suppression Talisman and the talisman’s wood affinity, he had barely managed to activate its power at the cost of his spiritual energy, using it as a decoy to escape death.

This turn of events left the others dumbfounded.

The demonic avatar sneered and raised its hand toward Han Li again, fingers slightly curled.

Han Li’s heart sank. With all his treasures expended, he had no confidence in surviving another attack. Gritting his teeth, he poured his remaining energy into the Void Heaven Cauldron, causing it to expand to a massive size, shielding him. Golden arcs and purple flames surged around him, forming a protective barrier.

The humanoid puppet flashed before him, merging its hands as multicolored radiance swirled around it, transforming into a defensive treasure.

The demonic avatar’s purple eyes flickered with disdain as it flicked its fingers.

Yet, at that instant, several silver streaks flashed before the demonic avatar, followed by bursts of white light—its divine sense attack had been intercepted.

The demonic avatar paused as a graceful figure materialized in the void between it and Han Li. The woman had long silver hair, pointed ears, and wore a cold expression as she glared at the demonic avatar.

“Who are you…?” the demonic avatar asked, visibly surprised.

“Silvermoon!” Han Li blurted out, staring at her back.

The silver-haired woman turned her head slightly, revealing an exquisitely beautiful but emotionless face. Her pitch-black, luminous eyes held a strange familiarity for Han Li.

She stared at him blankly before suddenly raising her hand and slashing downward.

Han Li instinctively dodged.

A blinding silver light cleaved through the air, narrowly missing his shoulder. His protective barrier of Divine Devilbane Lightning and Purple Extreme Flames was effortlessly split apart, offering no resistance.

A chill ran down Han Li’s spine as his expression darkened.

“I am the eldest princess of the Silvermoon Clan—Linglong. You know full well what you did to my split soul. Call me ‘Silvermoon’ again, and I will kill you,” she said icily.

Though unharmed, Han Li’s face twisted with unease.

Ignoring him, Linglong turned back to face the demonic avatar.

“Silvermoon Clan! What is your relation to Ao Xiao, that old wolf?” the demonic avatar asked unexpectedly, narrowing its eyes instead of attacking.

“Ao Xiao, the Demon King, is my grandfather,” Linglong replied flatly.

“You’re his granddaughter?” The demonic avatar frowned, clearly taken aback.

“You know my grandfather?” Linglong’s expression shifted slightly.

“Know him? Not exactly. But we clashed twice during the invasion of the Spirit Realm. I respect his Howling Moon Demon Art,” the demonic avatar replied slowly.

Linglong arched an eyebrow but remained silent.

“Since you’re his descendant, I won’t bully the weak. You may leave, but you must swear on your grandfather’s name not to interfere with my split soul’s affairs in this realm,” the demonic avatar said, its tone softening. Evidently, the Yuancha Sacred Ancestor feared Ao Xiao.

“Let me leave? Yuancha Sacred Ancestor, you overestimate yourself. If your full divine sense had descended, I might have fled. But with only a tenth of your power, why should I?” Linglong retorted coldly.

The demonic avatar’s face darkened.

“A mere late-stage Deity Transformation junior without a body dares to be so insolent! Even a tenth of my divine sense is enough to annihilate you. Since you refuse, prepare to perish!”

Enraged, the demonic avatar thrust its hand toward Linglong. A sharp *chi-chi* sound echoed as countless crystalline rays shot from its palm, filling the space with dazzling brilliance.

Without hesitation, Linglong opened her mouth and spat out a small, pitch-black disk. As it expanded slightly, tiny starlight dots emerged on its surface, radiating mystery. The crystalline rays veered toward the disk as if drawn by an invisible force, vanishing into it. In moments, the dazzling spectacle was gone.

“The Reverse Star Disk?!” the demonic avatar exclaimed in shock.

Far away, the Ten-Thousand-Year Corpse Bear guarding “Hua Tianqi’s” empty shell stiffened, its eyes gleaming with greed as it stared at the disk.

Xuan Qingzi and Qimiao Zhenren, who had been stunned since Linglong’s appearance, exchanged glances upon hearing the disk’s name, their expressions shifting to avarice.

“What is your relation to the Four Great Demon Kings? Only they and the Three Human Sovereigns possess the Reverse Star Disk!” the demonic avatar demanded fiercely.