The next moment, a thunderous roar erupted from the cyan light cluster, and strands of cyan energy split off from it, transforming in a flash into massive wooden beams.
These beams were five to six zhang long, their surfaces emitting a faint cyan glow. They were incredibly heavy and as hard as refined steel. The moment they appeared in the air, they plummeted downward with a terrifying howl.
Below, Han Li remained expressionless at the sight. With a single-handed incantation gesture, a sharp whistling sound filled the air as countless cyan sword lights materialized. With a slight tremor, the sound of slicing air erupted—*chi chi chi*!
Every sword light transformed into razor-thin threads, weaving together into a colossal net.
As the translucent cyan threads flashed past, the massive wooden beams were shredded like paper. No matter how endlessly the beams poured down, they could not breach the cyan sword net.
As time passed, the sword net surged upward against the falling beams, step by step.
However, the cyan cloud clusters in the sky expanded further, and the beams that fell grew even larger—each now over ten zhang long, crashing down like countless black shadows.
Yet, the sword net was formed from Han Li’s seventy-two lifebound Emerald Swarm Swords!
At his current cultivation level, each sword was nearly equivalent to a spiritual treasure in sharpness. Despite the increased ferocity of the falling beams, they still could not withstand the cutting force of the sword threads.
After a series of deafening explosions, the sword net plunged into the sky, merging and splitting again, reforming into seventy-two cyan rainbows. With a flash, they pierced through the nearby cyan light clusters, churning them into swirling curtains of blades.
With a series of explosive pops, all the cloud clusters dispersed, swirling once in the sky before shooting back down and vanishing into the void.
Han Li hovered within the violet-gold halo, his gaze fixed unblinkingly on the sky.
Moments later, the scattered light beneath the dark clouds swirled and transformed into an azure hue, coalescing once more into blue light clusters.
These clusters were now more than twice their original size, and from within them came the soothing sound of flowing water. Torrents of water, like cascading waterfalls, surged forth—as if hundreds of white dragons were diving down, or as if the Milky Way itself had overturned.
Han Li’s expression flickered slightly. Without hesitation, he formed another incantation gesture.
Behind him, the three-headed, six-armed Dharma Form of the Sacred One suddenly opened its three mouths and spewed forth a torrent of silver flames. In a flash, the flames expanded into a sea of fire, engulfing the falling torrents.
As water and fire clashed, billowing white mist spread out, forming a vast fog that obscured everything.
Within the fog, visibility was zero—nothing could be seen, only the continuous *sizzling* of the mist rapidly expanding in all directions.
Han Li’s eyes gleamed sharply. With another incantation, the silver flames spewed by the thousand-zhang Dharma Form surged several times in intensity.
The rolling silver flames condensed, faintly taking the form of several fire dragons that clawed their way into the fog.
The next instant, thunderous explosions erupted!
Silver blossoms, each the size of a pavilion, bloomed within the fog before violently detonating. The expanding silver flames tore through the fog, dispersing it in mere breaths.
As the fog cleared, the silver flames, now under the control of the fire dragons, not only held back the torrents but also surged toward the blue light clusters at their source.
Given the terrifying power of the silver flames, the blue clusters would likely disintegrate upon contact.
But at that moment, countless silver arcs flickered across the surface of the clusters in the sky. With a sudden rotation, they began to wildly expand and contract.
Thunderous cracks resounded!
Each blue cluster shrank abruptly, slowly releasing water orbs the size of human heads.
These orbs appeared crystal clear yet viscous, their surfaces rippling with blue spiritual patterns that emitted a soft azure glow.
The moment they began to descend, a low rumbling erupted. The blue clusters themselves burst apart, vanishing into nothingness.
Han Li’s expression darkened drastically.
The next instant, the silver flames and fire dragons surged forward, engulfing the blue orbs in a sea of fire.
*Plop plop plop*—
Blue light flashed within the flames as the orbs emerged unscathed, completely unaffected by the silver fire.
“Thousand River Heavy Water!”
Han Li’s eyes flashed coldly. Without hesitation, he urged the Dharma Form into action.
The silver flames from the three mouths of the Dharma Form abruptly ceased. Its six arms clenched into fists and swung forward, unleashing a storm of golden fist shadows that shot skyward.
*Boom boom boom*—
Golden light erupted from the surfaces of the blue orbs as each endured dozens of consecutive fist strikes.
Yet, after the golden light faded, the orbs remained unharmed, continuing their descent.
Han Li was stunned.
The Dharma Form’s six arms moved again, its fists glowing brilliantly as they solidified into tangible forms, striking directly at the falling orbs.
A deafening explosion shook the void!
Countless golden suns burst into existence in the sky, their violent shockwaves transforming into gales that scattered in all directions.
When the winds subsided, the water orbs had vanished without a trace.
The Dharma Form stood firm, but its legs had sunk dozens of zhang into the ground, and half of its six arms were missing—destroyed along with the orbs.
Han Li’s heart chilled.
For the Dharma Form to be reduced to such a state spoke volumes about the terrifying power of the Thousand River Heavy Water.
With another incantation, golden light flowed over the Dharma Form, restoring its six arms.
But now, a massive crimson sun-like light cluster had formed in the sky—a single entity so vast it nearly covered the entire basin.
From within it, countless blazing white fire crows surged forth, their wings spreading as they transformed into fireballs that rained down.
Before they even landed, an unbearable heat, as if boiling the void itself, descended upon the basin.
Han Li narrowed his eyes. Though his body remained still, the Dharma Form opened its mouths again, spewing forth another sea of silver flames.
This time, however, the flames shimmered with crystalline light, radiating extreme cold. The Dharma Form had reversed the nature of its flames, turning them into a frigid inferno.
The next moment, white and silver flames collided, their opposing energies erupting between them.
The sky split along a straight line, dividing into realms of ice and fire, locked in a stalemate.
Han Li suddenly let out a long cry, pointing a finger into the void. Countless sword lights reappeared, merging into a single cyan blade over ten zhang long.
As he chanted and his hands formed rapid incantations, the blade swelled tenfold, transforming into a thousand-zhang colossus.
The Dharma Form’s three faces twisted into ferocious expressions as its two massive hands seized the blade and swung it skyward in a devastating slash.
A cyan streak split the heavens, the colossal blade passing through the clash of flames and ice to strike the crimson light cluster.
The red orb flickered violently before silently splitting in half. Molten lava-like flames gushed out, exploding into a rolling inferno.
The sea of fire below vanished with a thunderous roar.
But before the Dharma Form could retract the blade, the flames in the sky churned and transformed into a yellow mist, spreading wildly in all directions.
In moments, the entire sky turned murky, and from within the mist came the clanging of weapons—a chilling aura of warfare.
Han Li frowned.
Without hesitation, the Dharma Form swung the colossal blade again, cleaving the yellow mist in two.
Yet, the mist simply rolled back together, unaffected.
The thousand-zhang blade, formed from seventy-two Emerald Swarm Swords and wielded by the Dharma Form’s immense strength, had no effect!
Worse, the mist now echoed with the sound of war drums.
Within the churning yellow fog, countless gray, clay-like soldiers emerged—some riding beasts, others wielding sharp weapons. Their numbers seemed endless, as if an army of millions lurked within.
Han Li inhaled sharply, his mind racing for a solution.
Before he could act, the mist surged downward, bringing its countless soldiers with it.
His expression darkened.
The Dharma Form swung the blade repeatedly, each slash reducing the soldiers to dust.
Yet, as soon as the blade’s light faded, the mist reformed, and the soldiers reappeared, charging down once more.
Han Li’s pupils constricted.
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