I'll make you the furnace and the cauldron, so you can refine Yin and Yang and prove the Great

"What?!" The laughter of the extraterrestrial demon abruptly stopped.

It could sense that the space inside the main hall had changed.

The lit runes intertwined, weaving an invisible net that covered the entire hall. This net was incredibly familiar to it—for eight thousand years, it had been suppressed beneath this jade pillar by this net, its cultivation level worn away inch by inch!

Now, this net has been lit again in the hands of its prey.

"No—what did you do?!"

"Nothing much." Blood seeped from Li Hanshan's seven orifices, his hands tightly maintaining the hand seal, his smile twisted into a grotesque grin. "I just want to borrow that 'net' you rely on for your livelihood."

The space is locked.

Within this grand hall, within this network of demon-suppressing magic—it cannot escape.

But Li Hanshan knew in his heart that this was not enough.

Locking the space simply prevents it from moving.

What he wants is to kill it.

This demon-suppressing formation, which could grind a Dao-Merging Heavenly Demon to the late stage of Void Refinement after eight thousand years, relied on far more than just locks—it was a millstone. But how fast the millstone grinds depends on the person grinding it. What was the cultivation level of the predecessor who set up the formation back then? Now, with his weak foundation at the mid-stage of Void Refinement taking charge, it's like a child trying to push a mountain; it takes a tremendous amount of effort to get it to turn once.

He had already figured it out from the previous few exchanges—this formation could trap it, but it couldn't wear it down.

To speed up this millstone, we need to increase its "fuel".

What salary?

The fuel to overcome evil—pure yang fire, innate lightning power!

Li Hanshan bit his tongue, spitting a mouthful of blood onto the sword. The silver-purple lightning patterns on the broken sword suddenly exploded brightly. He then thrust the sword into the ground with a backhand motion, and lightning spread wildly along the veins of the runes—

In an instant, the entire formation shone with a brilliant silver-purple light.

The net that locked the void became a prison of thunder.

"Awooo—!!"

The extraterrestrial demon let out a scream that was not human.

Its mist-like body was originally the best means of escape—but now, the mist-like body has become the best conductor. Silver-purple lightning surged wildly inside and outside its body, its movements visibly slowed down, its wounds could no longer heal, and even the speed at which its demonic core moved was firmly stuck by the dense lightning.

It was driven to a dead end.

But a demon from beyond the realm, who had lived for countless millennia and whose existence even the Yao Guang Sect could not destroy on the spot, revealed its most primal ferocity in the face of dire circumstances.

"A mere Thunder Prison—you think you can trap me?!"

It pounced wildly, no longer dodging, letting the lightning scorch its body inch by inch. Its two pitch-black arms were like two demonic spears, trading injury for injury, fighting life for life.

The broken sword, wreathed in flames, cleaved into its charred body; its sharp claws also tore through Li Hanshan's protective flames time and again, leaving deep, bone-revealing wounds on his body.

Li Hanshan also had to be distracted—his left hand formed a hand seal, using his primordial spirit power to continuously supply lightning to the entire Thunder Prison.

To do two things at once.

He traded one injury for another.

If this continues, he'll definitely be the first to die.

But this was the moment he had been waiting for.

With every breath it spent in the Thunder Prison, its cultivation was worn away, and its wounds became charred black—it was more anxious than him. Its only way to survive was to devour him before it was ground to death, seizing this body that possessed pure yang fire and innate lightning power.

Therefore, it will definitely get close to him.

for sure.

The opportunity has arrived.

The extraterrestrial demon pierced his left shoulder with a claw, pinning him to the jade pillar. Its single eye, almost touching his face, burned wildly.

"So what if the space is locked?! So what if it's a Thunder Prison?! You think this can kill me?! The difference between the late-stage and mid-stage Void Refinement realms can't be bridged by a single broken formation—"

"I didn't intend to kill you with the formation."

Li Hanshan grinned, blood trickling down his chin.

"I want you to—grab me."

The moment he finished speaking, he didn't struggle; instead, he grabbed the demonic arm that had pierced his shoulder.

Using one's own flesh and blood as a starting point—

The innate lightning power flowed through his own meridians and directly into the body of the extraterrestrial demon!

The pure Yang fire exploded with a roar.

The Fiery Lotus blooms for the second time.

This time, however, it was intimate. It was zero distance. It was a lotus of flame, embracing him at an instant, a perfect 360-degree view!

"Awooo—!!!"

The extraterrestrial demon let out a heart-wrenching roar. It wanted to retreat, to dissolve into mist, to abandon this mangled body and let its core escape—

The space is locked.

The lightning net stuck to the magic core.

It had nowhere to retreat and nowhere to escape.

"Sword of Divine Soul—Rise!!"

A sudden burst of silver light erupted from between Li Hanshan's brows.

A small, transparent sword with star-like patterns silently pierced through the void—the moment the magic core was stuck to its spot by the lightning net, it couldn't escape—

"puff!"

The sword of the soul went straight to the core.

The Sword of the Soul acts on the soul level without passing through physical space—can you defend against space, but you can defend against the soul?

"It's over." Li Hanshan uttered in a low voice, as the pure Yang fire flowed along the blade of the Divine Soul Sword and poured entirely into its core—

Just then, something unexpected happened.

A wisp of lingering, dark light shot out from the disintegrating body, faster than the soul and the mind, and went straight into Li Hanshan's brow!

Li Hanshan's smile froze on his face.

He stood frozen in place, like a statue cast in molten iron.

—In the sea of ​​consciousness.

The moment that lingering resentment rushed into the sea of ​​consciousness, it revealed its final fangs.

It had no intention of dying.

It wants to seize this body! It wants to possess this body that possesses the origin of the void and the pure yang fire!

After the battle at the cemetery, Li Hanshan knew that the extraterrestrial demons had a final trick up their sleeve—they would not truly perish. Even if only a wisp of their will remained, they would still burrow into the bodies of living people, becoming something akin to a demon in one's heart, gradually leading the host to demonic possession and the complete destruction of their foundation.

Lu Zhantian, who lived eight thousand years ago, was taken down by this very move.

In the end, that Mahayana master had no choice but to self-destruct.

Now, the lingering remnant that rushed into his sea of ​​consciousness was not a fragment of a burial mound that was barely clinging to life—it was the true remnant of an extraterrestrial demon who was in the late stage of the Void Refinement realm and had once merged with the Dao!

It was stronger than he had imagined. It surged forward, tearing wildly through his sea of ​​consciousness, heading straight for the core of his primordial spirit in the center—the deepest part of his sea of ​​consciousness, where Xiao An's sleeping aura lingered peacefully. His lingering will had no time to spare; it had only one chance and only one target.

Before the core of the primordial spirit, silver-purple lightning patterns suddenly lit up.

"That's exactly what I've been waiting for!"

Li Hanshan's primordial spirit opened its eyes and formed a hand seal—

The pure Yang fire ignites within the primordial spirit.

boom--!!

Golden flames exploded in his mind, burning everything from the inside out. The Pure Yang Fire was his only means of restraining the extraterrestrial demons, and also his most dangerous—this fire burned not only his enemies, but also himself.

The primordial spirit twisted in the fire, and the lingering remnants screamed in the fire.

It charged and bit wildly, nearly breaking through the sea of ​​fire several times—but the sword of the soul had somehow returned to the sea of ​​consciousness, its tip hovering before the primordial spirit, motionless, like an insurmountable chasm; the lightning patterns were like a bone-deep affliction, clinging to it tightly, no matter how it tore at it, it could not shake it off.

"You should have thought of this when you came in—"

Li Hanshan's consciousness sneered amidst the flames.

"We can't get out of here."

Take a breath.

Two breaths.

Three breaths—

The agonizing screams faded away.

"The aura of the void... the aura of origin..." It stared intently at the primordial spirit shrouded in flames, its voice growing softer and softer, "What exactly are you...?"

No one answered it.

Under the dual onslaught of the pure yang fire and the silver-purple lightning patterns, that wisp of remnant life force from the late stage of the Void Refinement realm ultimately could not withstand the fourth breath, and like a candle flame being extinguished, it completely dissipated in the sea of ​​fire.

boom.

outside world.

The massive body of the extraterrestrial demon began to disintegrate from the inside. The black mist receded like a tide, revealing its core—a fist-sized, pitch-black crystal core that slowly rotated.

The demonic core of the extraterrestrial demon.

Something that eight thousand years of suppression could not erase.

Li Hanshan walked over and was about to reach out to pick it up when, deep within his sea of ​​consciousness, the long-dormant Void God Seed suddenly—twitched slightly.

It was like someone who had been starving for a long time smelling the aroma of food.

"...You want this too?"

Li Hanshan stared at the demon core, remained silent for a long time, and then suddenly grinned.

"Put it in the account first."

"We'll talk about it when we get back."

He stored the magic core into his Yangwen space, then plopped down on the ground, panting heavily.

Only he himself knows how close he came to winning this battle.

The wound on his left shoulder was so deep that bone was visible; thirty percent of his meridians had been eroded by the black energy; the two strikes from the Divine Soul Sword had almost drained all of his divine soul power—and the final strike of pure yang fire, which burned his primordial spirit, had burned him from the inside out. This was a method of killing enemies, but also a method of self-harm.

If he had slowed down even half a breath, he would be the one lying on the ground now.

"Late stage of Void Refinement..." He wiped the blood from his face and muttered to himself, "Three minor realms short, I almost died here."

"It seems that the debt that has piled up to three layers—it's time to pay it off properly."

After resting for a while, he stood up, leaning on his broken sword, and looked up into the depths of the main hall.

The main hall fell silent once more. The runes of the demon-suppressing array slowly dimmed, and in the deepest part of that newly gathered darkness, a door stood silently, beyond which lay a profound and mysterious abyss.

Behind the door lies what the Yaoguang Sect truly wants to hide.

"Girl." Li Hanshan gripped his broken sword and walked inside step by step.