Chapter 2034: Yellow Turban Puppet

**Volume Ten: Battle of the Demon Realm**

A surge of Sanskrit chanting sounds erupted, and countless silver runes poured forth from the net. In an instant, they conjured illusory giant stars that plummeted directly downwards.

A thunderous roar resounded!

Everything within a radius of a dozen miles was completely engulfed by a dazzling silver light.

The spiritual energy of heaven and earth in the void instantly became incredibly violent. Furthermore, streaks of gray hurricanes shot up directly into the heavens from the void, sweeping everything nearby into their vortex and grinding them to dust.

From within the giant silver net, earth-shattering explosions resounded intermittently, but the true situation was completely obscured by the dazzling spiritual light, making it impossible to discern anything clearly.

The golden-robed youth controlled the entire giant net with one hand, while his other hand was clasped behind his back, as he floated high in the air. He seemed utterly relaxed, as if completely unconcerned about the demise of the three Holy Spirits.

After the time it takes to brew a cup of tea, the roars within the silver net gradually subsided, eventually becoming completely silent.

The youth's gaze shifted. After sweeping his spiritual sense downwards, a cold sneer suddenly appeared on his face as he pulled back his five fingers clutching the silver net.

With a "whoosh" sound!

The giant silver net instantly shattered inch by inch.

The hurricanes, silver light, and other phenomena vanished in a flash, disappearing without a trace from thin air, as if everything just now had been nothing but an illusion.

However, the towering mountain peak below was now noticeably shortened by half its height compared to before.

And in the ruins at the top of the shattered mountain peak, three objects emitting a faint glow quietly hovered in the low air.

These were a silver ancient mirror about ten feet in size, a half-withered green bamboo over ten feet tall, and a hazy green orb of light.

The golden-robed youth's face lit up with a hint of joy the moment he saw these three items, and he flicked his sleeve downwards.

A streak of silver mist flew out, sweeping up the three items into the air, and after a few flashes, they landed in the youth's hand.

"Indeed, not bad," the golden-robed youth mumbled with a look of satisfaction after carefully examining the items in his hand. "As long as I erase their consciousness and then properly refine them back home, these three treasures might just be barely usable."

"However, just these few items aren't quite enough. If I could acquire a few more, that divine ability of mine might be somewhat usable," the youth muttered to himself after putting the items away. He paused slightly, then continued, "But I heard that the Spirit Clan also has a Grand Ascension stage expert guarding them. Given my current condition, dealing with them would require considerable effort."

After his expression flickered between uncertainty and resolve for a while, he suddenly made a decision with a hum. Then, golden light flashed around his body, and he transformed into a dazzling golden streak, piercing through the air and departing into the distance.

The vicinity of the shattered mountain peak instantly became empty. No active figures appeared anymore; everything seemed unusually quiet.

However, about half an hour after the youth left, a hum suddenly emanated from the peak, and a red light unexpectedly flew out from a pile of rubble.

This ball of light was only the size of a fist. After a flash, it stopped in mid-air, revealing a crystalline purple eye-shaped object within.

After rotating several times in the air, the eye suddenly fixed its gaze on the direction the golden-robed youth had fled, and then stopped moving.

This object was clearly a magical artifact controlled by someone, and it had even evaded the golden-robed youth's senses, indicating its extraordinary nature.

The purple eye suddenly started to rotate, then its entire body began to flicker on and off, yet not a single sound was emitted.

Making everything appear incredibly strange.

Almost simultaneously, in a golden palace situated amidst a sea of clouds an unknown distance from this location, a white-haired, youthful-faced old man sat on a dark wooden chair, staring at a white crystal ball floating before him, his face uncommonly grim.

On the surface of the crystal ball, lifelike scenes were slowly shifting, displaying precisely the scene of the golden-robed youth defeating the three Holy Spirits, and faintly, some voices could be heard.

When the old man heard the youth utter the words "Spirit Slaves," his expression suddenly changed several times, but with a flicker of his gaze, it immediately returned to normal.

But as the crystal ball's image changed, displaying the silver giant net that the golden-robed youth had just unleashed, the old man suddenly sprang up from his chair and let out a low roar:

"The Soul-Snatching Heavenly Net! It's actually this item! Impossible! Even if he truly descended from the Immortal Realm, he couldn't have brought something like this down."

This old man was clearly no ordinary person, but when he uttered the words "Soul-Snatching Heavenly Net," his face involuntarily twisted with malevolent resentment.

"No, wait, this is just a replica," he corrected himself. "Otherwise, under the suppression of this treasure, how could it have taken so long to disperse their three illusory forms? Yes, it shouldn't be the true Soul-Snatching Heavenly Net!"

After the old man clearly saw everything that developed afterwards, he suddenly realized something, and his expression relaxed considerably. He then clasped his hands behind his back and paced back and forth in the room.

"However, even if it's just a replica, it seems to have an extraordinary effect in suppressing our Spirit Clan and cannot be underestimated," he mused. "This person, whether he truly descended from the True Immortal Realm or not, since he possesses such an item, he must absolutely not be allowed to leave our Spirit Clan alive, not even a single step. However, if he truly is from the Immortal Realm, completely eliminating him might not be possible. It seems only by using *that* item can we completely suppress this person." After pacing back and forth several times, he suddenly stopped, muttering these words in an exceedingly grim tone.

Then the old man turned, sat back down on his chair, and fell into deep contemplation, his eyes flickering.

In the Human Race territory, within a mountain range bordering the regions controlled by Sacred City and Tian Yuan City, a faint green rainbow was darting and streaking through the air, covering hundreds of feet with just a few flashes.

Its incredible speed was simply breathtaking.

Suddenly, the direction of the green light changed, and it descended diagonally towards a hidden valley below.

With just a flash, the green light suddenly appeared beside a large grayish-white boulder below. Then the light converged, revealing a green-robed figure.

This person had an ordinary appearance, young in age, seemingly just over twenty years old, yet possessed a composed and serene demeanor. It was none other than Han Li, who was originally supposed to be in Tian Yuan City.

For some unknown reason, he had unexpectedly appeared in such a place at this time.

After Han Li's eyes briefly swept the surroundings, his gaze suddenly narrowed, staring intently at a seemingly ordinary giant tree nearby without blinking.

"Hehe, what keen eyesight you have. This humble one knew this little trick couldn't fool Fellow Daoist Han's senses," a pleasant female laugh came from within the giant tree. Then, after the entire giant tree blurred, it surprisingly transformed in a twist into a yellow-robed giant man several tens of feet tall.

And beside the giant man was a beautiful young woman wearing a five-colored feathered robe, who was smilingly observing Han Li, but a hint of surprise was clearly visible in her eyes.

"So it's Fairy Ye," Han Li said, his eyes flashing as he clasped his fist with a smile towards her. "I apologize for not noticing your arrival sooner. My respects."

This woman was precisely the Old Ancestor of the True Spirit Family, the Ye Family. Han Li had met her once before at the Myriad Spirits Platform gathering, and her divine abilities were unfathomable, seemingly not inferior to those of the Old Ancestor of the Long Family.

Therefore, Han Li dared not be negligent.

"This humble one only arrived a few hours earlier," the feathered-robed maiden chuckled softly. "I had originally intended to play a small joke on fellow Daoists with this newly acquired Yellow Turban Puppet, but Brother Han saw through it with a single glance. It seems there are still some issues with the refinement of this puppet." She then lightly patted the yellow-robed giant man beside her with her jade-like hand, which emitted hollow "thump-thump" sounds.

This giant man, who looked identical to a real person, was actually a refined human-shaped puppet.

"Fairy Ye, you jest," Han Li replied with a faint smile. "Even if this puppet has no flaws in its transformation, how could it possibly deceive our senses?"

"If it were other puppets, it might be possible," the feathered-robed maiden said, blinking her eyes before smiling sweetly. "But this puppet of mine comes from the hands of Old Man Mugu; he personally guaranteed me that its transformation art could very likely deceive even Integration stage cultivators. Yet, I didn't expect it to fail the very first time I used it on a fellow Daoist. It seems he was exaggerating. However, speaking of which, Fellow Daoist Han's advancement to the late Integration stage seems to be true, not just a rumor!"

"Han indeed encountered some fortunate opportunities in previous years and fortuitously advanced to the late stage," Han Li said with a light cough and a noncommittal expression. "However, when it comes to true divine abilities, how can I compare to a fellow Daoist like Fairy Ye, who has such profound foundations?"

"Hmph, Fellow Daoist Han actually dares to try to fool me with such words!" the feathered-robed maiden retorted impatiently, rolling her eyes. "I've heard that even the avatar of a Demon Race Sacred Ancestor and another late-stage Demon Race Venerable met their end at your hands in a single battle. With such divine abilities, how can you still claim to be comparable to this humble one? Isn't that statement too dishonest?"

"Those are just some exaggerated rumors," Han Li chuckled awkwardly, vaguely deflecting the comment. "Han was able to slay those two demon overlords in that battle primarily because other fellow Daoists lent their aid. Otherwise, I had only just advanced to the late stage; how could I possess such great divine abilities?"

"Hmph, do you think I'd believe that?" the feathered-robed maiden said, pouting and looking completely unconvinced.

Han Li simply smiled without speaking.

Seeing that Han Li didn't want to say more, the maiden no longer pressed the matter. After clapping her hand and retracting the Yellow Turban Puppet, she then tsk-tsked and said to Han Li:

"When Brother Han and I last met, Fellow Daoist had only just advanced to the Integration stage. Now, merely a few hundred years later, you've advanced to the late stage. Such a progression speed is a bit too monstrous. It seems if the demonic tribulation hadn't erupted at an inopportune time, the Sacred Island emissaries would have likely already found Brother Han and invited you to join."

"Indeed, Han has also heard a little about that," Han Li replied calmly, though unsure of the woman's true intention. "I heard that on Sacred Island, not only have the purest spiritual veins of both the Human and Demon races been transplanted, but countless rare materials and spiritual medicines are also stored and cultivated. If one could join, they would indeed benefit greatly."

"Then, does Brother Han know that Sacred Island itself is half a Profound Heaven Supreme Treasure," the feathered-robed maiden said, her expression sobering as she slowly added, "and it is the last legacy ground for our two races to continue our bloodlines?"