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

The beast tide engulfed the demon like a raging torrent. The serrated teeth of the giant shark tore at his tattered protective aura, and the venom of the sea serpent corroded the Yin energy around him with a hissing sound. At the same time, more than a dozen demonic birds swooped down, their iron beaks pecking at his body, tearing off chunks of flesh and blood shrouded in black mist.

The demon screamed as he was slammed into the sea, sending up waves dozens of feet high, turning the seawater a murky black color with his blood.

Li Hanshan stood in mid-air, the little beast on his shoulder still crouching, the tuft of golden fur on its forehead emitting a faint golden light, maintaining control over the beast tide.

Hundreds of Nascent Soul demonic beasts did not stop attacking, wave after wave rushing towards the sea where the demon fell, their claws, fangs, and demonic arts taking turns to stir up the sea.

The sect leader hovered beside Li Hanshan, her black dress fluttering in the sea breeze.

She didn't make a move, but her gaze remained fixed on the churning sea. Her peak Nascent Soul level divine sense was like a taut string, ready to respond to any unexpected changes at any moment.

"He's not dead yet," Li Hanshan said in a low voice.

His divine sense, at the Nascent Soul level, penetrated the seawater and the beast's shadow, allowing him to clearly perceive that although the demon's life force had weakened to the extreme, it had not dissipated.

The core of that Yin Sha still lingered deep in the sea, curled up like a poisonous core wrapped in layers. Although its surface was riddled with holes, its core remained sturdy.

"The life force of a Nascent Soul cultivator won't be so easily exhausted." The sect leader's voice was calm, yet tinged with solemnity.

Her premonition was soon confirmed.

A low, almost inaudible hum suddenly came from the depths of the sea.

The buzzing sound seemed to emanate from the deepest part of the earth's crust, piercing through the seawater, waves, and roars of beasts, penetrating directly into the eardrums of every living being present. Li

Han Shan felt a sudden jolt in his mind, as if his soul had been gripped by an invisible hand, and a tearing pain shot through his brain.

The demonic beasts that were besieging the demon lord also stopped at the same time. Their movements froze in an instant, and confusion and fear appeared in their scarlet eyes. Then—the dozen or so Nascent Soul demonic beasts closest to that sea area exploded without warning. Their heads were as if they had been shattered from the inside by an invisible force, and their flesh and bones exploded into countless fragments, mixed with black blood and bone fragments, which rained down on the sea like a storm.

One head, five heads, ten heads, twenty heads...

The demonic beasts exploded one after another in an instant. The giant shark at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage didn't even have time to scream before its several-zhang-long head suddenly tilted to the side, splitting open in the middle with a neat slit, as if it had been cleaved in two by an invisible sharp blade.

Its body twitched twice before slowly sinking into the deep sea.

The little beast suddenly stood up from Li Hanshan's shoulder, its tuft of golden hair on its forehead flashing wildly, trying to regain control of the situation.

But this time, the golden light was crushed as soon as it spread out by a stronger, colder, and more ancient force surging from the depths of the sea.

The little beast let out a sharp, mournful cry, its tiny body trembled violently, and blood trickled from the corner of its mouth.

Deep in the ocean, the core of that Yin energy suddenly exploded.

A completely black phantom rose from beneath the sea, breaking through waves several meters high, and hovered in mid-air.

The phantom had no physical form; it was like a humanoid silhouette formed from a thick, impenetrable black mist. Its features were indistinct, with only its eyes flickering with eerie green flames, like two ghostly lamps burning in the dark night.

The aura emanating from that phantom was more than ten times stronger than that of the previous demon.

Li Hanshan felt a vast and icy pressure, like a tangible mountain, pressing down on his soul.

Although his Nascent Soul level divine sense did not collapse under this pressure, it was still unable to move, like a bird trapped in an iron cage.

A sharp pain came from the depths of the nascent soul, and the golden light on the surface of the divine infant flickered violently, as if it was being subjected to invisible pressure.

"His primordial spirit..." the sect leader's voice was forced out through clenched teeth, trembling unusually, "He's burning his primordial spirit..."

A cultivator in the early stages of the Nascent Soul realm cannot have their primordial spirit leave their body for extended periods, as each departure will cause significant depletion to the primordial spirit.

But once it leaves the body, it becomes true Nascent Soul power, enough to crush any Nascent Soul cultivator.

Although Li Hanshan's divine sense had reached the level of the Nascent Soul stage, it was ultimately just divine sense, not the primordial spirit.

His cultivation level was still only at the early stage of the Nascent Soul realm, and under the suppression of this primordial spirit power, even raising his hand became difficult.

"Is this what it means to become a Nascent Soul cultivator?"

This was the first time Li Hanshan had truly experienced the power of a god.

The previous Nascent Soul demon, having suffered severe injuries, did not even use his primordial spirit as a powerful weapon in his battles with the sect leader and the others.

Now, once it's used...

That was the decisive blow!

The phantom slowly coalesced, and a withered, distorted face emerged from the black mist, a crazed smile playing on its lips. Its voice, hoarse as if grinding rust, carried an air of superior composure: "Youngsters, you have caused me such great loss. Today, I will make amends with your very souls."

He raised his hand, and the black mist condensed into a giant palm, gently grasping the nearest Nascent Soul Peak demon beast.

The monster was as if it had been clamped by an invisible iron clamp. Its massive body struggled violently in the air, letting out a short, mournful cry. Then—its entire body suddenly contracted, flattened, and shattered, as if it had been crushed into a piece of waste paper by an invisible giant hand.

Flesh and bone were squeezed out from between the fingers, like dried fruit pulp, turning into a blurry mass of flesh that fell into the sea.

The little beast let out a sharp cry, and its tiny figure leaped off Li Hanshan's shoulder, transforming into a white light as it pounced towards the illusory figure.

Its speed was astonishing, and the golden hair on its forehead burst forth with an unprecedentedly dazzling light, like a golden meteor crashing into the black mist.

The phantom merely waved its hand lightly.

The little beast bounced back as if it had been hit by an invisible wall. Its tiny body tumbled several times in the air before crashing into Li Hanshan's arms.

Its snow-white fur turned gray, the tuft of golden fur dimmed considerably, more blood foam spilled from the corner of its mouth, and its dark eyes were filled with pain and anger, yet it could no longer even stand steadily.

"Don't act impulsively."

Li Hanshan held the small beast in one hand and channeled pure yang energy into its body, but he only felt a cold yin energy flowing back into the beast's meridians. If it weren't for its special constitution, this attack would have been enough to kill it.

Within the soul banner, Xiao An's voice echoed in Li Hanshan's sea of ​​consciousness: "Senior, I—"

"Don't come out."

Li Hanshan transmitted his voice through divine sense, his tone leaving no room for doubt: "His current state is beyond the capabilities of a Nascent Soul cultivator. Coming out here will only be suicide."

The sect leader stood in mid-air, her black dress clinging tightly to her body under the pressure emanating from her primordial spirit, making it difficult for her to even breathe.

She watched as the illusory figure slowly drifted towards her, each step carrying a ripple that distorted space. The seawater within a radius of several hundred feet surged outward, forming concentric circles of ripples that spread outward, as if the entire sea surface was retreating.

"Little baby."

The phantom stopped in front of the sect leader, its eerie green ghostly eyes looking down at her with a mocking tone, like a cat playing with a mouse, "You are at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage. If I devour your soul, my cultivation will be restored in no time."

The sect leader didn't speak, but stared intently at the illusory figure, his fingers secretly pinching a dark light in his sleeve.

The illusory figure turned to Li Hanshan, a deeper greed appearing on its face, which was shrouded in black mist: "As for you, junior. I have lived for over a thousand years and have never seen a living divine infant. If I can refine your divine infant, my primordial spirit will not only be restored to its peak, but I might even have the opportunity to advance further."

He slowly raised his hand, and the giant palm formed from the black mist pressed down on Li Hanshan's head with an irresistible majesty: "Be good and don't move. Let this old man take your divine infant. The more fiercely you resist, the more painful your death will be."

That surge of primordial spirit power was like the entire sky collapsing, suppressing Li Hanshan's Nascent Soul level divine sense to the point of almost freezing.

The divine infant trembled violently in its dantian, and the pure yang energy was compressed into a golden fireball, like a candle flickering in the wind, which could be extinguished at any moment.

The phantom giant hand had already landed three inches above Li Hanshan's head.

The little beast trembled slightly in his arms. Xiao An desperately tried to break free from the suppression by activating the Netherworld Record within the Soul Banner, but he couldn't even penetrate the surface of the Soul Banner. The sect leader clenched the dark light in his sleeve, wanting to make a move, but he was suppressed by the power of the primordial spirit and couldn't even take a step.

A cruel smile spread across the phantom's lips: "Die."

The giant hand, carrying an aura of world-destroying destruction, descended upon Li Hanshan's head.