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

On the battlefield, Li Hanshan's figure resembled a purple-gold war god.

With each exploding fireball, a Golden Core Yin Soul was scattered and its spirit vanished; with each slash of sword light, several Foundation Establishment Yin Souls turned to nothingness. His pure Yang fire seemed to be the natural enemy of these Yin Souls; wherever it passed, the Yin energy melted away like snow in hot water.

"That's the sixth one!"

"Another mid-stage Golden Core cultivator! Senior Brother Li has already killed six Golden Core Yin Souls!"

The disciples of the Hehuan Sect were stunned into silence. Golden Core Yin Souls were equivalent to Golden Core cultivators; normally, just one would be enough to give them a hard time. But Li Hanshan was different; he killed them as if cutting melons and vegetables, one fireball after another, one sword strike after another, clean and efficient.

The steward in charge of tallying battle merits had forgotten to count them. His mouth was agape, and he could barely hold the jade slip in his hand. Li Hanshan's battle merits soared from 10,000 points to 30,000 points, then to 50,000 points, and were still rising.

"Seven."

"Eight."

"Nine!"

Li Hanshan rode on fiery clouds, galloping across the battlefield. His spiritual energy was being consumed at a visible rate, and he had already consumed more than twenty Qi-replenishing pills.

The fragments of soul power from the Golden Core Yin Souls he annihilated did not dissipate into the air, but were drawn by an invisible force toward the Myriad Soul Banner in his storage bag.

Inside the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, Xiao An was sitting cross-legged.

She wasn't summoned by Li Hanshan, but instead lurked deep within the Soul Banner, quietly activating the Netherworld Record to absorb the fragments of soul power that flooded into the Myriad Soul Banner. These fragments of soul power became nourishment for Xiao An.

"Such pure soul power..."

Xiao An's soul solidified at a visible speed, and his cultivation level began to rise rapidly.

On the other side, the Yinming Sect Master stood beneath a massive banner of ten thousand souls, a cold smile appearing on his withered face.

He formed hand seals and chanted incantations. The runes on the Myriad Souls Banner simultaneously lit up, emitting a ghostly green light. The light grew brighter and brighter, becoming increasingly dazzling, until it finally transformed into a massive pillar of light that shot straight into the sky.

"Soul Banner Formation, activate!"

boom!

The entire sky darkened.

Countless beams of black light surged from the Banner of Ten Thousand Souls, spreading in all directions like a spider web. These beams of black light pierced through space, weaving together into a massive array in the void, enveloping the entire battlefield within a hundred miles.

The Yin energy surged wildly within the formation, its concentration increasing several times over in an instant. The scattered Yin spirits, nourished by the formation, reformed and became even more powerful than before. Low-level cultivators who inhaled the Yin energy turned pale, their spiritual energy circulation becoming sluggish.

Even more terrifying, a massive black vortex was slowly forming in the center of the formation. A chilling suction force emanated from that vortex, as if it wanted to pull in everyone's souls.

"Not good!" the Third Elder shouted. "Everyone, hold your breath and guard your consciousness! Don't let your souls be sucked away!"

But it was too late.

Several early Foundation Establishment disciples were caught off guard; their souls were forcibly pulled from their bodies, transforming into gray orbs of light that flew towards the black vortex. Their corpses fell limply to the ground, their eyes rolled back, dying with unfinished business.

The sect leader of the Hehuan Sect's expression darkened.

She flashed to the edge of the Myriad Soul Banner formation and raised her hand to strike. The immense spiritual power of a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator transformed into a black palm print, slamming heavily onto the light barrier of the formation.

boom!

The formation trembled violently, but did not break. The Yinming Sect Master sneered, "Sect Master, don't waste your energy. This Soul Banner Formation is set up with the soul power of thousands of Golden Core Yin Souls. Even if you are a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator, you can't break it with a single palm strike."

The sect leader of the Hehuan Sect narrowed his eyes, about to say something, when his gaze suddenly swept across the battlefield and landed on Li Hanshan.

Her eyes lit up slightly.

That old man was actually killing Golden Core Yin Souls? And he wasn't just killing one?

In fact, the sect leader of the Hehuan Sect had an impression of Li Hanshan.

At the last sect conference, when she scanned the entire venue, she noticed this old man with a somewhat strange aura. At the time, she only felt that his spiritual energy fluctuations were different from those of ordinary Golden Core cultivators, but she did not expect that he would actually have such combat power.

What surprised her even more was that Li Hanshan's pure yang fire seemed to have an extremely strong restraining effect on yin spirits. His efficiency in killing golden core yin spirits was higher than that of any other golden core cultivator present.

"This person's pure yang fire might be able to break through the foundation of the great formation."

The sect leader of the Hehuan Sect immediately used his divine sense to transmit his voice, which clearly reached Li Hanshan's ears.

"Li Hanshan, I order you to destroy the foundation of the Soul Banner Formation!"

Li Hanshan was locked in battle with a Golden Core Yin Soul when he heard the sect leader's voice, and his heart skipped a beat. He looked up and saw the Hehuan Sect leader hovering at the edge of the Myriad Soul Banner Formation, his face veiled in black gauze, obscuring his expression, but his deep eyes held an undeniable air of authority.

"Where is the array base?" he asked telepathically.

"The great formation has twelve array bases, distributed around the battlefield. Each array base is guarded by a late-stage Golden Core Yin Spirit, and there are also a large number of Yin Spirits protecting it. You only need to destroy one of them, and a gap will appear in the great formation. At that time, the sect master and the sect master of the Heavenly Demon Sect will join forces to break the formation through the gap."

The Hehuan Sect Master paused for a moment, then said, "This mission is extremely dangerous. If you are unwilling, I will not force you."

Li Hanshan was silent for a moment, then said, "This disciple is willing to go."

His military achievements have far surpassed those of others, and the position of the sect leader's disciple seems within his grasp. However, if he cannot play a crucial role in this war, the sect leader may not actually accept him as a disciple. Destroying the foundation of the Soul Banner Formation is a golden opportunity.

Moreover, he possesses pure yang fire, which is inherently effective against yin spirits. Who else but him could complete this task?

The sect leader of the Hehuan Sect nodded slightly, raised his hand, and sent out a beam of spiritual light that entered Li Hanshan's brow. The spiritual light contained the locations of the twelve array bases and the detailed structure of the great array.

"Go and return quickly. I will keep the Yinming Sect Master at bay and prevent him from interfering with you."

"yes!"

Li Hanshan flashed and rushed towards the nearest array base.

Hua Nongying and Yun Shuyue tried to follow, but he sternly stopped them: "Back off! This is none of your business!"

The two women exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with worry, yet they dared not disobey. They retreated to the flying boat, watching from afar as Li Hanshan's figure disappeared into the tide of ghosts, their hearts pounding in their chests.

Qin Muyue also noticed Li Hanshan's movements and frowned. What is this old man going to do?

Leng Yue's silver-gray eyes flickered slightly, as if she were thinking about something.

Quasi-Holy Son Song Qingyun and Ouyang Ming also saw Li Hanshan rushing towards the array base, and their expressions differed. Song Qingyun snorted coldly, seemingly thinking that the old man was overestimating himself; Ouyang Ming, on the other hand, seemed thoughtful, a meaningful smile appearing on his lips.

The Third Elder's gaze fell on Li Hanshan, a sinister glint flashing in his eyes. If this old man could truly destroy the array's foundation, the sect leader's acceptance of him as a disciple would be a certainty. At that point, it would be as difficult as ascending to heaven for him to harm this old man.

"Damn old man."

The Third Elder gritted his teeth, but there was nothing he could do. He dared not lay a hand on Li Hanshan in front of the Sect Master.

Li Hanshan ignored the stares. His entire attention was focused on the array base in front of him.

It was a stone platform several meters high, surrounded by black soul banners, each bearing countless twisted faces struggling and wailing. In the center of the platform, a gigantic Yin spirit hovered in mid-air, its body swirling with an impenetrable Yin aura, its aura clearly that of a late-stage Golden Core cultivator.

Around the stone platform, dozens of Foundation Establishment stage Yin spirits patrolled, densely packed and impenetrable.

Li Hanshan took a deep breath, and his Pure Yang Meridian began to circulate rapidly. The purplish-gold Immortal-grade Golden Core in his dantian burst forth with dazzling light, and Pure Yang Qi surged out like a volcanic eruption, condensing into a layer of purplish-gold flame armor around his body.

"kill!"

He moved like lightning, rushing towards the array base. Purple-gold flames burned around him, and wherever he passed, the yin spirits scattered.

Those Yin spirits in the Foundation Establishment stage couldn't stop him at all. Upon touching the pure Yang fire, they melted away like snow in hot water, turning into wisps of black smoke and dissipating into the air.

In the blink of an eye, he rushed to the stone platform.

The ghostly spirit at the late Golden Core stage suddenly opened its eyes, its eerie green ghostly eyes fixed on Li Hanshan, and let out a deafening shriek.

Its claws grew larger and reached for Li Hanshan's heart.

Li Hanshan neither dodged nor evaded; pure yang fire condensed in his palm, transforming into a purple-gold flame sword, which he met head-on with the Yin spirit's claws.

boom!

The flames and the malevolent energy collided violently, exploding into a blinding burst of light.