This is a well-connected cavern, though the exact size remains uncertain. After carefully examining the surroundings with a piece of moonstone, Han Li reached this conclusion. When the tunnel collapsed and stones and earth fell, Han Li swiftly expanded his protective shield. Though he was eventually buried deep underground amid a series of tremors, he managed to regain some breathing room and mobility. However, the terrain shifted so dramatically during the quakes that Han Li lost his sense of location and orientation. With no choice, he released several lizard-shaped automaton beasts, sending them out in multiple directions to dig simultaneously, hoping one of them would uncover a path forward. At that moment, he deeply regretted not having learned earth-walking technique earlier; otherwise, with just a simple spell, he could have moved freely through the earth. Now, he had to slowly crawl along behind the tunnels the automata were creating. As for the idea of using his magical tools to clear a path, Han Li only briefly considered it—definitely not something he would actually implement. Without a clear sense of direction or one's current location, it would be unwise to casually waste or squander magical energy. Moreover, using enchanted items within the earth and stone is extremely hazardous—just one misstep and the collapse could be triggered again. Thus, Han Li always first controlled several puppet beasts, thoroughly surveying the surrounding area before selecting the most promising direction to proceed. After such monotonous, steady progress spanning several hours, he finally reached this unfamiliar stalactite cave, and the constant tension in his mind finally eased. The feeling of having survived a disaster is truly wonderful! Han Li glanced back at the cave through which he had crawled, knowing that others must have likewise survived the tunnel collapse. Yet it remained uncertain whether they could find a path through the mud and debris. In a completely sealed space, even a Foundation Stage cultivator might not endure for long, and Disciples at the Qi Stage were likely to fare even worse. Yet, despite his relief, Han Li was somewhat puzzled! How could it be that just shortly after they had entered the tunnel, a tunnel collapse and an earthquake had occurred? Was it the work of the magical sect members? Han Li felt this speculation was very likely true. It's truly ridiculous to waste a rare scroll for such a reason! But who could blame them—after all, they're the only daughter of the Master of the Magmatic Flame Sect! Heh, as a guardian of the Heavenshield Sect, he should probably just leave them be. With that thought, the elder could only silence himself. Not long after, the group of magicians who had completely destroyed the spiritual mineral mine took off, gradually fading from sight. A day later, seven sects hidden far away in a vast medicinal cultivation garden were attacked by the same group. All the herbs destined for medicine and elixirs were plundered, and even the young seedlings were completely incinerated by Qingyang's magical fire. This incident immediately captured the attention of the upper echelons of the seven sects. In comparison, the attack on the spiritual mineral mine where Han Li was stationed seemed trivial. After all, while the mine could be restored within a few months, the herbs stolen and burned could not be replaced within several decades. The senior figures of the seven sects were furious and dispatched elite cultivators specifically to pursue and eliminate them. Unbeknownst to them, along the way, they were intercepted and ambushed by reinforcements from the opposing side, suffering a minor setback. With such repeated defeats, the seven sects could no longer remain silent—they now felt compelled to regain their strength and launched a fresh wave of large-scale engagements against the six sects. They were slightly taken aback when they saw Han Li and the two puppets standing beside him. However, as Xuan Le smiled, ready to speak, a sudden, piercing cry came from the other direction, causing everyone's expressions to shift and revealing surprise. Xuan Le and Lü Tianmeng exchanged glances and, without pausing to ask Han Li anything, immediately hurried toward the source of the sound. Of course, they ensured that all defensive spells and artifacts were activated and maintained vigilance at all times—no one dared to be careless. Han Li hesitated briefly before finally drawing out the white phosphorus shield and slowly following them. He did not cast any defensive spells on himself, but instead activated both the Lightness Technique and the Wind Mastery. He always believed that in narrow spaces, speed was more crucial than defense. When they passed through three or four large caverns and arrived at a much larger stalactite cave, they were instantly stunned by what they saw. In the center of the cavern, a luminous white spider several zhang long was devouring a body marred with blood and flesh, its tattered white robes indicating that the deceased had been a disciple of the Yan Yue Sect who had escaped burial alive. Scattered nearby were a few damaged magical artifacts. What drew more attention, however, was a simple, ancient hexagonal teleportation array clustered among the piles of raw spiritual stones. On one side of the array, a five-colored skeletal figure sat cross-legged, floating three feet above the ground, holding a glowing blue token that radiated a gentle luminescence. "What is this?" a cultivator at the Qi stage cleared his throat and asked dryly. No one knew whether he meant the strange spider, the teleportation array, the skeleton, or the token—naturally, no one answered him. Perhaps his voice had startled the spider. The creature paused its feeding, lifting its head to gaze coldly upon the group of newcomers who had just entered the cavern. This made Han Li and the other cultivators alert, prompting them to take immediate defensive postures. Yet after gazing at them for a moment, the strange beast lowered its head and continued feeding on the corpses, completely ignoring the group—leaving everyone stunned! "Die!" One disciple from Yan Yue Sect, perhaps moved by sympathy for his fellow monks who had perished in the spider's jaws, suddenly raised his hand and launched a fiery, dart-shaped artifact toward the creature. This startled Lü Tianmeng and the more seasoned members, who quietly chided the young man for his impetuosity. With a crisp "thud," the projectile struck the spider's head squarely—yet the creature made no move to dodge, and the dart bounced back, leaving not a single mark on its exoskeleton, while the tip of the dart itself had slightly bent. The other cultivators' eyes nearly rolled out of their sockets. The spider's shell was truly that hard—what an extraordinary feat! "Everyone, act now!" Xuanle fixed a stern gaze on the clumsy fellow from his own order, yet had no choice but to summon all his allies to act, for the spider had ceased feeding and was now moving slowly toward them. As soon as these words were spoken, a dozen magical artifacts were simultaneously activated, transforming into various divine manifestations and striking the giant spider. Han Li also summoned his golden blade. At once, a dazzling array of radiant glows enveloped the white spider, completely obscuring its form and making it appear as though it would be slain instantly. Yet, after a series of sharp crackling sounds, the light from all the attacking artifacts rapidly dimmed, and several lower-tier artifacts—five or six in number—lost their magical essence and simply fell to the ground. The cultivators, seeing this, were deeply startled and, without hesitation, withdrew their artifacts to examine them closely. The highest-tier artifacts remained largely undamaged, while the mid-tier ones showed noticeable wear and tear. The ones that had fallen to the ground were clearly of lower rank. The white spider, now fully manifest, showed not a single wound, and continued to crawl steadily toward them. "Retreat!" Li Tianmeng and Xuan Le exchanged a glance and said it simultaneously. Though they had some reservations about the teleportation array and the tokens, facing off against such a beast directly would be costly—potentially fatal—and returning to the surface was clearly more essential. Yet at that moment, the spider opened its mouth and expelled a thick stream of white liquid directly toward the center of the group. Having witnessed the creature's formidable power, no one dared to simply stand there and accept this unfamiliar fluid; all of them instinctively stepped aside. "Unfortunate!" Han Li suddenly had a flash of inspiration, recalling something, and called out aloud. The other cultivators were momentarily startled, slightly puzzled. To their surprise, the liquid instantly transformed into a vast net mid-flight, rushing straight toward the entrance and adhering firmly to it—sealing the very opening through which they had entered, completely blocking their retreat. The other cultivators' faces changed, realizing at this moment that this stalactite cave seemed to have only this single entrance!