Mu Qing smiled at this, carelessly flipping his hand once, and now three blood-red orb beads appeared in his hand—each the size of his thumb. With a slight shake of both shoulders, six limbs emerged as black light flashed, forming two additional arms on his back: one holding a triangular black token, the other grasping a blue, lozenge-shaped artifact. The original two arms then formed a seal before him, and with a sudden burst, a column of black light erupted from his mouth, vanishing instantly upon impact with the silver mist. "Boom!"—the black light seemed to possess a powerful magic, and as soon as it touched the silver mist, the latter immediately struggled, emitting阵阵 resonant hums. Seeing this, Mu Qing raised his hand without hesitation. Instantly, the three blood-red orbs aligned and shot forth, transforming into three crimson thunderbolts. After three thunderous explosions, the silver mist began to falter and disintegrate as it was shattered by the three flame spheres, each the size of a human head. The silvery glow and the black flame of the blood intertwined, causing the entire passage to tremble. Han Li, standing behind Mu Qing and Liu Liu, could not help but pale. Though he had survived several instances of spatial fissures collapsing during his travels through space nodes, this did not mean he was truly prepared to evade such spatial catastrophes. His past lucky escapes had merely been due to fortunate circumstances. Unless he had reached the stage of Great Immortality or True Spirit cultivation, no one would dare to overlook spatial dangers. At that moment, Liu Liu's newly emerged arm moved swiftly. The triangular seal trembled, releasing countless crimson thunder-flames that surged forward in a relentless barrage. Simultaneously, the spindle-shaped artifact emitted a resonant hum and instantly transformed into a streak of azure light, shooting out at high speed. Mu Qing also stirred her sleeves at that instant, sending forth a cascade of green glimmers. With the combined attacks from the three, the silver glow began to crumble and disperse step by step. After being pushed back by over ten zhang, the silvery mist finally vanished with a thunderous roar, completely clearing the spatial barrier and revealing the exit to another realm. Han Li's eyes flashed as he clearly observed the scene at the exit. Outside, the pale light flickered steadily, and a strong cold wind surged violently toward him. Even though Han Li was enveloped in a protective spiritual glow, he still shivered noticeably as the wind swept past him—its chill penetrating the glow and directly reaching his body. Thanks to his five-colored cold flame, he didn't suffer too badly. Fortunately, this wind only lasted for a moment and soon subsided, returning everything to normal. Han Li exhaled gently. Six-Zhu stared at the opening, his eyes gleaming with sharp focus. With a subtle flick of his body, he shot forth instantly, and a calm voice echoed from within his flowing light: "The passage has now been opened. Inform the other companions to quickly enter." "Let me take a look outside first!" Before the words had fully settled, Lu Zhu had already reached the entrance, vanishing in a flash of bright white light. Six legs floated steadily a short distance in front of the water, gazing ahead in silence. "This is indeed the River of the Underworld!" Han Li exhaled deeply, murmuring softly. "Yes. To cross this river and enter the realm beneath the water's domain, I shall need to rely on Master Han's Divine Exorcising Thunder." Mu Qing spoke calmly. "Master will surely find my efforts sufficient!" Han Li replied respectfully. As Mu Qing nodded, preparing to say more, the six-headed figure suddenly extended one hand and reached toward the water's surface with a gesture. At once, a massive black hand materialized and plunged downward with great force. However, just as it reached about three or four zhang from the water's surface, a loud "crash" echoed—the water erupted with countless streaks of silver light. Where the sound of rushing air passed, the black hand was instantly torn to shreds, its form dissolving into a thousand ripples in mid-air. "What on earth is this?" Han Li was startled. "This is a strange fish from the River of the Underworld, slender and needle-like in form. It relentlessly attacks any living being near the water's surface, never weary—never to be underestimated. Yet, this creature represents only the least dangerous of the threats in the River of the Underworld. With even a moderate level of cultivation, one can easily ward it off using protective spiritual light, and in fact, it poses less danger than the River of the Underworld itself! The only real inconvenience is that these fish are social—once they begin attacking, the assault continues without pause, unless all nearby fish are completely eliminated." Mu Qing finally turned around and offered a casual explanation. In a matter of moments, these items had filled half the sky at the channel's exit, densely suspended throughout the space. "Brother Liu, how's it going? Has the seal in the River of the Underworld changed at all from before?" One of the blood-robed figures stepped on his purple-blooded automaton with one foot and flew directly toward Han Li and the others, while the other blood-robed figure asked aloud. "No, exactly as it was when we first entered," Brother Liu replied calmly, shifting his gaze from the water's surface. "So it seems we'll have to go through the same process again as last time," the blood-robed figure said, his tone growing serious. "Indeed, that's likely. But with all the preparations we've made this time, we won't suffer the same level of casualties as before," the white-haired beauty added, flying over confidently. "Agreed. The most crucial point is that we'll work together to cast spells and break the seal, splitting the river apart. As for other dangers, we needn't worry about them anymore. Then, let's get ready and begin breaking the seal." Friend Han, it's now time for you to unleash your divine lightning and assist us in dispersing the demonic qi within the冥water. As soon as that qi is dispersed, we shall have no difficulty in separating from the冥water." Six-footed elder stared steadily at Han, speaking with no emotion at all. "Rest assured, seniors," Han bowed slightly, speaking calmly, "my ritual of lightning has been refined and perfected, and I will certainly not delay the grand plans of all of you." "Heh, that's all we needed to hear," one of the blood-robed elders chuckled heartily. The white-haired beauty and others nodded in agreement. Immediately, under the guidance of the four royal beasts, the group of high-ranking creatures surged forward, each producing some strange artifacts from their bodies and beginning to set up a magical array. Meanwhile, the eight figures in black and several dozen metallic puppets glowing with deep black light were gathered together by the beauty and the earth-blooded elder, also preparing something of their own. Han Li floated in midair. With a gentle flick of his sleeve, eight small, identically colored green flags suddenly shot out from his hands, spiraling before forming a shimmering, azure arc of lightning-based spell array—perfectly encircling Han Li at its center. He used the lightning seals to form an array banner, which possessed the remarkable effect of absorbing and releasing lightning power. By setting up this uniquely devised Eight Gates Lightning-Attracting Array, the function could be amplified several times over. Should the Exorcising Divine Lightning indeed backfire during the casting of a spell, this array could temporarily channel the power of the lightning to the array itself, thus protecting him from injury. Of course, whether this method truly proved effective and to what extent it would perform, remained uncertain—since he had not yet been struck by the backfiring Exorcising Divine Lightning. Nevertheless, simply setting up this array while performing the Ritual of Summoning Lightning would offer him a sense of reassurance. As for the claim he had just mentioned regarding amplification, it was merely something he had said casually. Upon hearing this, the Golden Monkey nodded slightly and said nothing further. The others, including Mu Qing, glanced at the array but could not immediately discern any special features. After all, the true uniqueness of this array lay entirely in the banner itself, and the mastery of the lightning seals inscribed upon it had been painstakingly developed by Han Li himself. Though these immortal demon kings possessed great powers, they could not yet penetrate the truth. Clearly, the other creatures had practiced the ritual repeatedly, and within just a cup of tea's time, a massive magical array of several dozen feet in diameter had risen into the air. This array was composed of variously shaped instruments—many of them black circular plates the size of bowls, while others included unusual items such as rulers, circular rings, and crystal spheres. Yet the extraordinary aura emitted by each of these items had seamlessly merged into the array, no longer distinguishable from one another. At the center of the array, Ba and Mu Qing stood side by side. On the opposite side, eight dark silhouettes stood in a line, each person's hands resting upon the shoulders of the one in front, forming a continuous chain, much like a string of candied holly. Before all the dark figures stood the white-haired woman, her expression remarkably composed. The blood-draped figure stood there. Not only did the purple-blooded puppet grow a hundredfold in height, but when several metal puppets gathered together at the center, they coalesced into a towering iron puppet several dozen zhang high, now also wielding a brilliant, gleaming great blade. (Second update!)