Six Fu gazed at Han Li's current condition. "This fierce beast's eye, a treasure I obtained long ago, is sadly incompatible with my own cultivation technique—it cannot be absorbed into my body. Thus, I can only refine it into a unique soul-capturing artifact." Six Fu spoke with a touch of regret. "Six Fu, Han Li's cultivation level is still modest, yet his abilities are quite unusual. Are you absolutely certain you've secured him? I and Mu friend had to reluctantly part with precious items from the Magic Tomb—our greatest concern is that nothing further goes awry." The white-haired woman turned to Han Li, her expression slightly crestfallen. "With such assurance, I am confident. This fierce beast is no ordinary entity—it ranks on par with a true dragon. The soul-capturing artifact forged using its eyes—no matter how powerful a stage of cultivation one holds, even a true stage of Transformation, one would be helpless if this orb were placed directly upon their soul. Should you doubt it, simply experience its power firsthand." Six Fu spoke with unwavering confidence. "Given your words, how could we possibly doubt?" Yet I still feel it's a great pity. For the treasures within the magical tomb, I and Lady Lan have made numerous preparations—now all of them seem to have fallen to waste. "Wooden Qing sighed, her lips curling into a wry smile. "As for the magical tomb itself, it was merely a chance occurrence: several celestial demons from beyond the realm, by accident, broke through the void and entered the land of the River of the Underworld, where they were jointly defeated by the elders of the Evanescent Clan, and subsequently buried there. These celestial beings indeed possess some remarkable abilities. As for the treasures you speak of, they are likely the result of their bodies being nourished by the lingering阴 qi over the years, allowing certain special parts to develop a natural spiritual awareness. Though these treasures are quite useful, how can they compare to the Divine Milk? Don't forget that once consumed, the Divine Milk, when spread over the entire body, can transform one's very form into a spiritually attuned one, enabling the body to harness and amplify the natural energies of heaven and earth by several times over. With such a transformation, our very dream of attaining true cultivation no longer seems out of reach. Indeed, under favorable circumstances, "These matters didn't need Brother Mu to point them out—I already understand them. But there's a precious artifact within the Magic Tomb that holds great significance for me. Otherwise, how could I have invested so much effort in winning over Han Xiao?" Mu Qing still felt somewhat helpless. "Regardless of how important that artifact is to Brother Mu, if we wish to secure it before the Fuyou Clan's reinforcements arrive, we'll need to employ special measures to swiftly break the seal and divert the Yin Lei Beast. After all, Brother Mu seems to be willing to forgo the Divine Milk in favor of the treasure from the Magic Tomb." Liu Liu looked at Mu Qing with a colder tone. "The Divine Milk—I most certainly won't give it up! We can only choose to let go of one of the two." Mu Qing had made up his mind. "That makes sense. Moreover, I've asked Han Xiao to divert the Yin Lei Beast—though he may not necessarily perish. Should he happen to survive, Brother Mu will still have a chance to retrieve the treasure from the Magic Tomb." Another man in a blood-red robe chuckled and added. "Hmph. That Yami Lei Beast is so fierce—should he manage to escape its jaws, that would truly be a stroke of luck. Still, the Earth-Blood Elder, we only said we'd hold the Han youth in place earlier. How did you manage to also capture the two young ladies under the Blue Friend's care?" Wood Qing emitted a sigh, then glanced at Yuan Yao and Yan Li, now motionless beside the blood-draped figure. "Wood sister, don't be surprised. I communicated directly with the Earth-Blood Elder, instructing him to seize those two. After all, the young man is no longer of much use. If we let them wander about freely, we might encounter complications. Their pure yin qi is precisely what will aid me in refining the Divine Milk." The white-haired beauty spoke with calm indifference. Upon hearing this, Wood Qing fell silent. "With all of them now secured, let us proceed as planned. First, we'll jointly dismantle the seal. Then, we'll control the Han youth to release the Divine-Purifying Lightning, drawing the Yami Lei Beast away from the edge of the Divine Pool. With that, we'll be able to successfully retrieve the Divine Milk." "Six Feet said. "That Yin-Lei Beast is no ordinary creature. Can the Bixie Divine Thunder truly drive it away? Or will we end up with nothing but empty promises?" The white-haired woman asked cautiously. "The Yin-Lei Beast especially delights in devouring lightning and electricity. As one of the Five Great Divine Thunders of the Spirit Realm, how could it possibly overlook the Bixie Divine Thunder?" Six Feet replied with confidence. "With your words, Madam, I feel reassured." The woman nodded, visibly at ease. "Earth-Blood Brother, the final Celestial Wall still depends on your Purple-Blood Puppet to be broken." Six Feet then turned to the two clad in crimson robes. "In fact, we specifically crafted the Purple-Blood Puppet for this very occasion!" One of the crimson-robed figures chuckled softly. Six Feet nodded in agreement. After further detailed discussions lasting nearly half an hour, they confirmed all the details were settled. Then, they took off together with Jin Ling and the remaining high-tier immortal beasts, heading toward the gray mountain range. Han Li and Yuan Yao, without needing any further assistance from them, simply activated their flight lights and followed on their own. For these immortal kings, a distance of over a hundred li was easily covered in an instant. As soon as they entered the mountain range, the group immediately grew serious, constantly glancing around and behaving with great caution. Yet the journey had been remarkably smooth—no formidable spirits or ghosts were encountered, not even a single spectral procession. By the end of one hour, they had crossed half of the gray mountain range, and suddenly, ahead, the landscape brightened to reveal a vast basin. This basin stretched several dozen li in width, surrounded on all sides by continuous gray hills. At its very center, however, it was enveloped by a dark, shimmering light curtain—so dense and opaque that nothing within could be seen at all. Upon seeing this curtain, the group halted their flight, and carefully surveyed their surroundings. "Fortunately, when we came last time, we had nearly eliminated the spectral creatures in the outer perimeter. Otherwise, should we return now, we'd have to put in considerable effort." Mu Qing murmured. "But last time, we hadn't anticipated that there was a Yinfu Thunder Beast concealed within the seal—Zhu Daojun was caught off guard and perished here. That mature Yinfu Thunder Beast is truly formidable." A blood-robed figure exhaled deeply and added. "Let's begin. First, break through half of the Xu Guang Seal and draw out that thunder beast. Then we'll see how well Mu Daojun's intricate, layered seal can conceal us." Six-legged Chong Ye Qing said seriously. "As long as we don't make a direct move, the Yinfu Thunder Beast will be completely unaware of our presence within my personally orchestrated, intricate array. However, this array is extremely demanding on both spiritual energy and concentration; I cannot sustain it for long. We must ensure that the young man swiftly draws the beast away—ideally, draw it as far as possible." Mu Qing said with careful deliberation. "I'm well aware of this. I'll personally present him with one of my collected flying treasures. Ground Brother, you'll bestow several of your exclusive talismans upon him. Blue Sister, also bring your Qiankun Fan along." Six-Foot spoke with confidence, listing each point clearly. After hesitating for a while, the white-haired woman finally sighed, clutching her hands together in frustration, and instantly a bright, hazy glow erupted in all directions. A slender, silvery banner then materialized before her. The banner shimmered with radiant hues, and its incantations glowed faintly, clearly no ordinary object. Without further words, she extended one slender white finger and lightly touched the silvery banner. "Whoosh!" The banner instantly transformed into a streak of silver light, rushing straight toward Han Li nearby. At the same time, Liu Zhu's lips moved slightly, yet he made no visible gesture. Han Li's brow flickered momentarily, his sleeve remained motionless, and as he merely shook it slightly, a wave of gray mist surged forth, sweeping the silver light into his sleeve and sealing it within. He then stood still, motionless, his expression unchanged throughout—seeming entirely devoid of conscious awareness. Yet, a flash of crimson light behind him revealed a strangely floating figure in a blood-red robe, who raised his hand, producing a series of deep, resonant "thuds" that rang out in succession. The blood-robed figure instantly affixed all十余scrolls at once onto Han Li. Instantly, a subtle glow of blood shimmered across Han Li's body, and his vitality strengthened by nearly half. At the same time, Mu Qing's form began to rise gently. After finding a concealed spot nearby, she descended softly. The golden flowers that had previously shimmered and faded now settled firmly beneath her feet on the ground. Suddenly, without any apparent cause, the shoes on Mu Qing's feet ignited, revealing a pair of delicate, pale jade feet within a strange white flame. As her sleeves fluttered lightly, a dense stream of luminous beams shot forth from them, only to vanish into the surrounding void before vanishing. Then, a dark light array briefly appeared, only to flicker and fade away moments later. Unexpectedly, a remarkable scene unfolded! As Mu Qing chanted her melodious incantations, her feet suddenly shifted from white to a deep green, transforming into thick tree roots that rapidly spread upward along her legs. In the span of a blink, Mu Qing's body below the waist had completely transformed into that of a tree. As the tree roots pulsed and settled, they sank deeply into the ground, reaching several dozen feet down. Immediately, the previously bare areas around him burst forth with countless trees and wild flowers, which sprouted and bloomed instantly, transforming the hundred-foot stretch into a vibrant, flourishing garden of blossoms. The black light array reappeared on the ground, and remarkably, every plant and flower within it remained perfectly enclosed—none of them escaped into the outside world. A soft, greenish glow flashed, and suddenly, both the trees, flowers, and Mu Qing himself became blurred and vanished.