An hour later, a dark spherical form, exceeding ten zhang in diameter, slowly emerged from the vortex, occasionally casting cascades of black light that surged down and struck the towering banners flanking the lower array. Through the power of the seals, these two massive banners transmitted waves of refined energy to the core of the grand array. At this moment, the small array atop the hill was completely enveloped by the black light. Han Li and his two companions were entirely submerged, visible only as a dark, featureless mass. Aside from the steady hum of the array's operation, no other sounds could be heard. As time passed, the large black sphere hovering in the sky gradually shrank—naturally due to the swift outflow of pure yin qi. Suddenly, a loud cry erupted from the lower array, causing the black light to tremble. Then, with a sharp "thud," a green glow the size of a clenched fist burst through the darkness and surged outward, spiraling as if intent on heading toward a specific direction. But after a cold snort, a streak of golden swordlight burst forth from the black mist, flashing briefly before instantly transforming into a brilliant golden glow that engulfed and shattered the green light. The black mist rolled and churned, then gradually thinned, revealing three seated figures faintly visible within. At the same time, the hum of the small light array ceased, pausing momentarily. "Thank you both," said Han Li, his voice slightly weary but still carrying a noticeable spark of excitement, "the first seal has been removed. Let's proceed with the next one!" A moment later, his voice came again from within the mist. "Han brother, having infused so much yin energy—how can your body possibly endure this? Should we take a brief rest before continuing?" asked a gentle female voice, expressing genuine concern. "Thank you, Yuan sister," Han Li smiled faintly, "but time is pressing. We must resolve the remaining three seals quickly—otherwise, things will change." He shook his head with a slight smile. "Since Master Han believes there's no issue, we shall not press further. Should the guest find it impossible to continue, he may simply let us know in advance." The graceful voice carried a tone of solemnity. "Master Han, I understand. Let us proceed then." Master Han seemed to smile slightly, yet his tone was resolute. Thus, with a soft sigh from Yuan Yao, the black glow within the array surged once more, and a low hum resonated. Within the swirling black mist, the forms of Yuan Yao's two companions grew fainter, then cast out one after another beams of pure black light, each beam vanishing into Han Li's body. Even as Han Li forced out and destroyed the first seal, at a distance of several hundred thousand miles from where the group stood, atop a mountain a thousand zhang high, a figure cloaked in a greenish hue stood upon a massive stone, gazing directly toward Han Li's location with a look of astonishment. "How is this possible? The seal I left behind has been destroyed. According to the records, such seals should not be forced out by any cultivator below the Consolidated Stage or above. Is there perhaps another master aiding him?" "A figure stood tall and graceful, clearly Mu Qing. For some reason, she had not joined the others—Six Feet and his companions—and had come alone to seek out Han Li. On her journey, she had employed a secret technique to activate the imprints within Han Li's body, compelling him to destroy her planted imprints first. "This is rather troublesome," she murmured, her brows furrowed. "The final sensation of the imprints being destroyed should indeed be coming from this direction, though the extent of the area covered makes the search quite challenging. We'll have to rely on luck." With that, she barely hesitated, and with a swift motion of her form, transformed into a streak of green light and shot forward. "Your earlier calls have gone unanswered—have you now decided to claim it all for yourself? Brother Lu, surely you do not forget our solemn vows made before we set out, nor the blood-curse seals we mutually established? Should we all suffer great depletion of our vital energies to activate these seals, your own cultivation would also be significantly compromised." The white-haired woman, speaking with a stern expression, stood among the eight Ghost Kings. "What rare treasure could possibly compare to the River of the Underworld's divine milk? Unless you possess a medicinal elixir that proves effective for cultivators advancing into the Great Perfection stage, nothing else—no matter how invaluable it may seem to ordinary practitioners—will hold much significance for us, who are at a higher level of cultivation." The white-haired woman's expression darkened, and she spoke with growing anger. If it's still only for one person's exclusive possession, then what difference does it make compared to now? It's still Blue Friend who feels he should claim this divine milk. The blood-robed figure said in a low tone. "Indeed, that's exactly what I've thought as well," replied the six-legged disciple with a沉沉 smile. The white-haired beauty paused slightly, then scoffed, "Who knows whether he actually holds only one portion of the divine milk? We haven't seen it with our own eyes." "Precisely! That's precisely where I'm hesitating. Six-legged Friend, would you please demonstrate to us what you just said?" The blood-robed figure flashed a sharp gaze, fixing his eyes firmly on the six-legged disciple. "The effects of the Yinhe Divine Milk are only effective on the first administration. On the second intake or washing, its effects are negligible. This should be clear to both of you. Unless I've gone completely mad, I would never turn against you over something useless. Do either of you know how the Yinhe Divine Milk is actually collected and stored?" "Six Feet paused, then exhaled deeply and said, 'Six Feet, what do you mean? Does this mean that, besides severing the relevant spiritual veins, there is something else at play in extracting the Spirit of the River of the Underworld?' The white-haired beauty asked with a hint of doubt. Normally, once this item is placed beneath the pool in the great hall, it immediately integrates with the spiritual veins and becomes one with them. Retrieving it afterward is extremely difficult. Once the divine milk is drawn into this vessel, unless a special seal crafted uniquely by the Fúyú clan is used, even a fully merged cultivator cannot extract even a single drop of the milk within a short period. Only after our cultivators steadily refine and transform this object with their true inner fire for over ten years can we eventually dissolve it. Now, I would like the two of you to personally inspect and verify the current quantity of divine milk. "Six Legs spoke calmly. "The essence of this object indeed matches perfectly with the spiritual mist emanating from the pool—there can be no doubt that it is divine milk from the Yinhe River. Yet, when you claim we cannot destroy this object, doesn't that sound rather exaggerated?" The blood-robed cultivator scanned the crystal slab several times, his gaze flickering with a hint of greed, while simultaneously expressing his skepticism. "It seems our words fall short of proof. Very well. I shall place this object above my head. Both of you, then, may launch a full-force attack upon it from a distance, once each. Should either of you manage to wound it even slightly, I will immediately present the Yinhe Immortal Milk to you. Should that prove impossible, then this object shall remain mine, and I shall compensate you with other gifts. Otherwise, no matter how urgently your blood incantation is invoked, it will not surpass my own efforts. Indeed, in this very place, others may benefit more. Six-footed, you have just now spoken these words with such conviction. "Is this truly so?" The white-haired lady's eyes brightened, clearly moved. "I am right here. What could I possibly deceive you with?" Six-footed chuckled warmly. "Agreed. That shall be settled." The white-haired lady readily accepted, clearly confident in her own standing. "Should I fail to shatter this object, I shall ask for nothing else. I only wish to request that Brother Six-foot accompany me to the Demon's Grave, to retrieve two treasures from there." After a few glances, the blood-draped man said this with surprising determination. "As for the Demon Tomb? Though those celestial demons from beyond have perished for countless years, their magical artifacts have grown spiritually sentient and taken on tangible forms—more powerful even than ordinary transcendental treasures. Moreover, deep within the tomb, the mingling of demonic and阴 (yin) energies is exceptionally thick and dense, making ordinary travelers struggle to advance an inch. Didn't Wood Qing and you all once attempt a journey there only to return empty-handed? Master Li's brows furrowed, clearly reluctant about this venture.