"So it is," the pale-haired woman said, her face now pale with tension. This journey to the Realm of Yin River had already been a considerable risk—should not only the divine milk fail to be secured, but also the magical artifacts—then it would truly have been all for nothing. What was strange was that, though the six-legged figure remained remarkably calm, even after the blood-robed man had been startled and furious, he quickly regained his composure. Yet his eyes flashed with restless intensity, as though pondering something deeply. The pale-haired woman, however, had no time to speak further. She immediately floated into the air, settled into a meditative posture, and behind her, the eight Ghost Kings simultaneously transformed into dense, thick shadows, enveloping her completely to greatly enhance her cultivation and help her forcibly break through the shielding effect of the seal imposed by Han Li. The dark mist swirled incessantly, and from within, ghostly wails occasionally rose, sending shivers down every listener's spine. Clearly, the woman had summoned every ounce of strength. Time passed steadily, and soon half an hour had elapsed. Yet no news of her success emerged from the ghostly mist. The six-footed blood-robed figure and the woman in the flowing robe remained patient, silently hovering in the air without a single word of urging from either side. After a little while, the white-haired woman finally lost her patience and spoke: "My seal has been destroyed. This young man simply cannot accomplish this on his own. Is it perhaps Wu Qing who has done it?" The black mist dispersed, revealing the woman with a stern expression. "Wu, this is truly possible. She seems to value the treasures within the magical tomb even more than the divine milk." The blood-robed figure stroked his chin, thoughtfully remarking. Even though everyone present was seasoned and shrewd, none of them had expected the two young women to possess the secret technique of gathering ambient negative qi, using it to remove each of Han Li's seals one by one. Indeed, this was due to the unique qualities of the ghost-path cultivation methods they had mastered. "Whichever person has accomplished this—I will certainly not let it pass without a fight." As for Di Xue, the magical artifact seems to have a greater effect on him. You've remained so composed—does that mean you have another plan in reserve?" The beautiful woman seemed to recall something, her expression growing steadily calm. Liu Zhu also turned his gaze toward the robed figure, his expression half-smiling, half-quirky. The robed figure, however, chuckled dryly, pausing to think before speaking slowly and methodically: "Indeed, I've made a few subtle adjustments to Han Xiao's body. Yet to accurately locate him, I still have to go through considerable effort. The effectiveness is not as strong as the original mark. Nevertheless, I can still estimate his general location without difficulty. This young man is remarkably alert—he has accepted my entire suite of spiritual attendants, yet has never attempted to summon them once. Otherwise, he would have already fallen victim to my secret technique, and could hardly have caused so many complications now." Upon hearing this, the woman with silver hair suddenly looked puzzled, then furrowed her brows: "Are you perhaps jesting?" That young man has a strong spiritual awareness. Once you made subtle adjustments to his spiritual attendant, how could he fail to notice? Laughter rang out. "Blue friend, you haven't realized this yet. My spiritual attendant isn't inherently flawed—what matters is the unique Dream-Invoking Blood Covenant I've specially inscribed within it. As long as I personally channel my spiritual awareness into it and use it once, the subtle influence of this secret technique becomes inescapable. To use it again or a third time would be impossible without becoming gradually entranced, unaware of the process. Unfortunately, by the time we set out, this young man had never activated it once. If that were the case, I would have certainly sensed it and been able to guide him, step by step, into the invisible realm. Now, as though the very ground beneath us were turning to magic, I feel as though I'm about to sink into the heart of the enchanted tomb. I no longer see the need to conceal what I've planned—I shall now reveal my full strategy." The white-haired woman's expression shifted, momentarily speechless. The six-limbed, multifaceted-eyed being blinked several times, also displaying a look of surprise. " "This is quite straightforward. I've incorporated a material known as Zhisu Stone into his spiritual attendants." The blood-robed figure smiled grimly. "Zhisu Stone! This peculiar stone transforms into the most yang nature precisely at the hour of the morning and evening hours—when the time reaches the hour of Zi and Wu—and responds to one another through a subtle resonance. I'm certain you still have another piece in your possession. Only in places like the Yin River region, where the ambient yin energy is exceptionally strong, does this material's responsiveness become noticeable. Under ordinary conditions, even we practitioners cannot perceive their mutual resonance. Truly, it's no small feat that you've managed to locate such a mediocre material. As far as I know, Zhisu Stone is not native to our Tianyuan Continent at all, and even on the other two continents, it's extremely rare. For us cultivators, its utility is quite limited." Even the six-legged attendant couldn't help but offer a commendatory remark. "I didn't actively seek out this material myself. I discovered it during my early cultivation years, while defeating a practitioner from one of the other continents. It was only a small piece—entirely blended into the spiritual attendants. Now, it The connection between the two is merely instantaneous—no matter what seals or restrictions Han Xiao employs to hold the spiritual attendants in place, this link remains unbroken. He himself lacks the Zi Xu stone and is unable to perceive the underlying subtlety," the blood-robed figure remarked with cunning. "Haha, that's excellent. Let us proceed in the direction where the imprints last vanished. The solar hour is now drawing near. Once we sense the connection several more times, we should be able to draw close to this young one. However, along the way, we must remain cautious of the young member of the Fu Yu clan who holds a spiritual artifact. The artifact in his hands appears to be the famed Five-Drake Slicer, a treasure ranked among the helpers on the Chaotic Ten-Thousand Spirits List. We would do well to avoid direct confrontation with him. As for the two Yin-Lei Beasts, they will not stray far from their lair. We needn't worry about them." Six Feet raised his head and gazed at the hazy sky, offering a reminder. "By the way, neither of us had expected that our esteemed friend Six Feet would be able to withstand such a rare and extraordinary artifact, the Five- "Master Blue, you're too kind! That puppet wasn't driven back by me. In fact, he simply couldn't sustain the power of the Five-Drake Slicer for too long—his own cultivation level failed him, so he withdrew on his own. Otherwise, if the duration had been any longer, I would have perished beneath this treasure as well." Six-foot shook his head, a hint of apprehension flashing in his eyes. The beautiful woman and the robe-clad man exchanged glances, recalling the events that unfolded after Han Li had left the hall, and both grew slightly pale. The powers displayed by the Five-Drake Slicer later on were truly astonishing. Had the puppet unleashed the full might of this treasure from the very beginning, they might have fallen right there and then. "Nevertheless, there's no need to be overly concerned. Even if the puppet ultimately channels the full power of the Five-Drake Slicer, he will have exhausted his own spiritual awareness. Whether he can rally again remains to be seen. As long as we remain vigilant and avoid dispersing our forces to allow him to strike one by one, we shall be safe." Six-foot regained his composed demeanor. Upon hearing this, both the beautiful woman and the Next, the three did not linger any longer, merely discussed briefly before setting off together, each riding their respective streams of light. The blood-armored puppet's eyes flashed green light before it slowly rose again, yet its voice remained exceptionally respectful. "My divine awareness is strained! Did you perhaps use the Five-Drake Saws twice, and for an extended period?" The elderly voice seemed devoid of emotion, as though recounting a trivial matter. "Indeed, I was overly ambitious. Initially, I only employed a portion of the Five-Drake Saws' full power, intending to lure all the outsiders out and strike them down simultaneously. Yet I never anticipated that one of the outsiders—a member of our own clan—had developed a special ability capable of withstanding the Saws for a brief while. Furthermore, the preparations I had made earlier were unexpectedly disrupted. As a result, my efforts ultimately faltered." The blood-armored puppet replied weakly. "Ah, I see." The elderly voice in the cave merely nodded once, then fell silent. "Master Jiang, I still have one more request." Suddenly, the blood-armor puppet's eyes flashed with intense light, and his voice grew slightly louder. "A request? I remember our transaction has already been completed. Don't expect me to intervene on your behalf!" His elderly voice grew cold. "How could the young disciple possibly hope for such a thing? All I ask is that Master Jiang use my fading consciousness as a beacon and employ the technique of transcending boundaries to guide my true form to the realm of the River of the Underworld. Those people have already taken the divine milk. If we fail to recover this treasure and defeat these individuals, I shall bear great guilt." The blood-armor puppet spoke with such conviction. "You want your true form to come here? Are you not losing your mind? The entire Fu-You lineage cannot survive long in the realm of the River of the Underworld—no more than a year, perhaps only a few months—before their cultivation significantly diminishes under the erosion of yin energy. Moreover, as you mentioned, these individuals are all of strong cultivation. Even if your true form arrives, it will likely not be enough to withstand their combined efforts. Do you expect to borrow my Five-Drake Slicer once again?" The elderly voice finally carried a touch "The Five-Drake Sledge—naturally, we intend to borrow it again. Yet we may not actually need to deploy it at all. My body will bring a divine nest with it when it arrives in this realm." The blood-armored automaton bit her lip. "A divine nest! Heavens, did I hear that right? To secure only a few Golden Gnat-level beings, we're going to deploy this? And how can you possibly have the authority to do so? As far as I remember, these items have always been held in the hands of those ancient elders within your clan. They're reserved for your clan's very survival—only activated when absolutely necessary." This time, the elderly voice sounded genuinely enthusiastic.