"No way! This is the sacred nest of our Fulgur族. How could a Golden Fulgur possess such a thing? We must break through immediately!" A thunderous, enraged roar erupted from the colossal insect formed by the six legs. In that very moment, hundreds of strange insects were pierced through their bodies by the black glow radiating from the creature and fell dead. "Where can we flee? These creatures are no slower than us in their movements. If we're kept in constant pursuit, we will inevitably deplete our magical energy." The blood-robed figure stood atop the purple-blooded automaton, speaking with grave determination. "Head directly back toward the entrance passage. As long as we can reach the entrance, we can return to the Underriver realm and escape the sea of insects transformed into the sacred nest." The six-legged being replied without hesitation. "Six-legged friend, you're mad! Even if we flee with all our might, it will take us at least two or three months to reach the original path along the way. Should we simply keep fighting these creatures until we're worn out? And what about the Magic Tomb? Our magical artifacts?!" The white-haired woman suddenly emitted a sharp, piercing cry. "Hmph, Blue friend! If we lose our lives, what good will a magnificent magical artifact do? At worst, I'll still bring something back to compensate you and the Earthblood friend once we return. Right now, the Sacred Nests have only conjured the lowest-grade Sacred Insects—we can still manage to break through the insect tide. But when they evolve into higher-tier insects, we'll be too late to escape." Six-Foot spoke with growing frustration. Had it not been for the pressing need for all three of them to combine their strength to have any chance of escape, it would have already taken off with the Immortal River's Divine Milk. After all, no one knew better than he did the devastating power of the Trillium Clan's Sacred Nests—the very instruments capable of wiping out an entire clan. Yet Six-Foot had no idea that what he had encountered was not the genuine Sacred Nest, but merely a replica. Even so, the power of this replica was beyond what Six-Foot and his companions could withstand. Faced with the sheer might of the Sacred Nest, they immediately felt the urge to retreat and leave the Immortal River behind. Hearing Lu Zhu's words, the graceful elderly woman with white hair, though deeply dissatisfied, could only remain silent. As for the blood-draped figure, who showed no objection, clearly also agreed with Lu Zhu. Thus, all three simultaneously unleashed their extraordinary powers. As if the purple-blooded puppet, towering like a small mountain, opened its mouth wide, a beam of purple-red light erupted, ten times thicker than the light column emanating from its eyes. Wherever this beam passed, all the strange insects collapsed and disintegrated into fine ash. As the puppet tilted its head, the massive beam swayed gently, instantly sweeping away countless more insects. The area cleared by this attack seemed significantly larger than that cleared by the six-limbed creature's assault. The final strike came from the white-haired beauty. Observing that both the others had now fully unleashed their reserves, she too promptly threw her strange hammer toward a different cluster of insects and swiftly chanted incantations to accelerate the action. Instantly, the hammer burst into fragments within the embrace of green flames, revealing eight white-boned skulls that spun steadily. These skulls then expanded into wheel-sized forms and, with a powerful roar, opened their mouths. Instead of the green ghost flames, the skulls now emitted streams of pure, crisp, and intensely cold winds. Wherever this wind blows, frost first spreads across the bodies of all the strange insects, then, with a crisp crackling sound, they shatter into fragments of varying sizes, turning into white ice crystals that fall silently, like rain from the sky. With the simultaneous intervention of three cultivators at the combined stage, even though the strange insects multiply endlessly around them, their assault is momentarily halted, and a wide, clear space is left open in the immediate vicinity. Observing this from a distance of over ten li, the humanoid mantis emits a cold snort, then extends one arm—resembling a massive blade—pointing it toward the silver object floating in the air. Instantly, the semicircular object spins, and a fresh wave of strange insects surges forth, nearly doubling its numbers. Yet at this very moment, the six-legged, white-haired woman and others converge toward the center, their combined qi forming a single, radiant sphere. As the sphere pulses once, it shoots forward with great momentum, swiftly reaching the edge of the insect sea within just a few flashes of movement. Then, as the luminous sphere dissolved, the three figures surged forward as three streaks of brilliant light, breaking through the continuous bursts of explosions and racing out of the insect sea. They hurried toward the horizon. The humanoid mantis clearly hadn't anticipated that the opponents would retreat without a fight, her face flushing with anger, and she emitted a piercing, high-pitched cry. Instantly, the insect swarm began to pursue them. As the green-bodied insects flew, their wings flashed rapidly, creating a breathtaking speed—seeming like streaks of jade light slicing through the air—neither slower than the others, such as the six-legged figures. The humanoid mantis, her form briefly blurred, then vanished from her original spot. A moment later, she appeared on a semi-circular object floating in the sky, and then, with a flash of light, disappeared into it. The "Sacred Nests" emitted a resonant hum, and the stream of ghostly insect forms momentarily paused before themselves transforming into a radiant silver glow and rushing off. Numerous strange insects gathered around this object. In a short while, the swarm of insects and the earlier group of six, chasing and fleeing one another, vanished without a trace within the surrounding area. On the other side, Han Li had been swept away from the sky above the water, and Mu Qing floated there, enveloped in a broad expanse of green light. She gazed downward at the patch of dark mist, her expression shifting between gloom and hope. To his sight, in the hazy sky, the spatial fissure that had once spilled out had gradually merged into a narrow crevice, and at the very moment he turned his gaze toward it, it finally vanished entirely—seeming as though it had never existed at all. Though only a fleeting instant, Han Li noticed that at the precise moment the fissure disappeared, strands of dark vapor seeped out from within and dissolved into the surrounding black mist, blending seamlessly and no longer distinguishable from one another. "Could it be that the mist here flows directly from this spatial fissure?" Han Li mused to himself, then cast his gaze around, preparing to first determine where exactly he was before making any further judgments. Yet as soon as his spiritual awareness extended beyond a hundred paces, it immediately collapsed and retreated, unable to reach any farther. Han Li's brow furrowed slightly, stroked his chin, and suddenly recalled something, his expression growing somewhat puzzled. He brought his hands together, then separated them again, and as his palms flashed with a vibrant green light, a small, several-inch-long spiritual herb materialized in his hands. With a single gesture, the herb shot forth from the radiance of the mist. To his astonishment, an incredible phenomenon unfolded! As soon as the herb made contact with the dark mist, it instantly withered and turned yellow, and upon touching the ground, it vanished completely, leaving behind only a pair of gray ash. "Black冥Mist!" Han Li drew a deep breath, finally confirming his location. He had been transported back to the very island of the Black Hidden Mountain, where he had first arrived when he first entered the territory of the Feilin Clan. And this very dark mist—this was precisely the Black冥Mist Sea that he had originally passed by without entering. He had tested it earlier and found it to be exceptionally heavy in yin energy, capable of siphoning the vital qi from plants and living beings. Fearing its mysterious nature and eager to break through his own current bottleneck, he had hesitated and never ventured in. Now, after leaving the land of Ming He, he had been unexpectedly transported here. Connecting with the black vapor that flowed out of the spatial rift earlier, it seems the formation of this misty sea must be linked to the realm of Yinchang. Yet even the阴 qi from Yinchang itself falls far short of the terrifying nature of this black mist. There must be something else mixed into these vapors. With a quick flicker of his gaze, Han Li had already formed his judgment. Nevertheless, no matter what, this place is no safe ground, and he should swiftly depart. As he thought, a shimmer of green light surged through his body, lifting him into the air. But barely a few feet off the ground, the surrounding mist surged toward him, rolling over his form, and as his light dissipated, he fell back down. "A seal that prevents flight!" Han Li exclaimed, suddenly struck by realization. Now he finally understood why the Tianpeng clan seemed so wary of this misty sea, even failing to send any representatives to establish a presence on the island. For the Tianpeng people who revere the Kungpeng as a divine being, the prohibition on aerial movement is naturally extremely dangerous. After all, a significant portion of the Flying Spirit Clan's cultivation techniques and divine powers rely on their powerful wings behind them; once flight is impossible, these techniques and powers would inevitably be severely compromised. This might merely be one of the reasons, however. More likely, the lingering essence of the Minghe realm seeping through the spatial rifts has deeply unsettled the Tianpeng people. Indeed, the Minghe realm is largely composed of the body of Luo Hua, and for the Tianpeng, who are rare in their Kungpeng lineage, this essence is profoundly aversive. Nevertheless, all of this is merely Han Li's own speculation. The true underlying mysteries and causes may only be known by the senior elders of the Tianpeng clan. Though Han Li once served as the Sacred Prince of the Tianpeng clan, he had never directly encountered these matters, and thus remained entirely unaware of the deeper reasons. Yet, even though he could no longer fly, this limitation, while significantly affecting him, could not truly imprison him. With his robust physique, even if he simply ran across the ground, he could quickly traverse this sea of mist. The only thing to watch out for was whether there were any strange entities or unforeseeable restrictions hidden within the black fog. Naturally, Han Li would not remain in place waiting idly. After mentally analyzing the situation, he immediately projected his divine awareness and set off briskly in the direction he had chosen.