"You also know this was just a matter from back then. Though my cultivation has advanced somewhat, it still means nothing compared to this person. To progress from the Immortal Stage all the way to the Mid-Integration Stage in over a thousand years—such an astonishing pace. Throughout the entire history of the human race, few have achieved this. I wonder how he manages it." Xu Qianyu shook her head, speaking with a somewhat melancholy tone. Moreover, since Master Han has driven away those evil cultivators, the area should now be safe for the time being. As long as we act swiftly, we can soon retrieve the object and reunite with the Blood Spirit. It would be best not to complicate matters further!" After a few flashes of her eyes, Xu Qianyu spoke with growing composure. Upon hearing this, the other two women exchanged glances and nodded in agreement. "Then, let's go down again." After pausing thoughtfully in place, Xu Qianyu raised her eyebrows and resumed her journey into the room. The other two women, their expressions serious, naturally followed closely behind. At the same time, deep within a cavern far beyond countless miles, a graceful woman clad in crimson battle armor withdrew a blade shimmering with strange blood-like light from the body of a high-ranking magical being whose hair flowed freely over her shoulders. The tall magical being's body fell heavily to the ground with a deep thud, her eyes now lifeless, like those of a fish that had long since died. On the cave floor, there lay two more dark-bodied monster corpses, motionless, each covered by a layer of deep blue ice. The woman glanced impassively at these several monster bodies, then moved swiftly, vanishing along a narrow passage toward the deeper parts of the cave. After several turns and descending several more levels underground, a seemingly ordinary stone wall suddenly appeared before her. The graceful woman's eyes brightened. With a single hand motion, a flash of green light from her palm revealed a strange, small jade cauldron. Spinning smoothly, the cauldron instantly grew to a height of several zhang, its surface glowing with a soft green hue, and faint silhouettes of flowers, birds, insects, and fish emerging. It was precisely the Xitian Cauldron that Han Li had once relied upon. And this graceful, blood-armored woman was none other than the blood spirit incarnation of the Ice Soul Immortal, the Blood Soul. After the young woman and the members of the Xu family were scattered by the magical army's forces, she unexpectedly appeared here and managed to eliminate the three high-ranking magical warriors using some mysterious method. It seems she deliberately led her pursuers to this underground cavern, not merely by chance. At this moment, Blood Spirit raised the Virtual Sky Cauldron, immediately chanting incantations while simultaneously striking the massive cauldron with five jade fingers on one hand. A series of "puff" sounds followed, and several green spell seals shot out, vanishing instantly into the cauldron. Immediately, the cauldron began to resonate with a deep hum, trembling and then rising upward as its lid spiraled into the void, disappearing into the ethereal realm. As the cauldron glowed with a green light, several green characters surged forth, swiftly coalescing into a large, ancient script. These ancient characters lined up in sequence, brightening one after another before gradually dispersing into scattered points of green light, which then shot toward the stone wall in front. A deep, resonant roar echoed through the cavern! At the very instant the dots of emerald light faded into the stone wall, its surface seemed to instantly weather into dust, revealing a grand bronze door adorned with several shimmering silver seals. "Indeed, it has remained undisturbed—no one has noticed this place. The foresight of the original body to leave it here must truly have been brilliant," the blood spirit murmured with a thoughtful gaze, her expression softening slightly with genuine satisfaction. Then, with a flick of her finger, she sent a gust of wind rushing toward the tripod wall, striking it once more with a sharp "whoosh." Immediately, a clear chime resonated within the small tripod, and a surge of emerald mist erupted, spiraling toward the ancient bronze door. As the mist passed over the silver characters on the door, they silently detached and fell away. A soft "creak" echoed— The bronze door opened itself, slowly and gracefully. With the surge of blood light, the blood spirit immediately activated her flight, transforming into a streak of radiant brilliance and vanishing into the doorway. As the great tripod passed by, a flash of light and the small tripod vanished instantly. Inside the gate, there stood a spacious hall, somewhat dimly lit. Though the hall was large—spanning several mu—it was otherwise empty, save for a single square stone table, upon which a small tripod rested. This tripod, too, shimmered with a clear jade glow, its surface adorned with exquisite patterns, and at first glance, it bore a resemblance to the Xitian Tripod to no less than seven or eight parts! When the blood glow subsided, the blood spirit materialized before the stone table, raised her hand, and gently grasped the small tripod. A surge of jade light rose and was easily captured in her hand. With one hand, she placed the tripod before her, and a warm expression of delight bloomed on her otherwise composed face. "Xitian Tripod, Xuling Tripod, Xuhuang Tripod! Hmph. Those others probably don't know—when we set out, I had just duplicated another sacred tripod. This Xuhuang Tripod is even more effective than the previous two. Thus, one of the keys to entering that land has finally been secured." "When the magical calamity subsides, we can then set out for the Thundering Continent!" Blood Spirit murmured softly, her hands flashing with luminous energy, and the jade-like stele vanished without a trace. With no further intention to linger in the hall, she rubbed her palms together and then swept them outward. A thunderous roar erupted, and countless crimson lightning flames surged forth from her palms, rushing in all directions to strike the walls. In moments, the entire hall was engulfed in blood-red electric light, and the stone walls cracked and crumbled piece by piece. As she transformed into a streak of blood-colored light and shot swiftly toward the door, the hall collapsed entirely with a tremendous roar. A short while later, the blood streak materialized above a barren, rolling hill, spiraling once before veering sharply toward a specific direction and speeding off. The direction she took was precisely where the small city where Xu Qianyu and the other two women were located. …One month later, Han Li floated high above, gazing down at the battle below with a cold, frosty expression. At a lower altitude of several thousand feet, hundreds of magical beings clad in purple battle armor, their faces adorned with strange magical patterns, were relentlessly attacking dozens of human cultivators. The lowest-ranked among these magical beings had at least the stage of Yuan Ying, while the two tallest and most prominent leaders had even reached the mid-stage of Hua Shen cultivation—clearly elite warriors among the magical race. The human cultivators under siege were dressed similarly, yet ranged in age and gender, and their cultivation levels varied widely: several young boys and girls were only at the Jian Ji stage, while one elderly man with white hair had already achieved the near-perfect stage of late Hua Shen. Clearly, they were from the same sect or noble family. The majority of them were cultivators at the Ji Dan stage, so despite the elder's steadfast efforts and the intricate array of spells he had arranged, the refined elite of the demonic forces pressed them relentlessly, forcing them into a dire and perilous situation. The white-bearded elder, simultaneously activating a large, seal-shaped artifact and observing the battlefield with keen attention, grew increasingly desperate. This time, facing so many demonic elite units, even if he himself managed to escape, his disciples and students would surely meet certain doom. With this thought, he felt a strong resolve to fight to the end. He opened his mouth, spitting a cluster of pure blood into the great seal, then swiftly tapped it several times with his fingers. Instantly, the white seal roared with gusts of wind and thunder, and as it shimmered, a white dragon seemed to rise from within—its mouth blazing with lightning—and surged directly toward the two leading demonic commanders. How could those two high-ranking magical beings not have sensed that the other was about to give their all? They immediately snarled with laughter, drawing their dark, massive swords inward, then pressing a series of hand seals. With a soft *puff* from behind, each of them suddenly manifested a towering spectral magical bird. With a deer's head and a bat's body, the creatures seemed remarkably fierce. As soon as the spectral birds appeared, they raised their necks and emitted strange cries, flapping their wings and bursting forth from behind the two magical beings, immediately engaging in fierce combat with the white dragon spectral form. Together, they held their own, creating a moment of stalemate. In this brief interval, the human cultivators forming the protective array began to show signs of collapse under the relentless assault from the magical beings. The human cultivators, startled and alarmed, grew pale. The senior elder, furious and dismayed, roared and suddenly struck his head with a powerful blow, preparing to unleash his true Yuan婴 (Immortal Embryo) and fight to the end. At that very moment, a cold exhalation came from above! Though not loud, it was piercingly cold, and as it reached both ears, it seemed as though a thunderclap had struck directly in the mind—shaking the even the demons to pale faces and unsteady stances. These demonic beings were completely engulfed by the clear, misty swordlight, their bodies instantly shattered into countless fragments, even their deeply concealed true essences being reduced to mere splinters by the swordlight in an instant. A vast expanse of blood mist spread out immediately around the human cultivators, filling the entire void space with a thick, pervasive scent of blood.