The two colossal insect shadows were startled, no longer able to maintain any respectful demeanor. As soon as the light shimmering on their surfaces began to fade, they prepared to retreat. However, at the point where the silver-silk woman's finger touched, a flash of black light erupted, and two glowing symbols shot forth, swiftly penetrating the bodies of the two great insects. After a brief flicker, they vanished into the insects' forms with an astonishing speed. The insects cried out in agony, desperately twisting their bodies to resist the force of the black symbols, but in vain. As countless black filaments emerged across their surfaces, their forms rapidly shrank and began to glow and fade. In a short while, where the insects had once stood, only two luminous orbs remained, gently floating in midair. With a single gesture of her hand, the woman summoned the orbs, which then glided effortlessly toward her. With a simple breath, she opened her mouth, and the two orbs spun around once before transforming into two streams of white light, which were directly drawn into her. The silver-silk woman inhaled deeply, closed her eyes, and a radiant shimmer flowed across her face. Her aura seemed to surge dramatically, nearly doubling in strength. Half an hour later, when the young woman lightly exhaled and opened her eyes, the surge of energy surging through her instantly returned to its original state. Suddenly, her expression brightened as she lifted her head and scanned the void above. A flicker of grim determination passed across her face before transforming into a blazing surge of flame, which shot back into her eyes, merging into a swirling, indistinct mass of molten magic flame. At that very moment, the previously motionless bones suddenly lifted their heads and emitted a piercing roar. A cascade of blood mist materialized around them, swiftly coiling into strands that rushed and wrapped themselves around the bones. Dense, layered blood strands rapidly encased the skeletons, glowing with crystalline clarity, transforming into genuine flesh and sinew, and even forming layers of skin and scales. In the span of a moment, the once pale, skeletal remains had transformed into a colossal, monstrous creature with three distinct heads—one large and two smaller ones. These three heads differed in appearance: the one in the center bore a human face, precisely that of the silver-silk woman. The other two, however, were grotesque, with countless eyes of varying sizes scattered across their crowns, and half their faces completely covered by vibrant, multicolored scales. As for the body of this creature, it was smooth and translucent, resembling crystal-carved sculpture. On its broad, mountain-like back, four pairs of lustrous, creamy cicada wings gleamed, adorned with faintly visible, colorful runes that gave it an exceptionally splendid appearance. As soon as the giant creature reassembled its mountainous form, the central head lifted its gaze, its eyes flashing with intense light, silently fixed upon the heavens above. The other two heads remained motionless, their eyes closed and expressions utterly still, as if lifeless. A moment later, a flash of light from the depths revealed three streaks of radiant energy shooting downward. As the light faded, three human figures materialized at a distance of over a hundred paces above—none other than Han Li, Bao Hua, and the Crab Monk. At such close range, Han Li and Bao Hua were able to see the giant insect’s true form clearly, both of them instantly taken aback. The reformed body of the creature, after its flesh and blood had been restored, bore a completely different appearance from the one that had been destroyed on the water’s surface earlier—seeming like two entirely distinct giants. Even more astonishing to Han Li and Bao Hua was the fact that the face on the central head of the creature, resembling the young girl from before, and its steady, solemn gaze fixed upon them, remained unchanged. “This is the true form of the Midge Mother,” Bao Hua said, her face looking somewhat pale, murmuring softly. “Although the appearance has changed, I believe it must be correct,” Han Li said, gazing intently at the human-faced head at the center of the creature, his tone also grave. “Since this creature is unharmed, it seems the two Daoists we encountered have indeed passed away.” Bao Hua sighed once more. Han Li's eyes flashed, and he immediately spotted the several floating, fragmented objects beside the giant insect. His expression stirred slightly, and he nodded once with a quiet gesture, saying nothing more. At the very instant the words were finished, it suddenly opened its small mouth, shooting a burst of gray filaments that instantly spread out and transformed into a vast, all-encompassing net, sweeping down to enclose the three figures above. As the net passed, a strong fishy odor surged forth, making the onlookers feel nauseous. Though Buohua and Han Li appeared calm, they had long since been on high alert against the true form of the Mother of the Midge. As the gray net descended, Buohua immediately cried out, "Now!" and, without further words, raised her hand and then flipped it. Instantly, a shimmer of emerald light appeared, and a small tree materialized, swiftly transforming into a towering, rosy giant tree as the runes danced around it. With countless pink petals drifting through the air, the tree instantly covered the entire expanse of space, fully enclosing it beneath its branches. At the same time, the Crab Immortal rolled his body and instantly transformed into a colossal golden-yellow crab, measuring a hundred mu in size. Electric arcs flashed across his body, and a massive lightning net rose up, directly supporting the gray filaments net. As for Han Li, he paid no attention to the movements of Bao Hua and Xie Dao Ren, merely shaking his sleeve and grasping the sword with a flick of his fingers. A green glow appeared in his hands, and the Xuan Tian Zhan Ling sword was instantly seized. Clearly, when they were en route, Bao Hua Han Li and the others had already discussed and planned their strategies for dealing with the Moth Mother. As soon as they engaged, they immediately divided their responsibilities and activated their most powerful reserves. One person defended against the Moth Mother's attacks, another contained the creature, while a third focused solely on delivering the decisive blow to this formidable foe that instilled deep fear. If a typical great transcendence-level being faced such a seamless, coordinated assault, they would likely have had to close their eyes and accept defeat. Yet the Moth Mother merely arched her dark brows, a strange ripple of energy spreading across her form, and with a single lift of a limb—identical in size and shape to a human arm—extended a slender, pale finger. A flash of black light sent a glowing rune spiraling out from between her fingers, striking precisely at the foremost green line. A soft "pffft," the black runes spun rapidly before bursting open, unleashing a terrifying force of fundamental laws. As soon as the twelve green threads touched this law-based surge, they instantly stiffened, then trembled in disbelief before suddenly rebounding back. A flash of emerald light, and the green threads appeared mysteriously close to Han Li and his companions. This development left not only the floral bloom, but Han Li himself, visibly startled. Without hesitation, Han Li shook his long sword sharply and swiftly slashed again, sending out another twelve green threads. After several dull "pffft" sounds, the twenty-four green threads collided and vanished in a flash, yet a powerful ripple surged outward toward Han Li and his party. Han Li raised his Xuan Tian Zhan Ling sword vertically; several silver characters on its surface briefly glowed, absorbing the incoming waves entirely. His body then trembled, and he involuntarily stepped back several paces. Yet with this continuous deployment of Xuantian treasures, his face paled, and his inner power diminished noticeably—by a substantial amount. This was due to his inherently robust cultivation, far surpassing that of ordinary late-stage cultivators. Were it any other late-stage cultivator, he would have instantly depleted his power and suffered a counterattack from the Xuantian treasures. "This is no ordinary rebound—it's the force of time's reversal!" the treasure blossom exclaimed, her voice rising in surprise. But immediately, she bit down on her silver teeth, raised her hand, and with a swift motion, snapped off a thick branch of her tree, then swiftly waved it toward the void. However, the Mother of the Lesser Insects seemed well-prepared. With a cold laugh, a sudden radiance of gray and white shimmered across her form, and waves of strange energies surged outward in all directions. The vast phantom of pink petals was forcefully pushed aside, and in the vicinity of the giant insect, a strange, ethereal void emerged—covered with an intricate network of gray and white glyphs. A tremendous crash of law-force energy struck simultaneously, violently impacting the halo, which instantly burst and was forcefully repelled—yet the gray-white halo remained undamaged. Bao Hua's face immediately expressed disbelief. "Ha ha, Xuan Tian Ling Domain! Truly unexpected—how a mere lower-plane master could grasp such a divine technique. Alas, you've only grasped the surface, and what you've formed is merely a mere imitation. To stand a chance against me? That's pure fantasy. Then, allow me! Before you are fully absorbed into my very being, I shall personally demonstrate to you the true essence of the Xuan Tian Ling Domain—its true form." The mother of the insect species smiled grimly. Suddenly, both of her forelimbs simultaneously pressed seals, while she murmured incantations. Instantly, the gray-white halo on her body began to spin rapidly, accelerating with each passing moment. Once it blurred, all the light in the abyss dimmed, and the halo vanished suddenly.