The silken thread flashed and vanished instantly, merging silently into the sphere of runes without a trace. Then, the woman chanted softly, rapidly tapping the air above the cold pool with her ten fingers in a continuous rhythm. "Pffft!" The surface of the rune sphere burst with myriad streaks of light, spinning once before suddenly transforming into a five-colored cloud in the shape of a funnel. Within the cloud, runes shimmered and pulses of energy shifted and danced, as though something was rapidly coalescing. Upon the mother of the Shura Spider Clan's low command, the cloud blurred slightly, and at the base, a flash of light erupted—five slender, resplendent crystal filaments shot forth and descended toward the surface of the cold pool. "Crack!" As soon as the filaments touched the pool's water, a layer of milky cold vapor surged upward, and a layer of white frost formed on their surface. The woman arched her brows, then, without a word, tapped the cloud firmly with her fingertip. A deep thunderclap followed, and a cascade of five-colored light flowed down the filaments. The milky cold vapor instantly dispersed upon contact with the descending light. The crystalline filaments shimmered with a white frost and then vanished entirely. After settling down, they remerged into the cold pool. The mother of the Shura Spider Clan displayed a touch of caution, continuously shifting her hand seals and gestures. The five crystalline filaments sank steadily deeper into the pool. Han Li stood on the stone pillar, his gaze flickering as he observed everything unfold, while his inner qi surged and flowed steadily into the magical array beneath him. Though the woman had urged them to give their utmost, Han Li’s profound inner strength allowed him to only employ half of his power—enough to handle the situation effectively. He quietly employed a secret technique, calculating the precise depths to which each filament sank. Ten zhang, thirty zhang, one hundred zhang, three hundred zhang… As time passed, Han Li’s eyes gradually narrowed. By now, the filaments encountered the extreme cold at greater depths, and their descent had noticeably slowed. When they surpassed a thousand zhang in depth, the woman herself could not help but exhale gently, her expression now full of careful vigilance. At this moment, with each breath, the crystal filaments could only sink a few inches deeper, and the situation had become increasingly desperate. Back in the past, when the cold air had blocked their progress, this mother of the Shura Spider Clan had relied on her treasures to reach only this depth. Therefore, now, the filaments were constantly at risk of touching the bottom of the cold pool, keeping the woman ever on edge. The blood-draped maiden was now completely enveloped in a thick mist of blood, with a faint, indistinct silhouette subtly shimmering behind her. Though the nature of the secret technique she employed remained unclear, the aura emanating from her truly matched that of a typical Great Stage cultivator. Indeed, her earlier claim that such a technique could directly elevate her to a higher stage was no mere exaggeration. This inspired the constant glances of blood-burning Mo Jianli and others. Half an hour passed. The crystalline filaments, despite the ever-shifting hues of five colors, continued to form a thin layer of cold frost anew, falling so slowly that even the human eye could scarcely perceive them. Mo Jianli and the others had been continuously channeling their inner energy for such a prolonged period; though they still managed to persevere, their expressions no longer reflected the initial ease. Xue Ran frowned, quietly exchanging a few words with Hei Lin, seemingly discussing something important. As for the numerous Shurō Spiders outside the magical array, their faces had turned pale, clearly beginning to falter. The woman watched all this with growing anxiety. If she could not now extract Tan's treasure, there would be little hope of ever succeeding in the future. With this thought in mind, the Shurō Spider mother suddenly raised her hand and struck her temple. A soft, misty green glow flashed, and from within, a jade spider about a foot long shot out into the air. The spider was uniformly glowing with a jade-like brilliance, yet its two lateral eyes flickered with an eerie purple flame. As soon as it appeared, it opened its mouth toward the cold pool and expelled a sphere of jade-green light the size of a clenched fist. Within this sphere, a white crystalline core was faintly visible, which shimmered once before vanishing into the funnel-shaped cloud mass. Clouds rolled down, carrying streaks of dawn light, instantly reigniting the brilliance, and the crystal filaments fell with renewed vigor. Yet this time, after descending some seven to eight zhang, the five filaments trembled slightly and then remained still. "Here it is," the woman exclaimed, her spirits lifted, quickly speaking. She changed her hand seals and closed her eyes instantly. A vast surge of divine awareness radiated from her brows, flowing down the five filaments and reaching the bottom of the cold pool, where it swiftly swept across the surrounding area. After a brief moment, the woman beamed with joy, murmuring, "Found it!" and opened her eyes immediately. With one finger, she swiftly tapped the space before the five filaments, her incantations growing more urgent. At the same instant, Han Li felt his inner qi suddenly tighten, surging downward toward the stone pillar at a speed more than double that of before. He furrowed his brow, slightly adjusted his inner qi, and then fixed his gaze on the surface of the cold pond, motionless. At that moment, the five crystalline filaments first trembled, then shook violently, emitting a steady humming sound, and gradually pulled themselves upward, threading through the cloud mass. One inch, two inches, half a foot, a foot… The movement was extremely slow, as though entangled with something exceptionally heavy, struggling noticeably. Meanwhile, the once calm pond surface began to whirl wildly, and amid the thunderous roar, a deep, dark vortex of incomprehensible depth formed, as if intent on shattering everything around it. Yet the five crystalline filaments remained straight and upright at the center of the pond. Stronger waves of cold air, several times more intense than before, surged out from the vortex, but were entirely blocked by the surrounding seals. The sheer force of the scene moved blood-ran and Mo Jianli and the others, who remained completely still, eyes fixed on the unfolding drama. Yet the time it took for the filaments to rise was actually longer than the time it had taken them to descend. After an unknown length of time, a tremendous roar erupted within the vortex, and only then was a pale blue stone, the size of a human head, forcibly pulled out, accompanied by a strong surge of fundamental laws radiating from its surface. "Spacetime power," Black Scale sensed the underlying laws within the fluctuation, murmuring with a hint of eager anticipation. While spacetime power wasn't as enigmatic as time-based power, true masters who deeply understood and wielded this law were still rare. Most great cultivators could achieve feats such as tearing through the void and directly transporting their bodies across space, but typically relied on powerful inner energy and certain spatial artifacts to accomplish such feats. Compared to those who truly mastered the laws of space, they were far from comparable. Thus, for a great cultivator, a rare artifact capable of enabling deep comprehension of spacetime laws was truly a sought-after treasure. Han Li observed this silently, offering a slight smile without speaking. He himself could already manifest the Celestial Phoenix skilled in spatial power; with sufficient time, he would naturally gain a solid understanding of the laws of space. Thus, he was not particularly attached to this artifact. Xue Ran gazed at the blue stone with a growing warmth in his eyes. Mo Jian remained outwardly calm, as if unimpressed by the stone that embodied the laws of heaven and earth. However, as both Xue Ran and his black-scaled companion hesitated, the young girl in the blood mist suddenly issued a low command, raised her hand, and launched a burst of crystalline filaments—upon a flash of green light, the blue stone was neatly encased within. With a sharp "thud," the stone was propelled like a bolt of an arrow toward the blood-draped maiden. Xue Ran's expression remained somewhat fluctuating, yet the palm concealed within his sleeve subtly curled. At that moment, however, a piercing gaze, sharp as a blade, fixed upon him, causing a slight pain to radiate across his face. Xue Ran stiffened, and instinctively turned to meet that gaze. The Shouluo spider clan mother stared at him with a solemn gaze, clearly conveying a hint of warning. Xue Ran was slightly startled, quickly glanced at Han Li and Mo Jianli, and found both of them calmly standing on the stone pillar, showing no signs of disturbance. Immediately, he swiftly adjusted his thoughts, forced a smile onto his face, and slightly relaxed his fingers in his sleeve. The black-scaled creatures nearby, though somewhat dissatisfied, could only watch helplessly as the blue stone sank into the blood mist. "Thank you all for your assistance. This matter is now complete. The treasure has finally reached our clan." After the mist rolled and dispersed, the young woman revealed her true form, gently holding the pale blue stone in one hand, and spoke with a touch of joy. "The item—we have successfully retrieved it for you. What about the remaining crystal cores?" Han Li had gradually withdrawn his inner qi, and after a brief glance at the object in her hands, said calmly. "That's easy. Since all of you have honored your promises, my sister will certainly uphold hers as well." The blood-clad maiden smiled gracefully. With a flash of blue light, the stone vanished, and in its place, a white jade box appeared, which she then tossed toward Han Li. "Shh!" everyone's attention instantly turned to the box. Han Li, his expression calm, merely shook his sleeve and caught the jade box in his hand, opening the lid with a single motion. "Indeed, nobles are people of integrity. Blood friend, let's divide the contents." After glancing at the box, a warm smile formed on Han Li's lips. "Excellent. With the remaining crystal cores secured, our mission is accomplished. Now, we can finally feel at ease." Blood Yan laughed heartily, rubbing her hands together. Clearly, compared to the pale blue stone in the maiden's hands, this lightning scroll—capable of reducing the power of a lightning calamity—held greater significance in her eyes. Black Lin and Mo Jian also could not conceal their visible excitement. Han Li gave a slight smile, then gently shook his sleeve, and instantly four crystalline cores shot out, flying toward the three individuals.