"I certainly understand this! When we break through the array, we'll make a grand display—no matter how patient Qingyuan Zi remains and refrains from using his reserves, he won't be able to fully concentrate on the heavenly calamity. Daoist Sanquan, it'll be entirely up to you shortly." Huang Yuzi said with a沉沉 smile. "Rest assured," Sanquan replied with an air of confidence. "The task of breaking the array is entirely mine." Upon saying this, the young Daoist raised one hand in a gesture and instantly a cascade of white clouds surged beneath him, lifting and carrying his form forward toward the valley. Huang Yuzi and the giant did not hesitate, launching into flight and following closely behind. After traveling only about a hundred li ahead, a sudden roar echoed all around them. The surrounding space blurred, and the landscape transformed instantly. The three of them found themselves now within a vast forest of towering trees. Each tree stood approximately a hundred zhang tall, dark and solid as cast black iron. At the very instant the three arrived in the clearing, the surrounding colossal trees suddenly shook with a seismic intensity, tilting and crashing downward toward them. Before they truly landed, powerful gusts of wind surged downward, pressing heavily upon them. "Such a simple spell should be able to contain me? Truly, it's quite amusing." Upon witnessing this, the Third Full-Complete Daoist burst into hearty laughter. No precious artifacts were summoned—only a single commanding roar, as he shook his sleeves forward, and a surging wave of golden-yellow energy erupted, sweeping outward in all directions. This time, as the three had barely traveled ten or twenty li, a sudden burst of light erupted at several hills below. Three符arrays, each about an acre in size, flashed into being simultaneously atop the hills. As the sound of rushing air rippled through them, countless fire balls surged forth, pouring down in a dense wave toward the three figures. Only the seals near the valley's heart are truly central, specifically designed to counter the methods of peers at the Great Perfection stage. ... At the valley's entrance, where the graceful figure was seated, a sudden ripple of sound reached her ears, carrying Qingyuan's solemn transmission: "Yan, be cautious. My great adversary outside is breaking through the array. Take the several treasures I gave you earlier and assume command of the Eighteen Heavenly Sha Array." "Yes, Master. I will be there immediately," she replied, her expression sharp, rising swiftly and bowing respectfully to the heavens. At this moment, all the seals and arrays within the valley had fully unfolded. Layers of vibrant, multicolored light, combined with the ceaseless surging black gusts in the air, made it impossible to see anything clearly at the valley's center. Beyond the occasional thunder and the intermittent clear, resonant tones, she could no longer sense any movement from the great platform. "You need not worry." With someone presiding over it, the Eighteen-Day Maleficent Array would gain at least an additional twenty percent in power, enabling it to repel external foes for several days. Once I successfully pass through this trial, I shall be able to personally confront these major adversaries." Seungyuan noticed his disciple's growing unease and smiled, offering two more reassurances. Yanli, hearing these words, felt a subtle sense of relief. Since her master could still find time to communicate with her, it was likely that he still had sufficient strength to withstand the heavenly calamity. Without further hesitation, she activated her flight spell and transformed into a glowing yellow sphere, swiftly departing from the valley entrance. A short while later, Yanli stood atop a mountain, her body floating beneath a large, circular, disc-shaped artifact, densely adorned with a series of small flags of varying colors. She was intently gazing at a bronze mirror held in her hands. Within the mirror's shimmering image, the Three-Complete Monks were skillfully maneuvering a white flying blade, performing a dynamic, dragon-like dance that completely dismantled the golden energy array encircling the outer perimeter. With one more flick of his wrist, the San-quan Daoist vanished completely from the scene. Yanli gasped, her brows furrowed tightly. Though she knew that anyone regarded as a major threat by Qingyuan Zi must be a Dacheng-period cultivator, she hadn't expected such refined mastery in array techniques. It seemed the numerous outer seals, while formidable, could not withstand the opponent for long. If she hoped to buy time for her master, only her own Eighteen Days of Sudden Death Array could make a difference. Thinking thus, Yanli could no longer afford to delay. With a single hand gesture, she raised a move, and instantly, several array flags shimmered and dissolved into wisps of green smoke. After a cup of tea's worth of time, fierce winds roared across the valley, sand and stones whirling in the air. Cracks suddenly spread across the ground, from which thick waves of blood-colored mist surged forth, rolling and surging outward to completely envelop the valley on all sides. Following several piercing cries, a loud wail of ghostly lamentations rose from the blood mist, with countless massive black silhouettes faintly visible within. Waves of malevolent energy surged upward, forcefully scattering half of the sky's dark clouds. In a short span, Xianli had successfully activated all eighteen intricate magical arrays encircling the valley. When Huang Yuanzi also learned the subtle secrets of these array formations from the San Quan Dao person, his face turned even paler. "Then it seems we must dismantle each of these arrays one by one before we can enter the valley," Huang Yuanzi asked, gritting his teeth. "It's likely we have no choice but to do so. However, the most difficult to break in a chain of such arrays is the first one. Once the first is broken, the cumulative strength diminishes, making the subsequent arrays easier to unravel. Yet precisely because of this, the first array's defenses accumulate the power of all eighteen arrays, and thus, dismantling it will truly require considerable effort." The San Quan Dao person paused and replied. "Hmph! Qing Yuanzi's tactics are indeed cunning. But to think that this will hold me back is a grave mistake. San Quan Dao friend, how long would it take to dismantle these arrays?" Huang Yuanzi sneered and asked. "If our Dao friend is willing to assist with the Nine Phantoms and the Auspicious Gate, it should take only four days." After some thought, the San-quan Daoist said, "If we don't make progress in four days, Qingyuan Zi might conclude his celestial calamity earlier. Then, at the crucial moment, I'll lend you a hand with my maternal and offspring corpse Yin Thunder. We must clear all the legal arrays outside the valley within three days." Huang Yinzi spoke with fierce determination. "Maternal and offspring corpse Yin Thunder! I didn't expect you to have this treasure prepared. With this, clearing the eighteen Heavenly Evil Arrays within three days will surely be feasible," the San-quan Daoist said, his face briefly darkening, then quickly returning to its usual composure. "Very well. Daoist Bumen, you needn't intervene now—just rest and gather your strength. It will be when you finally face Qingyuan Zi that you'll truly need to step up." Huang Yinzi nodded and turned to the giant, saying this. "That doesn't need to be explained by Huang brother. I've always known this—Qingyuan Zi's several divine techniques are only effectively countered by my own cultivation method." The Bumen Tianzun smiled broadly, speaking with complete confidence. Huang Yuanzi smiled faintly, said nothing, and with a single hand motion, rolled a shimmering glow—there emerged a translucent, miniature pavilion, which he then tossed forward with a flick of his wrist. A surge of wind and thunder roared in the sky, and a brilliant white light intensified, after which a pavilion several dozen feet high descended from the heavens. Huang Yuanzi shifted slightly, appearing briefly blurred at the summit of the pavilion, then lightly planted his foot. The pavilion roared, surging forward with swirling flashes of lightning, and sped toward the opposing formation. San Quan Dao-ren chuckled, pressed a hand seal, and followed the pavilion with a swift advance. The giant gently stroked a curved corner atop his head, smiled faintly, and then calmly drifted forward. ...In the marshlands of Diyuan, suddenly the space above began to warp strangely, and a piercing cry rang out—then a sword beam of deep green, over a hundred feet long, flashed into view and swept gracefully downward. A crisp crack echoed in the marsh, and the sky itself was split in two by a glowing green blade streak. Then, a roar surged, and a massive black vessel, over a thousand zhang long, was forcibly pushed through the blade's rift, instantly materializing within the space. On the vast deck ahead of the vessel, a man dressed in a green robe stood with his hands behind his back, his expression remarkably calm. "Master Han, is this indeed the place where your close friend has been residing?" asked a black-robed woman, who had scanned the surroundings with her eyes, unable to help but inquire. "Yes, is there anything unusual that Blood-Pulse finds?" the man replied with a smile. These two—Master Han and Blood-Pulse—had just arrived from the Fei-Ling clan.