"The realm where Pluto sleeps, the realm where Pluto sleeps..." He opened and closed his lips, murmuring in a chant-like tone. The stars across the sky, as if summoned, responded—some trembled, then collided with neighboring stars, triggering a domino-effect chain reaction. As the stars collided, they spiraled into vortex patterns. Zhang Yuan's pupils shimmered with starlight, his gaze fixed and unwavering on the celestial dance. His mind, like a high-speed computer, processed the feedback, made predictions, received further feedback—continuously... After the last time the realm of slumber nearly came to the attention of the indigenous forces, the King of the Underworld realized that ordinary "uninhabited lands" were not sufficient. He needed a true sanctuary—remote enough that ordinary people would never visit and where even the indigenous travelers would shy away. Through several days of exploration, the King pinpointed the Ten-Ten Mountain Range, home to the Qinghe branch. The range is vast, and visitors typically stay within designated zones; even the orderly and free-traveling travelers are reluctant to venture deep into the mountains, making it an ideal fit. Even the spiritual travelers of the Qinghe branch maintain a fixed lifestyle within their established circles. Given the immense scale of the mountains, they simply cannot explore it thoroughly at leisure—no matter how much time they have, they would not be able to cover it in just three days. The only potential concern lies with the native creatures dwelling in the mountains. The Qinghe branch's wood spirits have cultivated numerous combat-oriented beasts within the range. However, over several days of observation, the King has noted that these creatures are strictly prohibited from entering the outer regions, as their presence would inevitably cause significant disturbances if spotted by visitors. The activity range of the mythical beast lies in the central region of the Ten-Ten Mountain range. The spot chosen by the King of the Underworld precisely lies at the junction between the outer and central areas—here, there is no water source, no fruit trees, only vast stretches of pine forests, relatively barren. As a result, wildlife is sparse, with only squirrels being regular visitors. "Shhh... shhh..." Stepping on the dry, yellowed pine needles, the King enters a shallow cave, surveys the space, and selects a dry, level spot to sit. Then, he arranges essential oils, candles, silver talismans, and rose distilled water to perform a simple magical ritual designed to conceal both his presence and his sounds. After setting up the materials, he retrieves a sculpted spirit child made of smooth, lustrous jade, with eyes closed. Half-kneeling, he holds his hands in prayer toward the statue. This item was purchased from a black market in Southeast Asia during his journey—this consumable blends characteristics of the night-wanderer deity and the spirit-medium, housing a powerful infant spirit within the sculpture, endowing it with the ability to bestow blessings. As long as one prays to the spirit of the infant, blessings will flow from the unseen, bringing one's wishes to fulfillment. The King of the Underworld knows this is the specialty of foreign evil practitioners—the skill of blessing. After completing the blessing ritual, the King withdraws the statue, leans against the stone wall, and quietly contemplates his future plans. He had originally intended to stay in the province of Baigu for a while, saving funds before departing. However, he has learned that the headquarters of the Five Elements Alliance has dispatched a skilled envoy to eliminate the native forces—this has made him sense an impending threat. Moreover, the delegation from the Celestial Judgment has also arrived on the continent, specifically targeting him. Thus, he cannot remain in Baigu for long. Upon reaching the neighboring, more chaotic province of Caiyun, he will seek to accumulate funds and then journey westward into uncharted territories, where he can seek refuge. As he continues to think, the King closes his eyes and falls into a deep sleep. His breathing gradually evened and deepened, his figure growing hazy, as though merging seamlessly with the cave, like an unremarked boulder. The breeze swept through the pine grove, and the rustling of the pine needles grew hushed. The insect hums faded, one by one the insects fell from the trees, and the squirrel tumbled from the branches—sleep’s enchantment had settled over the pine forest. ... The swirling constellations gradually stilled, and then, swiftly, a star in the southeast began to descend. "Southeast—ten thousand mountain ranges," Zhang Yuanqing placed his hand upon the surface of the Dali Star Disk. In his mind, a shimmering river of stars illuminated, perfectly mirroring the celestial movements of the night sky, with a star likewise plunging toward the southeast. This star struck his awareness, stirring a vision of the future. In the vision, the mountains rose like dragons, their forests vast and verdant. As the view drew closer, it finally settled on a pine grove. "The resting place of the King of the Underworld has been found!" Zhang Yuanqing suddenly opened his eyes, and indeed, items that had been in long-term contact with the King of the Underworld were much easier to locate. "The King of the Underworld is truly hidden deep within the Hundred-Ten Mountain Range. If this were ordinary circumstances, he would have been discovered with great difficulty. But now, with several thousand people from the Qinghe branch searching the mountains and valleys thoroughly, his sleeping place will surely be found within a day. I must act swiftly—there's no time to delay." He immediately pulled out his phone and dialed the number of the Pursuer, saying, "Get ready and head to the Hundred-Ten Mountain Range." Then, he produced the Little Red Hat and unfolded the Princess Yin Yao. "Proceed as planned, and take the perfect human skin to the Qinghe branch to find Yun Meng..." Zhang Yuanqing suddenly noticed the satchel at her waist, and his mouth twitched. "You can't carry that." Despite Princess Yin Yao's protests, Zhang Yuanqing firmly removed the satchel and returned the hat space. ... Qinghe Branch. In the attached building of the clan's manor, the proud sea nymph Osmon was eloquently recounting her lineage, experiences, and refined tastes—presenting the deep roots of a century-long capital accumulation. While most people weren't worth Osmon's while in displaying her background, the young woman named Yunmeng certainly was. She was striking—her clear, lively eyes and pure, genuine demeanor deeply captivated Osmon. As a well-established heir of a capital family, Osmon suffered from the typical aristocratic trait of being romantically inclined. She was delighted to engage in beautiful, meaningful moments with this beautiful foreign woman, even though their connection was destined to be brief—precisely what she desired. After speaking for a while, noticing that the young woman at the table seemed lost in thought, distracted, Osmon asked, "What are you thinking about?" "I'm about to go feed the pigs," Yunmeng replied honestly. "After that, I have to help you search the mountains. So please, hurry up and finish speaking—I'm going to leave right after." Osmon's expression stiffened. Yunmeng looked at him seriously and said, "Do you want to 'soak' me?" "What does 'soak' mean?" "Mean to sleep with me." ...Osmon managed a smile. "Your innocence and warmth deeply attract me. Love isn't just about sleeping together—it's about mutual attraction." "Oh," Yunmeng said, shaking her head. "Then you're out of luck. I don't want to sleep with you—especially not when you're not even close to the Prime Immortal's beauty." She looked slightly dismissive. This man with golden hair and blue eyes—his features seemed as if he hadn't fully evolved, like a primitive chimpanzee. Foreigners, after all, were all like that. She preferred the Prime Immortal's refined yet gentle appearance. "...Osmon sat there, motionless, as if carved from stone. "Oh, I'm sorry," Yunmeng quickly apologized, having accidentally spoken the truth. "I—I'll go feed the pigs now." She stepped out of the living room with long, graceful strides, clicking her heels. Osmon quietly took out a mirror with a crystal handle and gazed at his expressionless, rigid face Golden hair, deep-set eyes, a strong nose, and finely carved facial contours—this face would be nothing short of a heavenly masterpiece, worthy of a reigning superstar. How could he possibly be considered unattractive? Osmon's facial muscles twitched sharply. In his mind, Yuan Shi Tian Zun was some kind of fool—what kind of a fool was he to compare himself to a young, delicate-faced boy? Even the young Fu Qingyang hadn't quite reached his level of elegance. At that moment, Osmon's phone rang. The caller was a Hunter of Monsters. "Executive," he answered promptly. "Any updates from the Qinghe branch?" the Hunter asked directly. Osmon shook his head. "Not yet." The mountain search had already begun, with the Hunter—a Wind Mage—leading Huo Fo and Xia Zhao in the field. Osmon remained at the Qinghe branch to receive information. As soon as any news came from the Qinghe branch's people, he would immediately relay it to the Hunter. The warrior expressed a somewhat disappointed "yes," "After midnight, the Realm of Prophecy resets. I'll predict tomorrow's events—hoping for something worthwhile." The prophecy they had used yesterday, through a tool, had been: "Can they capture the King of the Underworld today?" The Realm of Prophecy's result was—no. That meant they wouldn't capture the King of the Underworld today, though there were several possibilities. It might not be that they couldn't find him at all, but rather that he would escape during the day. As long as they kept him in sight, they might succeed tomorrow. Therefore, the pursuit should continue. "Director, don't worry—we have plenty of time," Osmon smiled. He hadn't yet fallen asleep at the Qinghe branch, and didn't intend to leave just yet. The warrior said, "You stay at the Qinghe branch and keep an eye on things—notify me immediately if anything happens." The two then ended the conversation. ... In the central and outer regions of the Ten-Ten Mountains, two young men dressed in Qinghe clan attire carried rifles, each accompanied by a large wolf and a peacock leopard, trekking through the dense forest. "Ah Xin, I'm so tired," the younger boy yawned. "I usually sleep by now." "You're level 2 now—you can't die from not sleeping for a day," the elder青年 scolded. "All day long you're just sleeping. Patrol duty pays two hundred federal coins a day. For such a good job, you're being lazy." "We don't lack a little money," the boy replied. "You don't lack it—I do. In a few years, when you meet your girlfriend, you'll realize—no matter how much money you earn, women always eat it up." The elder spoke with the air of someone who had seen it all. As they spoke, they entered a stand of pine trees. The young man murmured, "It's you who's been drained all along! Nowadays, women are so practical. They're constantly sucking out your energy when they're in love—draining one after another, then moving on. It's absolutely ridiculous to spend so much on women, only to find it's never enough. Ah, Xin-gong, I'm telling you—money is shown to women, not actually spent on them." The young man scoffed, "Stop watching those video shorts—they're just trying to fool you youngsters." Suddenly, he felt dizzy, and waves of drowsiness washed over him. "Hm, suddenly so sleepy..." Just as he finished speaking, he heard a soft "thump" from beside him—then a crash as the young man collapsed. Turning to see, he found the youth already lying on the forest floor, covered in pine needles, snoring deeply. The giant wolf and the peacock also staggered, their massive bodies wobbling and then falling, sinking into sleep. The young man's eyes narrowed slightly. Found it... He quickly stepped back, pulling out his phone to report to his people. But the waves of drowsiness surged again. As he reached Half an hour later, a streak of starlight rose from the darkness. A tall, unremarkable young man stepped forth from the light. Zhang Yuanqing glanced around and spotted two members of the Qinghe clan sleeping nearby. They must have been found already... his heart tightened. During dinner, he spent another hour charming Yun Meng, gathering information about the Qinghe clan's and Tianfa's strategies. This search operation deployed a total of 2,000 clan members and several rare beasts, reporting to the clan every hour. If any team failed to report within an hour, the Qinghe branch would detect an anomaly and dispatch personnel to investigate based on the area they were responsible for. These two had likely just fallen asleep, or perhaps had been asleep for nearly an hour—possibly even the Qinghe clan had already sent someone. "We don't have much time!" Zhang Yuanqing dialed the phone of Lady Yin Yao. "Act immediately!"