At a word, everyone moved swiftly. Alysia rode the current, her hair streaming, darting like a swift arrow to the back of the nude statue, using it as cover and continuing toward the stairs. The bamboo staff surged forward like a leopard, her slender sleeves clinging to her body, outlining strong, sinewy lines that rose and fell with each stride—her speed no slower than Alysia's. The Federal one leaped into the air, the sea rushing beneath him, transforming into a swift steed that caught him just in time, his hooves flying, instantly overtaking two companions and reaching the back of the nude statue. The hunting goddess's range was fifty meters—once they crossed that distance, they would be at the stair entrance. With the nude statue shielding them from arrows, that stretch would take only a few moments for the saints. The hunting goddess, mounted on a golden-horned female deer, stiffened her neck, turning it several times as if assessing the number of figures, then reached into her quiver behind her and grasped four blood-red arrows, drawing her bow. "Damn!" "Fuck!" The roar of the Beast King and the Sea Nymph echoed in Zhang Yuanqing's ears—unlike what they had expected, the Huntress's arrows were not limited to a single shot; they could fire four arrows simultaneously. "Crack!" The bowstring resonated with crisp, powerful sound, reverberating through the crowd. Four streaks of blood-colored light surged forth. Seeing this, Qingzhu quickly removed the golden and silver flat-panel zither from her back and began to pluck it haphazardly. The sharp sonic waves materialized into tangible ripples, radiating outward from the instrument's body. The four beams were slightly weakened, their brilliance and speed diminished, yet they still struck accurately at the nude statue, whose arms were extended to shield itself. A thunderous "boom" rang out as the arrows simultaneously hit the statue's head, shoulders, chest, and abdomen. The granite body collapsed in a cascade of splinters and debris. Alicia promptly raised a wall of wind, while Qingzhu tossed a stone tablet, roughly palm-sized, onto the ground, forming a semi-circular barrier. This was no artifact—this was a tool used by the Earth Monster class. Four arrows pierced the statue, their force weakened by the music, and after breaking through the wind wall, they scattered upon impact against the barrier formed by the stone tablets. Defended! All four breathed a sigh of relief, their faces brightening with relief. "Tap, tap, tap!" Seizing the moment, the sea nymph "Federal Without History" galloped forward on his steed toward the stairwell, raising his shield to protect his head and manifesting silvery fish scales over his body. Dual defense. In the blink of an eye, he reached the stairwell entrance. At that moment, the Huntress drew a pale golden arrow from her quiver and nocked it, drawing a powerful, silent shot. The golden light passed through the knight's shield, through the dark greenish fish scales, and embedded itself into the head of "Federal Without History." His steed collapsed into a surge of white foam, and the sea nymph, propelled by inertia, flew out and landed silently on the steps, falling without a sound. Zhang Yuanqing and the others, who had been rushing forward, all halted abruptly, their pupils contracting sharply. The Huntress swiftly drew three golden arrows, drew back her bow, and left no room for the challengers to breathe. Alysia screamed, "Retreat!" "You go first!" Zhang Yuanqing issued calm orders, simultaneously retrieving a gilded silver pitcher, tossing it into the air, and donning the Thunder Armor with the Thunder God's seal, summoning lightning to strike the Huntress. The lightning enveloped the granite sculpture, yet did no harm. The three relief figures on the pitcher came to life, one by one, stepping out of the silver vessel. As soon as they stepped out, the pale-skinned servant roared, "Brave mortal! How dare you draw your bow before me!" Upon seeing the Huntress riding a golden-horned deer, he trembled, then fell to his knees, trembling and pleading, "By the goddess, forgive my disrespect!" The other two servants bowed immediately. Are these three servants also of Greek mythological origin? Is there a divine supremacy at play here? Zhang Yuanqing mentally cursed, "Crap!" He hadn't expected the divine servants to defeat the Huntress Goddess—he had only hoped they would serve as a shield. Instead, the three weak-willed servants immediately bowed low, their knees even softer than his own. "Crack!" The Huntress Goddess released her bowstring, and three beams of golden light shot toward their targets. Zhang Yuanqing calmly executed his divine journey, his spirit separating and entering the body of a hollow corpse. Instantly, the life returned to the corpse's vacant eyes. At that moment, the golden arrows struck him, silently merging into his body. The corpse seized his physical form and swung it toward Alysia, perfectly deflecting the arrow meant for her. Meanwhile, another corpse rose spontaneously to take the place of Qingzhu, shielding him from the attack. Just as he finished these maneuvers, the Huntress Goddess's assault returned—this time targeting the corpse that housed his spirit. The goddess's attacks came so swiftly that they had no chance to catch their breath. Zhang Yuanqing acted decisively, his spiritual body detaching from the shadow corpse and returning to his physical form. His physical body immediately opened its eyes, then leapt and rolled, escaping the reach of the Hunt Goddess's attacks. The shadow corpse fell straight backward, its already fragmented soul completely dissolving. The three of them quickly retreated, pulling distance from one another, each catching their breath, filled with lingering apprehension. The Hunt Goddess drew her bow and nocked an arrow, gazing coldly at the retreating figures. Zhang Yuanqing paused at a distance, observing the Hunt Goddess in the sky, frowning slightly. The arrows could strike individually or in succession, with a rapid attack frequency; the blood-colored arrows possessed unparalleled destructive power, while the golden arrows specifically targeted the soul. It was nearly impossible to pass through the challenge via defense or influence. His retreat earlier had been prompted precisely by the realization that even with all his efforts, even reaching the stairwell, he would still have to take at least one arrow. Furthermore, during the course of the challenge, Zhang Yuanqing attempted to use the illusions master's emotional influence over the Hunt Goddess, only to find her will as solid as a block of iron—there was no possibility of manipulation She is a statue—her vital essence is untouched by the devouring power of the rogue, unshaken by lightning attacks, perhaps slightly aided by wind blades, though not significantly. Her resolve is firm; illusions and enchantments fail to affect her... The only source of my dominant-phase power is the Thunder God's armor. I can use it to move stealthily at night, charge up my electromagnetic cannon, and strike her unexpectedly. Zhang Yuanqing thought rapidly. "What now?" Qingzhú glanced at the moral sovereign deep in contemplation, then at Aliciá, frowning thoughtfully. Aliciá gathered her thoughts and said, "Continue gathering cultural relics. We need relics that can defend against golden arrows—relics of the spiritual domain. Also, we must prepare relics that offer physical defense, weakening, and control." As she finished, she paused suddenly, her expression growing uneasy. "What's wrong?" Zhang Yuanqing asked. "Nothing—there are no spiritual-domain defensive relics..." Aliciá murmured. I knew it! Zhang Yuanqing murmured to himself. Since becoming a spiritual realm traveler, he had encountered very few mental-defense items. While there were many spells in the realm of spirit, and many that provided immunity—such as the Steel Will of the Scout, the Divine Power of the Sun God of the Day-Wanderer, and the Dragon Roar of the Rain Lord—these were all considered means of strengthening oneself or resisting control, rather than true defense. The only items that could truly be classified as defensive were the blue-faced figures from the Army Soul Mask, which offered immunity to three consecutive attacks of the spirit domain. However, the Army Soul Mask itself was of lower quality and could not withstand attacks during the Dominance phase. Qingzhun's expression darkened. "This is only the first layer—the mortality rate should not be this high. We may have overlooked a key piece of information." If it were the second layer, he would have accepted it. Alysia said firmly, "This is not a cross-ally battle scenario. You can treat this instance as a Class-S challenge. The greatest threat comes not from the opposing realm travelers, but from the very nature of the instance itself." Zhang Yuanqing was struck with an idea and said, "Alicia, lend me your Eye of the Wind for a while." The eyes of Qingzhun and Alicia immediately grew wary, and after a moment's hesitation, Alicia removed her neural-connected eyeball and gently tossed it to the Dao De Tianzun. Zhang Yuanqing reached out to take it, placed it in his inventory to complete the bonding, then retrieved it and activated the Eye of the Wind's panoramic skill. The airflow lifted the eyeball, holding it aloft, offering a sweeping view of the entire exhibition hall. For nearly half an hour, the eyeball remained still, gently carried back to Zhang Yuanqing's hands before, at the very next instant, a vast amount of information flooded into his mind—details on all the artifacts, their images, the layout of the exhibition hall, and more—all pouring in simultaneously. While this sudden influx of information would be overwhelming for other spiritual realm travelers, for the Night-Wanderer, it was nothing short of routine. Indeed, there weren't many artifacts that could effectively resist the golden arrows—there were several strong-control artifacts, but the Huntress Goddess was at the master level, with 1-star artifacts corresponding to the peak of a Saint's rank, so they couldn't have impacted her at all. Could the advantage come from sheer volume? Gathering all the 1-star artifacts from the exhibition hall? That would certainly offer a solid chance—but the survival rates of Aliciia and Qingzhong wouldn't be high. This level of difficulty indeed seemed unreasonable. Zhang Yuanqing's mind was like a CPU running at high temperature, processing information rapidly. Aliciia and Qingzhong remained silent, waiting while contemplating their strategies. At that moment, Zhang Yuanqing, who had been compiling artifact information, suddenly recalled the Tang Dynasty Buddha mummy. Among the 1-star artifacts, the mummy was particularly unique—while all others were inanimate, the mummy continuously generated seismic vibrations within her coffin. This might very well be the hint provided by the quest! Nevertheless, even the most powerful 1-star artifacts still fell significantly short when compared to the S-tier ones. Let's try it out! With the idea formed, Zhang Yuanqing immediately walked toward the direction of the Buddha Qingzhu and Alicia hurried to catch up. The senior executive of Tianfa drifted swiftly toward him, shoulder to shoulder, with a quiet, expectant tone: "What do you wish to do?" "Seal the relics!" Zhang Yuanqing offered no explanation, for he too had only conjectured. Soon, he reached the display case housing the Buddha's mummified remains. On the lotus stone platform, the crimson coffin shook violently. Zhang Yuanqing raised his crossbow and released the trigger, shattering the glass seal. "Clang!" The coffin launched skyward, and both Qingzhu and Alicia felt the temperature around them drop sharply. To Zhang Yuanqing and Lady Yingyao, however, the cold qi emanating from the coffin surged like a thick, swirling mist—startling and overwhelming. Amid the surging "mist," a dark-golden hand emerged from the edge of the coffin. The hand was slender and graceful—typical of a woman's. Immediately, a woman covered entirely in a dark-golden paint rose from the coffin, sitting upright. She was bare from head to toe, her body proportionally perfect, her chest firm and well-defined. Yet her face was a network of dark red muscles, the skin of her face seemingly peeled away by some unseen force. Qingn Zhu and Alicia stepped back—not out of fear, but because the strength radiating from the corpse compelled them to draw distance and engage in battle. The corpse’s pale eyes slowly swept over the surroundings, opening her mouth, and the muscles at her corners gradually snapped, stretching all the way to her ear roots. A terrifying howl was building within. At that moment, starlight rose from the edge of the coffin, and a hand pressed gently upon her head, silencing the opening mouth. The corpse’s neck shifted slightly, her cervical bones clicking as she tilted her head toward the man by the coffin’s side, meeting eyes that shimmered with dark, viscous energy. The surging negative qi suddenly stilled, as if encountering a true adversary. Zhang Yuanqing focused his spirit, and with a sudden movement of his throat, a sharp cry erupted from his mouth. The corpse instantly froze, her pale eyes trembling violently, her residual spirit within her body struck hard. Zhang Yuanqing continuously launched "spiritual assaults," gathering the power of the Waning Moon in his fingertips, inscribing sealing talismans—sealing the corpse and stabilizing its spirit—each talisman entering the body of the female corpse weakening her vitality. With the added support of these spiritual attacks, within less than three minutes, the female corpse lay lifeless and motionless. Zhang Yuanqing smiled with confident assurance: "Before I opened the coffin, I wasn't sure. But now, after opening it, I've already found the way to proceed." Alysia and Qingzhu turned to him, beaming with excitement: "You've got a solution?" "It's all thanks to her!" Zhang Yuanqing pointed to the face of the female corpse and said, "She's an incomplete cultural relic—her facial skin is located on the eastern side. Moreover, there are two Buddhist relics in Hall 3, which should also be connected to her." Alysia recalled with a moment of thought, her eyes brightening: "Yes, I remember now—there was indeed a facial skin belonging to a Level 2 cultural relic." Qingzhu quickly urged: "Then hurry over there!" Zhang Yuanqing removed the talismans from the corpse's body and led her toward the area where the human skin was located. As they walked, Qingzhu suddenly remarked: "Hm, the accumulated points of the Sleeping Dragon Marquis have now taken the lead, far surpassing the second-place contender." The Sleeping Dragon Marquis? Zhang Yuanqing immediately recalled the relevant materials. Having stayed at Tianfa for two months, he had thoroughly studied the various wanted lists and was well acquainted with the top-tier saints of the first region. The Sleeping Dragon Sovereign, a permanent night occupation, ranked first on Tianfa's A-level wanted list—undoubtedly the strongest overall. Zhang Yuanqing glanced at the points leaderboard. He had risen from ninth to fourth place, while the second and third positions belonged to familiar faces: Osmon and Rayli Eugene. As he looked further down, Zhang's expression grew serious. He noticed that Jiang Ju, Huang Taiqi, and Xiao Yuan's points had remained stagnant for a long time, their rankings drifting downward. As for Xiao Yuan, it was clear that given the strength of Huang Taiqi and Jiang Ju, acquiring cultural relics should have been manageable, and their points should have been steadily increasing—not stagnant. This indicated they were in an extremely unfavorable situation, unable to focus on collecting relics to earn points, though they currently faced no immediate life threats. Zhang Yuanqing's growing anxiety accumulated steadily. He quickened his pace and found the face of the skin—refined features, elegant and poised. At this moment, the two-level cultural relics on his body had expired and returned to their display cases, leaving only the Han Eight-Direction Bronze Sword. Zhang Yuqing used the sword to shatter the glass of the case, releasing his face. As soon as the face broke free from its seal, it rose into the air, attempting to blur against Zhang Yuqing's face. The female corpse stepped forward and grasped the face, pressing it against the exposed, fresh, pink flesh of her face. The face pulsed gently, settling tightly and transforming into a delicate, refined countenance. Then, Zhang Yuqing secured the remaining two Buddhist relics—one a golden-red robe and one a deep crimson precept knife. When he had gathered all three relics, a spiritual realm notification sounded in his ears: 【Name: Blood Bodhisattva】 【Era: Tang Dynasty】 【Level: S-Rank】 【Description: After reversing the practice of Buddhist cultivation and suffering from internal flame disturbances, he became increasingly consumed by bloodlust and violence, eventually being subdued and sealed beneath the Great Buddha Hall by the collective efforts of the monks at Jinmen Temple.】