After the set was complete, visible changes appeared in the woman's body—dark golden skin revealed distinct crimson "mandala" symbols, and crimson "mandala" patterns emerged within her white pupils. As the symbols began to manifest, Zhang Yuanqing found herself losing connection with the corpse. She no longer felt in control. The corpse's energy surged steadily, its fragmented soul rapidly restoring itself, emitting a piercing, furious cry: "Unfavorable Commander!!!" "Stronger than I expected..." Qingzhu stepped back several paces, his master-level aura unmistakable. He gazed intently at the Blood Bodhisattva, clad in a monastic robe and holding a precept knife, his expression serious. Yet, the sight of the Bodhisattva wearing only a single robe, with his chest half-exposed—so intimate, so alluring—felt deeply disrespectful and sensual. After the sharp cry, the female corpse lifted the precept knife and, with graceful strides, moved toward the stairwell, her destination clear and firm. He assembled the set of S-rank cultural relics and secured the bulk of the points—this was the largest reward the quest offered. Collecting his thoughts, Zhang Yuanqing urged, "We shouldn't delay; let's head up to the second floor right away." The three of them followed the Blood Bodhisattva toward the staircase entrance. With the steady tap of their footsteps, they reentered the battlefield, sensing someone approaching. The Huntress Goddess hovering in midair turned her stiff neck and glanced their way. Her face and eyes, colorless, expression blank and cold. The graceful Blood Bodhisattva slightly bowed her knees, then launched forward like a swift arrow, striking the Huntress Goddess in midair. The latter remained impassive, drawing and nocking a blood-red arrow. The Blood Bodhisattva swung her jade knife, releasing a crescent-shaped aura. The two streams of blood light collided, triggering cascading waves of turbulence that surged into a terrifying gale. "Move toward the stairs!" Zhang Yuanqing charged ahead toward the staircase entrance. Alyssia and Qingzhu followed close behind, the latter not forgetting to pick up her stone stele that had fallen on the ground The hunt goddess rotated her stiff neck with precision, instantly repositioning her bow and drawing three arrows of blood-red hue, aiming at the three figures below. "Clang!" Her vow-axe struck the hunt goddess's shoulder, sending sparks flying. The aim slightly shifted, and the three arrows skimmed past Zhang Yuanqing and his companions, exploding into deep craters on the ground. The hunt goddess, mounted on a golden-horned female deer, surged through the air, dodging the blood bodhisattva and drawing her bow once more. The blood bodhisattva pursued relentlessly, like a persistent shadow, refusing her any opportunity to draw a shot. Amidst the continuous blasts of air waves above, Zhang Yuanqing and his companions swiftly reached the stairwell, sprinting up the steps with barely a tremor, safely navigating the sixty steps to reach the second floor. 【叮！Congratulations on completing "Mission 1". You have earned 10 points.】 【Mission 2: Safely traverse the current hall and reach the next exhibition hall. Reward: 30 points.】 The commotion below vanished entirely, as if sealed off by an invisible barrier, silent once more. The three turned their heads, surveying the surroundings. The layout of the second floor was similar to that of the first, though not as open-ended—there were clear boundaries visible on either side. At the entrance to the third floor, a bronze door six meters tall blocked the way, featuring a circular recess the size of a basin. To the west stood a bronze sculpture of a Western dragon, wings spread wide, head raised, roaring with power—each scale meticulously carved, as if it were alive. To the east hung a large, blank painting, measuring about two meters in length and one meter in width, standing out prominently. To the north stood a statue dressed in classical Greek attire, with a full beard, a broad nose, and a rugged facial structure, holding a staff wrapped in grape vines, ending in a cluster of pine cones. To the south was a statue of Guanyin, with a graceful and dignified appearance, one hand supporting a white lotus vase, the other gently holding a flower. Between the four massive artifacts stood individual display cases, each spaced more than ten meters apart. There weren't many, and with just a glance, one could see nine in total. Qingzhong smiled lightly, "It's a fortunate coincidence—we were among the first to reach the second floor." Only the three of them remained alive in the second-floor exhibition hall. After all, with Wind-Eye serving as the data collector and me, the Night-Wanderer, acting as the data processor, we've saved both time and energy, she thought. The three turned their attention to the vertical map by the staircase. The map indicated that the second floor had three halls, and this one was the second hall. Qingzhong mused, "The first floor has six halls, and the second floor has three. Following this pattern, the third floor will have just one hall—where all the survivors will eventually gather." Alysia added, "With three halls on the second floor, the first hall on the second floor will gather the spiritual travelers from the first-floor halls one and two, while the second hall will gather those from halls three and four, and so on." "Our opponents are the Lingjing Xingzhe from Hall 4 on the first floor." As she said this, she glanced again at the leaderboard, her gaze growing more serious. "The total number of participants in the raid has dropped to just 22. Half of the Lingjing Xingzhe from the first floor have been eliminated by the first-floor challenges—those who have made it to the second floor are all strong contenders. Fortunately, we won't face too many enemies; we should encounter no more than three. 'Ah, the Sleeping Dragon Title's points are astonishing. Unfortunately, Quemang didn't participate in the killing raid. With him absent, who can contain the Sleeping Dragon Title?' Then, Alicesia and Qingzhu turned their attention to the Moral Heavenly Sovereign, waiting for his analysis. "What are you looking at me for!" Zhang Yuanqing exclaimed, annoyed. "You've finished your remarks—what else can I say!" Alicesia and Qingzhu silently shifted their gaze. After a few seconds, Alicesia grew impatient and turned back, saying, "You could observe the stars." Qingzhu shook her head. "The Star Officials' star-gazing technique can only be used at night and If you want to stargaze indoors, you'd have to sketch the Linglu Star Map—though that would be a waste of time." As a senior official of the Five Elements Alliance, he knew the Night-Wanderer God well. "I have the Daliang Star Disk..." Zhang Yuan thought to himself, standing before the map and feeling his concerns resurface. First, the museum isn't solely reliant on hard power—artifacts function like props. As long as you acquire enough of them, even a regular sixth-tier peak Saint could succeed. Acquiring these artifacts, however, depends on overall strength and skill synergies. In this regard, the Fire Master will lose significant points, since the Fire Master excels only in raw, disruptive power. Second, it's unclear whether the museum's staffing is based on numerical balance, average professional alignment, or random assignment. If it's random, there's a risk that chaotic professions will outnumber orderly ones. In that case, the orderly professionals in that hall would be in for a rough time. Finally, the museum副本 is like nurturing a venomous creature—starting from the first floor and progressing all the way to the third. Only the elite, the true sages, will survive all the way to the final stage. The death rate among the副本 is exceptionally high, and he worries that if he doesn't meet familiar faces like Xiao Yuan, Huang Taiji, Yin Ji, or Xiahou Aotian on the second floor, by the time he reaches the third floor, he might not even see them. Thinking of this, he opens the leaderboard and quickly scans it. 1: Sleeping Dragon Title – 310 points 3: Osmon – 208 points 4: Moral Heavenly Sovereign – 162 points 2: Lei Li Yuugen – 150 points 5: Bloody Liquid – 136 points 6: Xiahou Aotian – 133 points 7: Hundred-Armed Maggot – 110 points 8: Human-Animal Hybrid – 108 points 9: Xia Zhao – 97 points 10: Yin Ji – 93 points ... The rankings have shifted slightly. After gathering the full set of the The accumulated points of the Dormant Dragon Sovereign are far ahead, bordering on impossible. Either he possesses a unique ability or there's a bug in the Karlin Realm. After all, everyone is at the peak of the Saint level, so there should be some gap—yet not this staggering. Additionally, Huo Fo, the prodigious Wind Mage from the Heaven's Judgment headquarters, has returned to the Spiritual Realm, and Noth, the peak Saint from the New Covenant District branch, has also returned. Though the museum is large, it's still an indoor setting, making it difficult for Wind Mages to fully leverage their fighter advantages—high mortality rates are therefore quite expected. Still, Zhang Yuanqing feels a sense of quiet melancholy. After all, these two are familiar faces. For years, they've been prominent figures, backed by Heaven's Judgment, achieving widespread acclaim. Yet, within the combat instances, they simply fall by the wayside—dying with little fanfare. This is precisely what the combat instances are about: mortality rates even surpass those of S-tier instances. Even the most powerful and renowned figures become mere footnotes here. Yet, Zhang Yuanqing is relieved to know that the people he truly cares about are all still alive— It seems she has diligently practiced the "Pure Yang Bathing Scroll." Using the power of the Sun God during the Saint stage is merely a minor advantage. "Little Yuan, Jiang Ju, and Huang Taiqi are acting strangely. According to the rules, in combat scenarios, if they can't defeat the enemies, they should only die—yet they haven't died, and their scores aren't improving. What's going on?" Zhang Yuanqing speculates that they might have been "imprisoned." But what purpose would the enemies have in imprisoning them—there seems to be no necessity at all. Zhang Yuanqing gathered his thoughts, settled into a meditative posture, and said, "Before we proceed to explore Hall Two, I'll first perform a stargazing session. You two will serve as my protectors." Seeing Qingzhu and Alessia look puzzled, Zhang Yuanqing casually added, "I am a celestial official specializing in the power of the stars. I became a Saint thirty years ago and spent several years in seclusion at Taimei. Recently, through a sudden inspiration, I've been able to observe the stars and make divinations, and now I realize my opportunity to ascend to the rank of Master has arrived—thus, I've The Qingzhu shook her head repeatedly, indicating that back thirty years ago she had not yet weaned, and thus could not judge whether the Dao De Tianzun's words were true or not. Nevertheless, having established initial trust through their collaboration on the first floor, they were willing to overlook any minor issues as long as the Dao De Tianzun did not exceed the bounds of propriety. At once, she stepped forward to protect him. Astronomy can observe the evolution and development of all things, but since he's outside, not in a room, and not during the night, relying solely on the Great Luo Star Disk, what he sees is all hazy and fragmented—disconnected, lacking a coherent narrative. Arranging a strategy based on such scattered information is quite challenging... Nevertheless, treating these as early warning signs is acceptable. The fire and the black water likely originate from the dungeon itself. There are five enemies in Hall 4... From the several fragments observed just now, it appears these are all evil-type characters. Has the orderly faction in Hall 4 been wiped out? Indeed, the information about the dungeon is still limited, making it difficult to proactively plan. However, for these adversaries, he can prepare in advance. Zhang Yuanqing opened his eyes and saw Qingzhu and Alicia gazing at him with both anticipation and subtle skepticism. "What have I observed?" Qingzhu asked. "I've observed that you will perish due to a flood," Zhang Yuanqing replied. "There are five enemies in Hall 4—all of them evil-type characters—who are approaching soon." "Alice's expression changed," "Five?" That wasn't what she had expected. Qingzhu's demeanor also instantly grew serious—should the Moral Sovereign's stargazing technique be reliable, then, before the副本 crisis unfolded, they would first have to face off against five evil-class opponents. They would be at a severe numerical disadvantage. Seeing both of their anxieties now clearly evident, Zhang Yuanqing seized the opportunity to say: "I have a plan for them—I'll need your cooperation..." A short while later, what appeared to be cooperation in reality turned out to be a strategic bait—Qingzhu and Alice chose to take a gamble, placing their trust in the Moral Sovereign. Together, they walked toward the display case, positioning themselves at the most prominent spot, and silently waited. Not long after, they heard footsteps approaching from the staircase, accompanied by a sharp, mocking chuckle: "The Hundred-Armed Officer—haven't those two turned to pus yet? Honestly, that woman is quite beautiful—so beautifully refined in her transformation. What a pity." Another deeper, more stern voice replied, "As a free agent, to assist an lawful occupation—merely deserving of death."