On this third level, countless bizarre items and weapons floated amidst the chaos, each possessing its own energetic rhythm, as if each one were a living thing "breathing" energy. Even if Zheng Zha were an idiot, he would instantly realize the precious nature of these objects, surmising they must be the crystallized essence of artifacts left behind by the cultivators. Some might possess immense power, others might boast ingenious capabilities; in any case, these things were surely top-tier treasures worth more than A-grade, perhaps even Double-A grade. Zheng Zha felt like a frail thief who had stumbled into a vault filled with ten-ton gold slabs—he could see them, but he couldn't lift them...

"Damn it! This is infuriating! Who the hell sank this landmass?!" Zheng Zha nearly roared to the heavens. Every single artifact looked too valuable to abandon, yet there were hundreds, perhaps thousands, of items here. If they couldn't be placed into spatial bags or storage rings, even in perfect safety, they would need days just to ferry them all out, let alone grabbing them hastily now, which would only result in discarding most of them to snatch one or two.

"Forget it..." Zheng Zha heard the roar outside growing more intense.

He knew the collapse here was imminent, and once they plunged into the mantle's magma, even with the peak strength of the Fourth Tier, he would never find these artifacts again. Even if he attained the Saint-level power of the Fifth Tier, these items would continue sinking and burning in the magma, and after years or perhaps longer... they would be swept to unknown places by the torrent, or perhaps sink into the Earth's core... In other words, this was his last chance! (The terrestrial artifacts varied greatly in size, and I have no idea which one holds the strongest power. Damn it, if only Wang Xia were here; he's the most familiar with Chinese myths of cultivation and legend. He could certainly identify the most potent cultivation artifact here. If they happen to be those from the legends, that would be fantastic. If I only get artifacts with peculiar functions and lacking overwhelming power, that would be truly disastrous...) "Never mind! I’ll take as much as I can carry, focus on the smaller items! That way, I can carry more!" In reality, the sizes of the artifacts on this third level were wildly inconsistent. The smallest were merely a few rings resembling storage rings, while the largest was a shield the size of a wall, and a metal staff over five meters long. That particular cultivation artifact clearly radiated immense power; golden streams of energy constantly circulated over its surface, making it significantly more formidable than the Tiger Soul in its half-state, just based on that alone. Moreover, judging by the familiar three-segmented coloration on the staff, it strongly resembled a weapon allegedly wielded by some legendary fighting monkey. If that were true... its power might surpass the Tiger Soul Blade even at its full capacity... However, it was a pity that no matter how powerful the weapon was, its enormous size rendered Zheng Zha helpless. Thus, his gaze immediately turned towards the smaller artifacts. The closest small artifact to him was a palm-sized mirror, which even had a small loop on its frame. Zheng Zha snatched the mirror and slid it onto his finger before rushing towards another small item.

Zheng Zha’s speed was undeniably fast. He had just reached an ancient bronze bell when his foot suddenly stumbled. The entire ground shook violently. As Zheng Zha instinctively grasped the bronze bell, he vaguely felt the imprint of ancient inscriptions—perhaps the inscriptions of the Zhong—but he only registered this for a moment. Then, the entire ground collapsed with a violent tremor, and Zheng Zha was thrown down, pinned by falling rubble and splintered wood. Yet, ordinary debris and shattered wood... even the collapse of the entire pavilion couldn't harm Zheng Zha. Thus, in the next second, he spread his wings, attempting to fly, hoping to snatch a few more artifacts or cultivation manuals in the final moments before the pavilion crumbled. But before he could ascend more than a few meters, the True Essence Qi and Demonic Power, which had harmoniously coexisted within the pavilion, suddenly collided fiercely. These two opposing energy attributes had completely lost their restraint; given any trigger, they would immediately react as violently as "explosion" and "destruction," perhaps even more terrifying, like a 'Demon-Powered Cannon'...

"Could it be... my end is near?" This antique-sounding phrase flashed through Zheng Zha's mind just before a flash of blue-green light filled his vision, engulfing the entire pavilion in an immense azure glow. Then, the whole structure completely collapsed...

As the pavilion collapsed into the vast blue-green light, the distant group could only stare in dumbfounded silence. Chu Xuan and the others were unaware of the pavilion's internal structure or energy composition, so they naturally couldn't know the origin of that blinding azure light. But watching the structure split in two, even an idiot could discern the immense danger within, and the person inside was naturally Zheng Zha. Although he was powerful, he was still within the defined limits of the Reincarnation Squad's strength, not possessing the abilities of protagonists in fantasy novels. Forget such a spectacular scene of vast azure light; even a barrage of electric plasma bombs would be enough to harm him... Could Zheng Zha be lost?

Wang Xia stood stunned for a few seconds, then suddenly waved his hand fiercely, sending another electric plasma bomb towards the nearby sea of flesh, annihilating over ten square meters of meaty mass before roaring, "Chu Xuan! Zheng Zha isn't dead, is he?!" Zhang Heng and Zhao Yingkong remained frozen, staring at the scene. Only Chu Xuan seemed unaffected, continuously channeling his Power of Belief. He silently fired several rounds, showing no sign of agitation. Just as he prepared to use the Power of Belief again, Wang Xia suddenly grabbed his collar, yelling with bloodshot eyes, "Chu Xuan! Zheng Zha isn't dead, is he? You insisted he go get those cultivation scriptures! Say something!"

Chu Xuan looked at Wang Xia silently, then casually replied after a few seconds, "The metal chip I gave Zheng Zha hasn't broken..."

"Huh?" Wang Xia asked perplexedly, "What does it mean if it hasn't broken?"

"The metal chips I gave you are connected by induction to the glasses worn by Yi Jian Shu. If they break, I know instantly. Even if Zheng Zha placed the chip in his storage ring, the chip itself is made from legendary magical materials exchanged in the 'Main God' space; even a storage ring can't block its signal. The storage ring hasn't been damaged, which means the ring, which has virtually no defensive capabilities on its own, is intact, and Zheng Zha, who is using it, is still alive and possesses sufficient defense..." Chu Xuan ignored Wang Xia still clutching his collar, raised his gun, and fired two more Power of Belief bullets at the distant mass of flesh, saying as he shot, "From when Zheng Zha entered that pavilion until it fully exploded, exactly eleven seconds passed. Given Zheng Zha's speed, he must have acquired some useful things in that time. Whatever it is, I believe it will be very interesting... Wang Xia, do you trust me?"

Wang Xia was momentarily stunned again. He had grabbed Chu Xuan instinctively out of sheer anxiety for Zheng Zha's perilous situation. Beyond that, he had no particular opinion of Chu Xuan, much less the question of trust. If there was one person in the entire Central Continent Team capable of determining their fate, and the fate of their enemies, it could only be Chu Xuan. That was the kind of man he was. Having him as a partner offered no sense of security; one might be plotted against or manipulated at any moment. But having him as a partner compelled trust, or rather, forced one to trust him. In terms of strategy and design, he was a "God"!

Chu Xuan didn't wait for Wang Xia's reply, continuing on his own, "The landmass has about twenty seconds before it plunges into the magma, but Imhotep’s descent time is still around thirty seconds. This means we have ten seconds of absolute danger. During this time, Zhang Heng and I will have almost no power to protect ourselves. The only people present who can help us are you and Zhao Yingkong. If we fall into the magma during this period, it means death. Therefore... our lives are entrusted to you two..."

Wang Xia's stupor deepened. Had he ever seen Chu Xuan so vulnerable? Or rather... had he ever seen Chu Xuan ask others for a favor? Never! And seeing Chu Xuan like this now... for some unknown reason, a sudden fear gripped him, as if he had seen the sun rise in the west. It wasn't that he was going mad; the world wasn't ending. His mind was clearly rational, so the other possibility was... either Chu Xuan believed he himself was about to die, or Chu Xuan believed all of them were about to die...

"Could it be... we are about to die?" As if compelled by some strange force, Wang Xia echoed almost the exact words Zheng Zha had spoken earlier. The moment the words left his mouth, the ground beneath them completely shattered and broke apart. The massive sea of flesh in the distance plunged into the magma first, followed closely by the group. Far behind them, in the remote distance, a whirlwind rushed downward at great speed, yet it was still farther away from them than they were from the magma... Less than twenty seconds remained until the group fell into the magma...