A strange, faint, almost mystical wave of power rippled around them before vanishing without a trace, as if it had never been there.

When using the Pupil of Light and Darkness, there was actually another formidable ability: that of searching. However, since He Yiming had achieved mastery in the Martial Dao and advanced to the peak of the Human Dao, he hadn't employed this power for a long time.

This was because, for He Yiming at that time, using his immensely powerful consciousness for searching yielded far superior results than relying on the jade disk.

After all, in the Human Dao realm, using the disk for searching only allowed for sensing a single direction, whereas using the mental projection provided an omnidirectional sweep. Unless one was an absolute fool, the correct choice was obvious.

Yet, He Yiming had forgotten one crucial matter: employing this wondrous Divine Tool in the Human Dao realm was vastly different from using it in the Divine Dao realm.

Since Mou Zilong held it in such high regard, He Yiming felt a stirring of both suspicion and eager anticipation.

He slowly extended his hand and placed it upon the jade disk. At this moment, He Yiming could not physically see the disk; he could only project his consciousness into it.

The next instant, his expression shifted dramatically, for he realized his perception was fundamentally different from before.

In his sensing, everything surrounding him sharpened into startling clarity. But that wasn't the most significant part; what sent him into raptures was the ability to sense entities nearby whose power was absolutely overwhelming.

Though these beings were clearly suppressing their auras, the sensation at this moment was incredibly distinct.

It was as if a map of a labyrinth had materialized in his mind, marked with patches of different colors in specific locations. Some of these colors were moving slowly, while others rested in place. Though He Yiming dared not attempt to perceive their actual forms, he could sense the sheer might emanating from them.

The stronger the entity, the more intense its crimson glow became. What he found fascinating was that this included the three of them.

With a flicker of thought, he compared the red lights of their trio and was astonished to find that the Divine Dao Puppet’s crimson was the deepest, followed by Mou Zilong's, while his own appeared the dimmest.

He paused for a moment, finally arriving at a rough conclusion.

This crimson pinpoint seemed to register only the aura possessed by each individual, failing to account for true combat strength.

He was only a recently ascended Divine Dao expert; comparing his raw aura and total divine power volume, he was far inferior to Mou Zilong. However, due to the unique nature of the cultivation method he practiced—the fusion of two supreme Eastern and Western techniques—his actual combat ability surpassed that of ordinary Void God Realm experts.

Shaking his head, He Yiming let out a wry chuckle. Merely being able to objectively display the rough strength of these beings was remarkable enough, considering it was just a single Divine Tool.

He set his feet in motion, proceeding with a clear purpose this time. The sensation of stumbling blindly like a fly was entirely eradicated.

Mou Zilong immediately noticed He Yiming’s accelerated pace. He sighed inwardly; he too had been momentarily stunned by the opponent's combat prowess, which was why he hadn't spotted the flaw for so long.

After navigating several turns, He Yiming hesitated, then struck and broke open two adjacent cavern walls. Sure enough, he discovered another cluster of Golden Death Creatures.

This group was not small; there were three of the golden specimens, and near them, several other colored monsters stood guard.

The sound of He Yiming breaking through the wall was substantial, immediately alerting them.

However, the moment He Yiming burst from the wall, he launched the Mutated Thunderbolt Spear without even a greeting.

He had already condensed potent Divine Power in his hand, making the throw immensely forceful.

The golden creatures did not scatter in panic. In their assessment, while the auras of the three of them were strong, they were not so overwhelmingly powerful as to guarantee a complete rout. Furthermore, the golden monsters were exceptionally confident in their nearly impenetrable carapaces, having no initial intention to evade. It was only when the Mutated Thunderbolt Spear emitted an unusually sharp shriek through the air that they finally recognized what it was.

The three golden monsters immediately retreated desperately, attempting to evade the spear’s trajectory.

He Yiming blinked in momentary surprise, then understood: these creatures, having tangled with Divine Dao experts for so long, must have some knowledge of the weapons involved. Thus, upon seeing the Thunderbolt Spear, they dared not meet it head-on and opted to flee.

Yet, no matter how fast their movement, how could they match the speed of He Yiming’s infused will?

In an instant, the incredibly sharp spear pierced the body of one golden creature, and without wasting a second, that creature exploded. The scattered flesh, seemingly imbued with a tremendous explosive force, obliterated everything in its path.

Like a firecracker detonating, the gore spraying from the first golden monster riddled its two companions, leaving them riddled with holes. Moreover, the various monsters positioned before and behind them suffered collateral damage, with more than half the guards instantly perishing.

This transformation occurred with blinding speed; the remaining monsters hadn't even grasped what had transpired before the three strongest golden creatures were neutralized.

He Yiming’s gaze shifted, an unseen force sweeping through the area. The heads of the two gravely wounded, tottering golden monsters were inexplicably severed. They tumbled to the ground, their multifaceted eyes wide open in death.

Simultaneously, the surviving colored monsters met an even grimmer fate. Loud shrieks erupted from their mouths, laced with an unmistakable note of terror.

These creatures, usually exhibiting utter fearlessness, were now crying out in dread, terrified by the inexplicable demise of their golden brethren.

He Yiming’s gaze swept across them, and wherever his eyes lingered, massive holes suddenly appeared in the vital spots of the monsters’ bodies.

Having fought them extensively, He Yiming knew their weakness: breaching their skulls was generally enough for a killing blow.

He Yiming had rushed out immediately after breaking the wall, employing Divine Power in the process, which meant his movements could not be concealed. But when Mou Zilong emerged from the wall, he witnessed the death of the three golden creatures, and the inexplicable holes in the heads of the remaining monsters.

He sucked in a sharp breath. This speed, he thought, perhaps even a Pseudo-God Realm expert couldn't achieve it.

He Yiming’s form shifted slightly as he approached the three dead golden monsters, extracting their golden mandibles. He expressed regret: "A pity the Mutated Thunderbolt Spear, used for attack, has dissolved."

Mou Zilong offered a wry smile. "Brother He, trading your spear for three of these is an incredible profit. With the old Thunderbolt Spear, you could only damage one golden creature, and you wouldn't even secure a single mandible."

He Yiming chuckled softly, nodding in understanding. He knew the logic, but he harbored a faint hope of conserving his resources.

After all, he possessed fewer than ten collected mandibles, whereas Mou Zilong carried a stock exceeding eight thousand.

The ratio of ten to eight thousand was enough to make any rational person wither with anguish. Furthermore, after Mou Zilong’s explanation, He Yiming sensed that the Thunderbolt Spear was crucially important to them, fueling his desperate desire to gather more.

Mou Zilong hesitated for a moment. "Brother He, was what you just used the Aurora of the North Sea?"

He Yiming nodded slightly, deeply impressed by Mou Zilong's knowledge. Although he had tried his best to mask his movements, it hadn't escaped that keen observation.

"The Aurora of the North Sea is a form of Light element power, which indeed counters these creatures by attribute; instant kills are not surprising. But how did Brother He manage to render it invisible?" Mou Zilong asked with suspicion.

Though he knew the question was arguably impolite, it remained lodged in his mind, compelling him to ask.

He Yiming grinned slyly. "I forged a Divine Weapon and sealed the Aurora of the North Sea within it. This weapon possesses a subtle concealment ability, which allowed me to strike enemies without them realizing it."

Mou Zilong looked enlightened. Though many questions still plagued him, he understood he could press no further.

After a brief tidy-up, the two walked on side-by-side. Since employing the search capability of the Pupil of Light and Darkness, He Yiming faced no difficulty in tracking the golden creatures.

Over the next three days, the two moved in this fashion: concealing their tracks while slowly searching and closing in on their prey.

Once near a target, He Yiming would unhesitatingly hurl the Mutated Thunderbolt Spear, followed immediately by unleashing the Sword of Aurora. Generally, the battle would be concluded before Mou Zilong even had a chance to act.

Even when the opponents were exceptionally strong, or unexpected events occurred, the Divine Dao Puppet and Mou Zilong were far from mere decorations.

Under the combined assault of three Divine Dao experts, small clusters of golden monsters rarely returned.

Thus, through this unique, self-sustaining cycle of fighting to gain resources, He Yiming collected over a hundred mandibles in just three days. This staggering efficiency deeply moved Mou Zilong.

This anomaly, he mused, was the greatest nemesis the Death Creatures had ever known.

Ps: Many brothers sent well wishes via text yesterday; White Crane is deeply grateful. Thank you… Tomorrow, four chapters. The day after, five chapters.