Judging by the perimeter of the Qin Emperor's tomb, the main burial chamber should have been, at most, a million zhang in area.

Yet, at this moment, it spanned well over three thousand li, clearly an independent Minor Thousand World.

The abundance of spiritual energy surpassed any Qiongjing or Dongtian within the Cloud Realm.

It was also completely different from the gloomy exterior, which was saturated with sinister, malevolent power. Within this world, the sunlight was brilliant, and the aura was peaceful and serene.

Countless spirit beasts lived here, many species long extinct since the ancient Cloud Wasteland era. Mountains undulated and rivers crisscrossed the land; looking into the distance, it seemed truly boundless.

However, for some unknown reason, despite the apparent tranquility, Han Qing sensed innumerable dangers lurking within.

He suddenly realized that the true essence of the Qin Emperor Tomb's Two Poles Coiling Dragon Formation must reside here.

He was not the only one astonished; those beside him were equally shaken to their core.

Yet, they all recovered their composure in an instant.

"Judging by these mountains and geography, this place seems modeled after Xianjing!"

Xianjing was the capital of the nascent Qin Dynasty, situated in the west of the Cloud Realm, now long since in decline. The ancient topography resembled this area.

"They always said that during the Cloud Wasteland era, the wealth of spirit entities in your Cloud Realm reigned supreme in this region. The richness of a single realm could rival three hundred Middle Thousand Worlds; this claim is certainly not false!"

Within this world, there were also countless spirit medicines. Herbs that were priceless in the outside world were common sights here.

The figure in crimson merely chuckled softly upon hearing this, detecting the underlying hatred and greed in the 'Unfettered Divine Demon's' voice.

The human resistance against the foreign races began with the Three Sovereigns, but at that time, humanity in the Cloud Realm was barely clinging to survival.

The complete annihilation of the foreign races was ultimately achieved by the slumbering Qin Emperor.

It was not surprising that the few Saint-rank experts present, having lived through the battles ten millennia ago, harbored such deep resentment.

Offering no response, the figure in crimson gazed into the distance. With his cultivation, even without practicing pupil-related divine abilities, he could perceive things thousands of li away.

"Yin Yuzhongxuan has penetrated three hundred li, but that Xianjing City is the most perilous location; he won't achieve his goal quickly. If Zong Shou does not wish for the Twelve Bronze Men to fall into the hands of the Great Shang, he will certainly obstruct with all his might. Our task is simply to wait here, seal off this burial chamber, and prevent that Blood Sword Demon Lord from escaping."

As he spoke, the figure in crimson produced an inscribed Dao Talisman. Unlike the usual restraints for captives, this talisman depicted a winding black dragon.

It seemed alive, as if about to leap from the paper, faintly resonating and vibrating with the very center of this Minor Thousand World.

The crimson-robed figure's peripheral vision caught the barely concealed look of craving on the faces of those present.

Insatiable greed!

Disdainful internally, the figure in crimson still laughed lightly, "The Qin Emperor, upon resurrection, cannot instantly recover his full strength. There are numerous powerful experts within this tomb; he cannot deal with them all simultaneously. Once Zong Shou is slain, if you all possess the capability, the treasures hidden within this tomb will be yours to claim at will."

At these words, the expressions of those present gradually settled. They understood the priorities; eliminating Zong Shou was the paramount objective of this excursion.

The figure in crimson then looked towards Han Qing. "Regarding Su Xiaoxiao, I shall give you an explanation later. Since this woman has committed such acts, even Lord Yuan Mo cannot protect her!"

Han Qing’s spirit suddenly surged, and his dislike for the crimson-robed man instantly vanished, replaced by gratitude.

Though the crimson-robed man's words were distasteful, he had indeed treated Han Qing well.

Clenching his jaw so hard his teeth nearly cracked, Han Qing dug his fingernails deeply into his own flesh, using the extreme pain to forcibly suppress the explosive killing intent.

In truth, he wouldn't need to endure for long—only one day.

That beast, that vile woman—as he pondered this, Han Qing suddenly sensed something was amiss. The few Saint-rank experts present all frowned simultaneously. Their spiritual senses probed outwards in unison, as if perceiving something deep within.

The two disciples controlling the Scent-Stealing Spirit Gu also wore expressions of profound strangeness, appearing hesitant to speak.

Han Qing frowned and pressed them directly.

"What is it?"

The one capable of listening to insects hesitated slightly before speaking first. "The spirit insects just sensed that Zong Shou seems to be nearby—behind us—"

The other added with an equally peculiar tone, "I feel it is extremely agitated, as if giving a warning."

At first, Han Qing dismissed it as absurd. They had confirmed Zong Shou was over a hundred li away not long ago; how could he be near them now?

Unease? A warning? There were already more than seven Saint-rank experts present.

Aside from the one still dormant within the burial chamber, who could threaten them?

But in the very next instant, the face of the figure in crimson contorted into a savage mask, his eyes burning red! His robes billowed without any wind.

"Well done, Blood Sword Demon Lord, truly formidable!"

Following the sound came a deafening crash. The entire rear curtain wall was forcibly shattered by immense power.

However, it was hundreds of talismans flying in. Faintly, a light laugh echoed from the distance.

"Explode!"

Over a hundred talismans instantly shattered. Then, all the spiritual energy within a thousand zhang radius was drawn out and forced into a violent, chaotic explosion by a peculiar force.

The spirits of the Five Elements—not a single particle of spiritual energy, no matter how minute, could escape.

The ensuing immense power instantly leveled and destroyed the area spanning several tens of li.

It caused the earth above to collapse, and even the Two Poles Coiling Dragon Formation suffered significant damage from the impact!

It immediately counter-attacked; countless restrictive patterns spread forth, converging upon the rupture, frantically repairing the breach and annihilating all dissonance.

In that moment, nearly sixty percent of the entire formation’s power was dedicated to this effort!

That overwhelming force crushed down, making Han Qing's breathing slightly labored.

And those lower-ranked demonic disciples had already turned to dust along with the Scent-Stealing Spirit Gu the instant the explosion began!

"Myriad Spirits Annihilation Divine Ability—you are Yuan Wushang!"

The figure in crimson roared in anger. In the Cloud Realm, only Yuan Wushang possessed the cultivation capable of inscribing the Myriad Spirits Annihilation Talismans.

Han Qing, meanwhile, was bleeding from his nose and mouth; the power generated by the countless exploding spiritual energy particles was too immense. Even his Great Heaven-Defying Demonic technique could not fully reverse it; he suffered considerable injury.

At this juncture, the maniacally laughing voice sounded again.

"Silence!"

As the spiritual utterance left his lips, all residual spiritual energy within a hundred li was brought to absolute stillness, fading away completely.

This caused the spiritual techniques that everyone present had prepared in that fleeting moment to violently waver, almost dissipating.

Fortunately, experts above the Divine rank had already opened their Inner Heavens and were not dependent on external sources.

They could still maintain their spiritual spellcasting by drawing power from within their bodies. But in the next instant—

A crimson sword light pierced through first, emanating boundless radiance that forced onlookers to instinctively shut their eyes, lest they suffer immediate burning injury.

Then, the Night Demons let out shrieks of hysterical agony. Their skin smoked, and under the light's illumination, their flesh began to rot rapidly.

The Shadow Demons were enveloped by a sphere of pure light, freezing them in place, almost unable to move.

The sword light sliced and weaved, its target clearly one of the Night Demon clan's Saint-rank Venerables, who was currently channeling all his strength to defend against the previous assault from the Myriad Spirits Annihilation Talismans and the endless light.

The figure in crimson snorted coldly and prepared to move in to intercept this sword strike for his subordinate.

But at that very moment, tens of thousands of sword lights rushed in simultaneously.

Threads of sharp, absolute sword intent crisscrossed, tearing the void apart.

One blood-red blade light, hidden within, possessed a murky aura, seemingly locking onto him yet completely untraceable.

The figure in crimson paused, forced to abandon the thought of aid. Instead, he retreated several zhang, swept his great sleeve, and a massive vortex instantly formed before him.

It twisted and churned everything in the hundred zhang of air above, creating hundreds of wind eyes. The colossal winds interlocked, firmly shielding him.

All incoming sword auras disintegrated upon striking it.

Simultaneously, the figure in crimson pointed a finger, which pierced through the hurricane and landed precisely on the tip of that blood-red blade.

Chu Xue immediately began bleeding from all seven orifices, his entire body spinning like a top.

He was thrown backward explosively, his internal blood flow spiraling as if his essence was about to be expelled.

"Relying on merely a low-grade Divine Artifact, do you truly think you can contend with a Saint-rank?"

With a cold laugh, the figure in crimson looked toward another direction, his face turning ashen. There, the Jade Puppet, under forceful bombardment, had scattered all the nearby Saint-rank experts.

And the sword was piercing forward at a speed exceeding this world's limit, mere feet from the Night Demon Venerable's throat.

Following the sword light, a figure kept pace. His hands were empty, but beside him floated eight metallic cylinders. It was unclear what they were, but their auras were exceptionally dangerous.

Instantly, he recognized this as one of the retainers Zong Shou had recently recruited—a member of the Ink Sect, though only at the Divine realm.

Yet, the feeling he projected now was even more startling than that of a Saint-rank expert.

"Cosmic-level Tome of World Revelation—Time Acceleration?"

As his gaze swept past Zong Shou, he immediately saw the sapphire-blue book. The pupils of the crimson-robed figure contracted, and he tossed out a black-brown crystal.

When the spiritual light flashed and filled the chamber, the accelerated time returned to normal.

Zong Shou's frighteningly swift swordsmanship abruptly slowed.

The figure in crimson's heart sank; he knew at this point he could not save the Night Demon Venerable regardless. This sword strike’s brilliance, were the timing different, would even earn his applause and demand his full attention!

He simply ignored it, flashed away, and sped toward Zong Shou’s position.

Besiege Wei to rescue Zhao; if Zhao cannot be saved, then capture the King!

Zong Shou's sword strike was all-out, leaving his own body completely unprotected.

If he could reach the Blood Sword Demon Lord’s side, it would be easily achieved; even if capture failed, it would force Zong Shou to recall his sword.

But Shen Yuexuan coldly glanced over, and the eight silver cylinders beside him suddenly erupted.

Tens of millions of five-colored needle rays shot out from within, like a peacock displaying its tail feathers, dazzling the eyes.

The crimson-robed man's face shifted drastically; more wind eyes gathered before him.

However, only a soft hiss was heard as the sword, emanating boundless light, pierced into the Night Demon Venerable's body.