"A space Immortal Artifact? Excellent! Fellow Daoist Sun, please unleash it quickly; this sound is truly unbearable for us," the red-skirted young woman immediately said.

"If Fellow Daoist Sun possesses such divine ability, please assist us," the black-robed youth said with a pained expression.

"Fellow Daoist Sun, your words seemed to carry some hidden meaning. Could it be that activating this Immortal Artifact is troublesome?" the triangular-eyed man frowned and asked.

"Fellow Daoist Lian is correct. This Immortal Artifact is a damaged Fifth-Grade Immortal Artifact with damaged restrictions, making it difficult to operate. It requires the combined efforts of five of us, and it will consume a significant amount of Origin Qi. I wonder if the four of you are willing to lend me a hand?" the gray-robed old man said.

"Losing some Origin Qi is better than enduring suffering here," the triangular-eyed man said, his eyes flashing with a hint of greed, which he quickly concealed.

The red-skirted young woman and the black-robed youth immediately nodded in agreement, but the white-robed nun remained silent.

"Immortal Fairy Yu, what is your opinion?" the gray-robed old man looked at the white-robed nun.

The white-robed nun furrowed her brow, appearing hesitant.

However, the golden wind blades outside the flying boat increased, and the sound transmitted inside grew louder, causing her heart to beat rapidly and making it difficult for her to breathe.

"Since Fellow Daoist Sun's Immortal Artifact can spare everyone from this vibration, this humble one will naturally contribute," the white-robed nun said, her voice like the tinkling of springs, exceptionally pleasant to hear.

Han Li, hearing her voice for the first time, brightened his eyes.

This voice was almost identical to Yu Meng Han's from back then.

The appearance, the name, and the voice were so similar; there were not so many coincidences in the world. He was now ninety percent sure that this woman was Yu Meng Han.

"Good, then let's begin quickly," the gray-robed old man said, overjoyed. He opened his mouth and spat out an object: a dark-red three-legged small cauldron.

The small cauldron had a simple, ancient style. Half of its outer wall was engraved with simple patterns of flowers, birds, insects, and fish, the strokes rough but lifelike. The other half was inscribed with dense ancient characters, each shining brightly.

Unfortunately, one of the cauldron's legs was broken, slightly detracting from its overall charm.

Han Li looked at the cauldron carefully and nodded slightly; this treasure did indeed seem extraordinary.

But at this moment, his body suddenly trembled, and his eyes stared intently at the ancient characters on the small cauldron, his face revealing a strange expression, filled with surprise and excitement.

"Master, what's wrong?" Tihun, sensing Han Li's anomaly, quickly asked.

But Han Li, to Tihun's question, acted as if he hadn't heard.

The gray-robed old man spat out a golden light, which entered the small cauldron, while his hands moved quickly, casting a torrential rain of magic formulas into the cauldron.

A dark-red light suddenly emerged from the cauldron's mouth, spreading out like a liquid, but very slowly.

"Fellow Daoists, quickly assist me in urging the cauldron with Immortal Spiritual Power!" the gray-robed old man shouted urgently.

The red-skirted young woman and the others, hearing these words, waved their hands and each sent out a stream of Immortal Spiritual Power into the three-legged small cauldron.

The three-legged small cauldron shook violently, emitting a powerful devouring force.

The Immortal Spiritual Power in everyone's body surged out rapidly, and three-tenths of it was swallowed up in a few breaths.

Fortunately, the cauldron's devouring power soon slowed down. With a boom, the dark-red light spewing from the cauldron's mouth shone brightly, instantly filling the entire room and enveloping the five people within it.

Covered by the dark-red light, the muffled thunderous sounds outside disappeared completely, and the white-robed nun and the others felt relieved.

"Thank you all..." the gray-robed old man turned to smile at the other four.

But at this moment, a green shadow flashed before him, and with a soft "噗" sound, a dark-green snake-shaped small sword pierced through the gray-robed old man's abdomen.

Streams of green light rose from the snake-shaped small sword and wrapped around the old man.

The gray-robed old man's entire skin instantly turned green, and with a "扑通" sound, he fell straight to the ground, completely devoid of breath.

Then, with a flicker of a shadow, the triangular-eyed man appeared out of thin air next to the three-legged small cauldron, and a yellow light burst forth from his hand, transforming into a yellow hand that grabbed the three-legged small cauldron.

The series of events happened in the blink of an eye, and the other three only reacted now.

"Lian, what are you doing?" the black-robed youth shouted with an angry face.

The white-robed nun and the red-skirted young woman were also shocked and angry, but they did not speak.

The triangular-eyed man sneered and ignored the three of them. He moved the yellow hand holding the three-legged small cauldron, intending to put it away.

But at this moment, the dark-red light that had been permeating the entire room suddenly collapsed, wrapped around the bodies of the five people, and then shot back with extreme speed.

Whether it was the white-robed nun and the other two, or the triangular-eyed man, they did not have time to react and were submerged into the small cauldron by the dark-red light, disappearing.

Inside the room, only a dark-red small cauldron floated there.

At this moment, the void in the room rippled, and the figures of Han Li and Tihun emerged.

Han Li's expression had now returned to calm, but he was still staring intently at the ancient characters on the dark-red small cauldron.

"This cauldron actually has the divine ability to collect. It doesn't seem to be an ordinary space Immortal Artifact. But now that those people have been collected into the cauldron, what should we do now? Wait for them to come out?" Tihun also looked at the small cauldron and then asked.

Han Li remained silent. After a moment, he opened his mouth and spat out a ball of blue flame, wrapping the three-legged small cauldron and burning it fiercely.

...

The white-robed nun and the others saw a blur before their eyes. The next moment, they appeared in a dark-red space.

This space was not small, about twenty or thirty li in size. The ground and the sky were both dark-red, giving people a great sense of pressure. The air rippled with a cold aura, making them feel even more uncomfortable.

The group was currently standing in a square on the ground. Around the square were nine dark-red stone monuments, each several tens of feet high, inscribed with complex array patterns, seemingly forming a large array.

Unfortunately, three of the stone monuments were broken, and the array patterns on them had also collapsed.

Near the square were tall buildings that almost filled this dark-red space, but most of those buildings had also collapsed. There were also many large pits and huge cracks in the ground. This place seemed to have experienced an extremely fierce battle.

The four of them were greatly surprised by this sudden change and, ignoring the fighting, looked around.

At this moment, the gray-robed old man's corpse suddenly swelled up like it was being inflated. In the blink of an eye, it turned into a blood-colored fleshy tumor about ten feet in size, dripping with blood and occasionally mixed with patches of green, making it look extremely terrifying.

The triangular-eyed man and the other three saw this scene, their faces changed greatly, and they quickly retreated backwards.

But the blood-colored fleshy tumor suddenly came to life, rolling around and chasing after the triangular-eyed man. Its speed was even faster than the triangular-eyed man, and in the blink of an eye, it was only a dozen feet behind him.

The triangular-eyed man was shocked. A flash of green light appeared on his body, and he changed direction again, shooting towards the left rear. In the midst of his busy movements, he pointed a finger.

A green light shot out from his sleeve, and it was the green snake sword again. It flew out and, with a shake, turned into a hundred-foot-long green sword light, slashing at the blood-colored fleshy tumor.

But before the sword light could reach the fleshy tumor, the fleshy tumor suddenly exploded, and a rolling, violent blood-colored wave of air, mixed with pieces of limbs and flesh, swept across a range of several hundred feet.

The triangular-eyed man was shocked. He opened his mouth and spat out a ball of black light, which transformed into a black shield with ancient patterns, blocking in front of him.

And the next moment, a roar sounded, and the exploding blood-colored wave of air swept in, blasting the triangular-eyed man and his shield backwards for thousands of feet.

Although the black shield blocked the blood-colored wave of air, the power contained within it also shocked the triangular-eyed man so much that his Qi and blood churned.

Just as he was about to circulate his energy to suppress it, a cold air came from behind him. Nine golden blades shot over from somewhere, only three feet away from him.

The golden blades were as thin as cicada wings, and the hilt was a strange double-headed beast carving, emitting an incomparably cold aura.

The triangular-eyed man was terrified. His shoulders shook, and a green light curtain flew out from his body, meeting the nine golden blades. At the same time, he moved sideways again to dodge.

But at this moment, the double-headed beast carving on the hilt of the nine golden blades suddenly opened its mouth, and nine streams of golden sound waves sprayed out silently, enveloping the triangular-eyed man.

The triangular-eyed man's face immediately revealed a painful expression, and his figure stagnated.

At this moment, the nine golden blades' light soared, and they intertwined with each other, transforming into a golden blade formation, wrapping the green light curtain within it and twisting it violently.

With a "嗤啦" sound, the green light curtain was immediately torn apart, turning into pieces of碎布.

The golden blade formation then enveloped the triangular-eyed man and, twisting again, instantly cut his body into seven or eight pieces, and blood splattered everywhere.

A ball of green light shot out from the triangular-eyed man's severed limbs and rain of blood, fleeing like lightning into the distance. It was the triangular-eyed man's Nascent Soul.

But at this moment, a figure appeared out of thin air in front, waving his hand and sending out a golden palm, grabbing the green Nascent Soul. It was the black-robed youth.

"Haha! Lian Yan, you dared to order me around before. Today you finally fell into my hands. Let's see if you still dare to be arrogant! I will extract your soul and torment it on Yin fire for a hundred years, so you will wish you could die!" The black-robed youth looked at the green Nascent Soul with a ferocious expression, laughing heartily, extremely pleased.

The white-robed nun in the distance saw the black-robed youth's ferocious appearance, frowned, and a flash of disgust appeared in her eyes, but she suppressed it and flew over with the red-skirted young woman.

"Fellow Daoist Tie, Lian Yan is greedy and despicable, and he ambushed and killed Fellow Daoist Sun. He deserves to die. But this place is strange everywhere. It's better for us to join hands to investigate it first," the white-robed nun said.

"That's right," the black-robed youth quickly straightened his expression and put away the green Nascent Soul and the nine golden blades.

He waved his hand and sent out a golden light, which rolled towards the triangular-eyed man's storage treasures and the green snake sword on his corpse.

But at this moment, a dark-red light suddenly surged from the ground of the square, and then disappeared with a flash. The triangular-eyed man's corpse and the green snake sword disappeared without a trace.

The golden light sent out by the black-robed youth rolled into the air, and he was stunned.

The white-robed nun's pretty face also changed slightly, and her eyes quickly looked around.

"Lian Yan does deserve to die, but there is no need to investigate the situation here. You two should surrender," a voice suddenly sounded. Then, the void in front of him flickered, and a figure appeared, surprisingly the gray-robed old man, saying with a smile.