126: Han Li also tattooed

The devouring by the Star Dust spore cloud continued, and the wails of the remnants of the Star Palace along with the sounds of explosions served as distant background noise, playing the final movement of destruction for this shattered Star Domain.

Inside Floating Ink City, the relief of surviving the disaster had not yet spread when a new crisis, like a cold viper, coiled around it.

On the surface of the magic bottle, that rift in the Netherworld Passage, which had originally been relatively stable, became active once again, stimulated by the loss of external pressure from the Zhou Tian Star Array and the violent changes in internal energy!

The rift slowly expanded and accelerated its rotation; what gushed out was no longer wisps of Nether Death Qi, but a Netherworld tide as viscous as ink, exuding an aura of extreme cold and the Law of decay!

Wherever this tide passed, even the violent thunder slurry was frozen and annihilated!

The energy shield of Mo City, which had just been repaired, let out a groan of being overwhelmed; a layer of pitch-black frost rapidly covered its surface, and energy was being consumed at an alarming rate!

What was even more terrifying was that this tide seemed to have absolute malice toward living beings; some lower-cultivation sequence units in the city felt their soul fires begin to flicker just by sensing that aura, and their spiritual bodies showed signs of collapsing!

Ink Snow exerted her Absolute Chill with all her might, attempting to freeze the passage again, but she discovered that this Netherworld tide contained deeper Law powers; her chill was unable to fully freeze it, and instead, it had a tendency to be assimilated and eroded!

Mo Yu channeled the dark thunder water to neutralize it, but the efficiency was low.

Mo Yun reinforced the city structure, yet could not stop that pervasive Law erosion.

This was no longer a simple energy leak; it was the collision and erosion of the Laws of two worlds!

The Netherworld was forcibly permeating its own Law of death through this rift!

"Passage stability is dropping sharply!"

"Netherworld Law erosion speed increased by 500%!"

"Current methods cannot effectively contain it! It is estimated that in one hour, the erosion will be irreversible, and Mo City will gradually become Netherworld-ized!"

The cold alarms were like a death warrant.

The joy of having just defeated the Star Palace's general offensive was gone without a trace.

The internal trouble remained (the magic bottle was not repaired), and external threats had arrived, and it was an even more bizarre and difficult-to-defend attack at the Law level!

Mo Yuan's face was as gloomy as water, and his Thunder God Arm sent out waves of palpitations; that was the reaction of repulsion against the Netherworld Law.

He frantically calculated all possible means, only to find that when facing this kind of Law-level erosion, the existing sequence powers were somewhat helpless!

Unless... there could be a treasure containing the Advanced Order Law, capable of stabilizing space and suppressing Yin and Yang...

The Heavenly Dao Golden Mark! If only the Heavenly Dao Golden Mark were still here...

As soon as this thought arose, it brought a stabbing pain mixed with powerlessness and anger.

That thing had been taken away by Han Li personally!

Just as this atmosphere of despair began to spread—

Inside the command platform, space rippled again without any warning.

A cyan figure, like a ghost, appeared again silently.

Han Li!

He had returned after leaving, his expression still calm, as if he had only gone out for a walk.

His gaze swept over the magic bottle that was shaking violently and leaking the Netherworld tide, swept over Mo Yuan and The Three Daughters who were on high alert, and finally landed on the constantly expanding Netherworld rift, his brows furrowing almost imperceptibly.

"The Netherworld opens..." He spoke indifferently, his voice calm and waveless, yet it clearly overpowered all the alarms and roars, "This object can stabilize the passage."

As he spoke, he slowly opened his palm.

In his palm, that [Heavenly Dao Golden Mark], which had been forcibly stripped away by him not long ago but now appeared increasingly radiant and lively, flowing with endless Dao charm of order, was quietly floating.

However, if one looked closely, one would discover that on the edge of the pure golden Dao mark, there was now a trace of extremely subtle yet incredibly glaring... Nether Death Qi!

That Death Qi was like a living thing, trying to erode the golden mark, but it was firmly blocked outside by the power of the golden mark itself, forming an eerie balance.

Han Li flicked his finger gently.

That Heavenly Dao Golden Mark, stained with Nether Death Qi, turned into a streak of gold and black intertwined light; it did not fly toward Mo Yuan but shot directly toward the expanding Netherworld rift on the surface of the magic bottle!

"You!" Mo Yuan's pupils shrank, and he subconsciously wanted to stop it, but it was far too late!

The golden stream of light accurately submerged into the rift!

The next moment, an astonishing change occurred!

That Heavenly Dao Golden Mark was like the most precise patch, firmly embedded in the core Law breakpoint of the rift!

The Advanced Order and Law stabilization power it contained erupted, turning into countless pure golden chains of order, forcibly coiling around and constricting the rift!

Sizzle—!!!

Like a red-hot iron brand plunged into ice water, a violent conflict erupted at the rift!

The golden chains of order and the Netherworld tide fought and annihilated each other crazily!

The erosion of the Netherworld Law was forcibly contained, and even pushed back bit by bit!

The rift shrank and stabilized at a speed visible to the naked eye!

Although it failed to close completely, it no longer expanded; its edges were firmly locked by that Heavenly Dao Golden Mark, and the surging Netherworld tide turned into a relatively peaceful and controllable energy dissipation.

The trembling of the magic bottle slowly subsided, and the pitch-black frost on its surface began to recede.

The erosion effect of the Netherworld Law within the city also significantly weakened as a result.

The crisis... was resolved once again.

After Han Li finished all this, his gaze turned back to Mo Yuan, still wearing that calm, waveless expression, as if he had just casually thrown back a piece of useless trash.

"Although the passage is temporarily stable, Yin and Yang have already connected, and the root of disaster has been deeply planted."

"Take care of yourself."

As his voice fell, without waiting for any response from Mo Yuan, his figure dissipated silently again, as if he had never appeared.

All that remained was that Heavenly Dao Golden Mark embedded at the entrance of the Netherworld Passage, flowing with gold and black light, temporarily stabilizing the situation, and... Mo Yuan, whose heart was surging with turbulent waves.

Han Li... what exactly does he want to do?! He was the one who took the golden mark, and he is also the one who returned it at this moment!

He clearly knew that this golden mark was a "shackle," yet he chose to return it at this moment; was it to stabilize the passage? Or was it... that this golden mark, stained with Nether Death Qi, was itself a bigger trap?

Mo Yuan stared fixedly at the golden mark that had stabilized the passage, feeling the complex Law fluctuations within it, which were completely different from before, mixed with order and deathly silence.

A shackle... perhaps it was still a shackle.

But now, this shackle was wrapped in poisonous thorns from the Netherworld.

A blessing? A curse? Mo Yuan slowly clenched his fists, his nails almost embedding into his palms.

Han Li, you interfere time and time again, pushing me into desperate situations time and time again, and then giving "hope" time and time again... What exactly must I use to repay this "favor"?!

He looked at the intertwined gold and black patterns, and in his eyes, there was no longer just pure anger, but a deeper, more settled emotion mixed with vigilance, unwillingness, and... a trace of forced awareness regarding higher-level games.

The cards in his hand seemed to have increased by one.

But this card was scorching hot.