Outside the great hall, golden light flashed frequently, intertwining with a layer of dark green poison cloud, constantly making "puff puff" sounds. Although it seemed intense, the poison cloud never managed to breach it. Bai Chuan held the Ten Thousand Poison Gourd, his face as dark as water. He never expected the Golden Aura Restriction outside Xumi Palace to be so formidable. Despite his poison cloud’s corrosive power being extremely potent, it couldn’t break through. "Bai Daoist friend, it seems your poison cloud alone can’t break this hall’s prohibition. How about I lend you a hand?" Ancestral Dragon chuckled and said. "If you want to help, hurry up. Otherwise, whatever treasures are inside, they won’t be ours," Bai Chuan said with some displeasure, seeing him mock for a long time. Ancestral Dragon grinned and didn’t argue, waved his hand, and a golden cone floated in his palm. With a single-handed magical tactic, he struck the golden cone, causing it to emit dazzling golden light, bursting with an incredibly sharp aura. It spun upwards, enlarged several times, and rushed straight towards Xumi Palace. The golden cone plunged into the golden light and immediately began rotating rapidly, stirring up a roaring wind, drilling three to four feet deep in an instant, as if creating a vortex on the surface of the water, causing the surrounding poison clouds to pour into it. The poison cloud, continuously battling on the surface layer, immediately penetrated the Golden Aura Restriction, greatly accelerating the erosion speed, making Bai Chuan’s eyes light up, instantly dissipating his displeasure with Ancestral Dragon. At a far distance, Nie Caizhu frowned as she peered toward this place, suppressing her breath with witchcraft power, as if blending into her surroundings, quietly approaching. Mr. Purple could feel someone outside attempting to break the prohibition, but he had no time to care, as he was holding a carving knife, laying on the ground carving formation patterns, repairing an array originally present in the great hall. Outside the hall, "puff puff" sounds echoed. Inside, there were only "click click" carving sounds. After a long time, Mr. Purple, dripping with sweat, raised his head, glanced at the ground and the five surrounding pillars, and seeing the lines connected, he finally breathed a sigh of relief. He looked toward the direction outside the hall, snorted coldly, and produced a pitch-black magic mirror, a black finger bone, a black conch leaf scripture, a pitch-black bead, and a black horn, placing them under the five pillars respectively. These five Things were all surrounded by black demonic Qi and emitted slight spatial fluctuations. The moment they hit the ground, they merged into the array, with strands of black demonic Qi spreading into the ground and the patterns on the pillars. Mr. Purple walked to the array’s center, sitting cross-legged with a solemn expression, forming imprints with his hands, chanting sounds emanating from his mouth, as a vast amount of demonic Qi emanated from his body, also merging into the array. Almost simultaneously, at the top floor of the Ten Thousand Buddha’s Golden Pagoda, a black and white stone pillar stood, inscribed with complex runes, flickering with micro-light alternately bright and dim. Behind that black and white stone pillar, lights floated, and in the Void, a massive mist vortex floated, half shining with black light, half with white light, spinning endlessly. The vortex’s center sank downward, like an abyssal cave, giving an unfathomable feel. Within that vortex, demonic Qi and spiritual energy intertwined, all exuding a purity unimaginable. On the side of the black and white stone pillar facing the vortex, at the top, where black and white met, a bizarre blood-colored mask was embedded, its material like jade, smooth and delicate. Its outlines were roughly carved, not complex, yet giving a sense of natural formation, glancing at it briefly created an illusion of seeing a real human face. However, on that mask were bound slender white chains, all extending from the stone pillar, forming an integral whole, an evident prohibition. Within the tower, silence reigned, and suddenly, within the blood-colored mask bound by the white chains, strange fluctuations erupted in the center of the hollow eye sockets, and two clusters of blood light formed out of thin air. The blood light seemed real, gushing out from the mask’s eyes like two gazes, looking far towards the Xumi Palace. However, the blood light didn’t project far before the white chains on the black and white stone pillar reacted intensely, white electric currents shooting out, crackling across the surface of the blood-colored mask. The blood light in the mask’s eye sockets instantly dissipated, returning to silence. Yet at this moment, miles away within Xumi Palace, the cross-legged Mr. Purple seemed to sense something, suddenly raising his head, joyfully looking toward the Ten Thousand Buddha’s Golden Pagoda. He changed the magical tactics of his hands, suddenly raised his palm, and pressed down onto the ground. A burst of Black Light erupted from his palm, spreading all around, instantly illuminating the entire array. Torrents of demonic Qi surged, as the five magic artifacts brightened simultaneously, the entire array’s power was mobilized, a dense magic light rising from the ground, ascending along the five pillars to the rooftop. In a flash, the whole Xumi Palace shook violently, startling Ancestral Dragon and Bai Chuan who were attempting to break the formation outside, making them involuntarily halt their actions. Both raised their heads to look, only to see a stone sculpture shaped like a sun, located in the ridge of Xumi Palace, radiating black light, like a blazing black flame sun. Before they could react, the black sun abruptly erupted, transforming into a thick Black Light shooting out, not hindered by the Golden Aura Restriction, shooting toward the Ten Thousand Buddha’s Golden Pagoda. "Huh, what’s going on?" Bai Chuan frowned and said. He thought it was their formation-breaking that triggered the hall’s counterattack, but it seemed it wasn’t the case. Ancestral Dragon was also puzzled, unable to understand. "The Golden Aura Restriction is still in place, and Mr. Purple hasn’t come out yet. Let’s continue breaking the prohibition without minding anything else," he pondered briefly and said immediately. Bai Chuan, hearing this, didn’t object and continued breaking the Golden Aura Restriction together. Some distance away, Nie Caizhu also saw the Black Light sweeping over her head, causing a hint of unease to stir within her heart. After hesitating, she refrained from pursuing it, continuing to closely monitor Xumi Palace’s happenings. In just a few breaths, that Black Light spanned several miles, crashing into the Ten Thousand Buddha’s Golden Pagoda with a "boom". A tremendous shock sounded, causing the Ten Thousand Buddha’s Golden Pagoda and the surrounding ground to tremble continuously. Little White Dragon stood up abruptly from the ground, raising his Long Spear to look at the tower. Granny Sun and her two companions also stood up in surprise, vigilantly scanning their surroundings. Tu Shantong was forced to interrupt healing, her face pale as she stood up.