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The middle-aged man had a sharp gaze. After looking around, he began to systematically gather several capable disciples. Under his command, the disciples acted quickly and carefully set up circles of pink strange formations around the bright red formation. Then, they concentrated on condensing various complex and mysterious inscription formations. Brilliant rays of light shot out from the center of the formation, interweaving into a colorful picture.

Seeing this scene, the people watching around couldn't help but whisper to each other. One of them lowered his voice and exclaimed: "Look! They are actually setting up the legendary 'Death Day' formation! This is going to be a big trouble..."

"Killing Day? What on earth is this?" Suddenly, a doubtful voice was heard from the crowd. Everyone looked sideways and saw a man staring at the front with a suspicious look on his face.

"Hey, you are really ignorant!" said another man with a hint of pride on his face, "This thing, at first glance, doesn't seem to be anything special, but in fact... you know? It seems to be harmless to people on the surface, but there is a lot of information in it!" As he said this, the man deliberately kept the suspense.

"Hmph, stop talking nonsense here! Tell me the key points!" A person nearby couldn't stand such long and useless nonsense and shouted angrily.

"Oh, don't be so anxious! Let me explain slowly." The man saw this and smiled and said, "Although this killing day seems to be useless on the surface, it actually contains a mystery."

"You know, if you are unlucky enough to be marked by it, a dazzling red light will suddenly burst out from the back of the marked person, rushing straight into the sky! Immediately afterwards, an extremely large red mark will appear in the sky."

"And, this mark will be clearly visible for a whole day, and its range can reach tens of millions of miles! In this way, as long as you provoke a big shot with the Killing Day Mark, no matter where you escape to, people within a radius of tens of millions of miles will be able to easily find your whereabouts."

"Hehe, by then, you will be dead for sure!"

"So, anyone who is marked by this mysterious formation has never been lucky enough to survive for more than a day. That's why people call it the 'Killing Day'! The name sounds creepy!" someone said in horror.

"Yes, that's it! What's even more bizarre is that as soon as a day passes, this horrible mark will disappear without a trace."

"The reason for this is that from ancient times to the present, no one has the ability to survive until the next day! It's terrifying just to think about it!" another person echoed.

"Oh, it turns out there are so many unknown secrets!" Everyone nodded in sudden enlightenment.

At this moment, in the unfathomable secret realm of the Wanhua Library, which is full of countless unknowns and dangers, Shang Ying is anxiously and tirelessly exploring everywhere.

You know, the terrain here is complex and changeable, and one could be in a desperate situation if he is not careful. But Shang Ying has no intention of retreating, because he has only one firm goal in his mind - to find the bottom of the cliff where he and Dong Ying fell down, where there is boiling red magma, burning like hellfire.

"Ah!" However, just as Shang Ying was concentrating on searching, without any warning, a huge monster that covered the sky and the sun suddenly appeared above his head.

In an instant, the originally bright sky instantly became dim and gloomy, as if doomsday had come. When Shang Ying looked up in astonishment, he saw a pair of huge blood-red eyes staring straight at him. Those eyes were like an incomparably huge planet, tens of millions times larger than the magnificent castle in the distance!

Just when Shang Ying was still immersed in the shock, suddenly, he seemed to wake up from a dream, and drifted to the side quickly at lightning speed. At the same time, the dense meteorite fragments around him poured down like a rainstorm, and the falling speed was getting faster and faster, and it seemed more and more urgent.

Shang Ying followed the rapidly falling debris closely and drifted forward. However, just as he was staring at the front with full concentration, an inexplicable intuition prompted him to turn back suddenly.

In an instant, the scene before him made him shudder - the pair of huge, terrifying blood-red eyes just now were now hidden in a cloud of blood mist as thick as ink.

Through the hazy blood mist, one can vaguely see that the owner of these eyes seems to have a head. Looking more closely, the head looks very strange, especially the ears, which are extremely large beyond imagination, almost occupying half of the size of the entire head.

From a distance, the entire head looked exactly like a bat's head, and it looked as if it had been chopped off from the body by some powerful and mysterious force. It was suspended alone in the air, exuding a suffocating and terrifying atmosphere.

At this moment, Shang Ying's attention was completely attracted by the red blood mist in front of him, and he completely forgot to explore the origin of the huge head.

When he saw the blood mist clearly, his heart trembled violently and he blurted out: "Isn't that the magma?" His words could not hide his surprise and excitement.

He knew very well that he had gone through untold hardships and finally found this mysterious place where the Beauty Spirit Stone was born.

Without any hesitation, he adjusted his body and swam slowly towards the place where the blood mist was. However, Shang Ying, who was immersed in the joy of obtaining the treasure, did not notice the unusual movement of the huge head behind him.

From its thick neck, countless substances like black sandstorms continuously flowed out. They spread out all over the sky like a surging torrent, quickly sweeping across the entire Wanhua Library.

At the same time, Shang Ying was already in this unknown and empty land. He deftly dismantled a piece of stone, revealing the Beauty Spirit Stone hidden inside.

These beautiful spirit stones were flashing with alluring light, as if waving to him. A trace of greed flashed in Shang Ying's eyes, and his hands were busy, putting the beautiful spirit stones into his pocket. Before long, he had successfully collected tens of millions of them.

Faced with such a huge amount of beauty spirit stones, Shang Ying used his magical skills without hesitation and prepared to immediately devote himself to cultivation. Time passed quietly during his concentrated cultivation, and before he knew it, more than a whole year had passed.