Deep in the ocean, a colorful clam nearly a hundred zhang wide had its shell slightly open. 

A figure rode the ocean currents and arrived in a rush. It looked up at the clam and snorted.

"Tchhh. Just the corpse of a Five-Colored Clam that failed its transformation. Yet that old Golden Mud carries it around everywhere like it's some great treasure."

Although he spoke disdainfully, the envy in his eyes was unmistakable. As if sensing his arrival, the Five-Colored Clam flashed with multicolored light and opened a luminous barrier. The newcomer strode forward on eight legs and entered. The moment he stepped inside, a deep, resonant voice sounded in the hall.

"Fellow Daoist Crimson Flame, welcome."

Crimson Flame looked up and saw three figures already present. One was entirely golden, as though clad in a golden armor, and radiated a domineering presence. Another shone with green and azure hues, and the strands of green seaweed draped across it lent it a distinct elegance. The final figure was much smaller, yet its protruding, sharp mouth, barbed legs, and menacing pincers created a fierce and terrifying impression...