"Whoa!" The roar surged like a tidal wave, layer upon layer, building in intensity. The thrilling duels between the Mingxing-level competitors, the dramatic comebacks of the underdogs in desperate situations—such moments have always been vibrant, bustling, and electrifying, from ancient amphitheaters to today's concerts and sports arenas. This match ignited the crowd's emotions, primarily due to the unexpected sequence of moves by Yuan Shi Tian Zun. First, he miraculously turned around an inevitable defeat; then, he unexpectedly had the Mount Mao spirit practitioners' shadow corpses wearing masks. With just a few swift actions, he reversed the entire situation. When the shadow corpse known for its aggressive close-range combat finally entered the stage, the audience's minds were left with one clear thought: "He has a shadow corpse?" Only a dramatic, underdog-to-overshadow triumph can spark such enthusiastic applause and cheers. A predictable, evenly balanced outcome simply fails to ignite emotional fervor. "So the Yuan Shi Tian Zun has been deliberately showing weakness all along, leaving the Yin Shi outside the battlefield, waiting for the Miao Shan shu shi to grow complacent before delivering the final blow?" "Absolutely brilliant—truly brilliant. From sealing the Yin Shi of the Miao Shan shu shi to summoning his own Yin Shi to defeat his opponent, I sense every move is a calculated strategy. Yet, I still can't fully unravel it." "Indeed, what a masterstroke from two S-tier prodigies. Has the Miao Shan shu shi ever cleared an S-tier challenge? Has he even passed an A-tier one? How can he possibly compete with our Yuan Shi Tian Zun?" "I don't fully understand it, but I'm deeply impressed. Once we return to reality, I'll check out the official analysis posts." "Oh? Didn't they say we couldn't reveal the details?" "The official analysis posts are published every year. They never disclose specific props or detailed mechanics, but they do explain exactly how Yuan Shi Tian Zun achieved victory." Compared to the excitement of the Wuxing Alliance's participants, the atmosphere at the Taimei Sect remains notably stiff. As a profession at the peak of martial prowess, the Ye You Shen of the Tàiyīmén sect possess an inherent air of superiority. Hearing the young man's scolding within the hall, several Ye You Shen raised their brows, sensing themselves challenged. Though the matter was indeed one they could not refute, they only glared steadily at Yuan Shi Tian Zun. Among the transcendental cultivators, the Miao Shan shi were considered strong contenders in the second tier—yet now they had become the stepping stone for Yuan Shi Tian Zun's rise to fame. Zhao Chenghuang huffed, "This Miao Shan waste! He's been outmaneuvered from beginning to end." Turning to the young colleague who had issued the warning nearby, he coldly added, "A true embarrassment! He's returned... He's returned!" Zhao Chenghuang vanished from sight. "Returned... Returned..." One after another, the sages and transcendental cultivators of Tàiyīmén began to depart, returning to the realm of reality. Only Sun Miao Miao remained, her gaze fixed on the lively young one, unable to shift it, unwilling to leave. "A true gem," remarked the Hong Ying elder with a sense Such a brilliant and perceptive night wanderer is truly admirable and beloved—only unfortunate that he is not one of Tai Monastery’s disciples. Master Sun was furious, blowing her cheeks and glaring, as if the words “Master Sun is slow-witted” echoed constantly in her ears. Feng Laiyi gazed at Yuan Shi Tian Zun on the stage and remarked, “Knowing the strength of the enemy and recognizing one’s own weaknesses, thus formulating a strategy from the outset—each move interlocking, winning through skill and ingenuity… I now understand why you place such high value on Yuan Shi Tian Zun; indeed, he possesses exceptional wisdom.” As a Saint, she could clearly perceive Yuan Shi Tian Zun’s strategy, and she doubted that even at her own transcendent stage, she could have devised such bold and meticulous plans. The transcendent practitioners who had been shouting their enthusiasm loudly—few could grasp the subtleties behind Yuan Shi Tian Zun’s maneuvers. When they finally understood his true strategy, they would surely be even more amazed and deeply inspired. After expressing her views, Fu Qingyang turned her head, her calm, still gaze fixed on her, and said softly, “You are too naive.” "Return..." He vanished from his seat. Feng Li, gazing across the two empty seats at Nakamura, stared in bewilderment: "Did I misanalyze something?" "Absolutely not!" Nakamura affirmed. "The Primordial Sovereign won by outmaneuvering a stronger opponent. Knowing he couldn't prevail in direct confrontation, he committed six parts of his strength to defense and four parts to strategy—perfect." On the other side, Mr. Bill smiled: "What a splendid match." Then, turning to Anne, whose face had flushed, eyes misty, and breathing rapid, he sighed with resignation: "It's time we went. This isn't the place for your romantic outburst." The Wayfarer of Desire, when encountering a beloved target and stirred within, inevitably erupts into passionate longing, compelling both parties to pursue, conquer, and become deeply immersed in love and desire. Desire, after all, is always mutual. Bill knew Anne had found her ideal pursuit. "Return!" Anne took a deep breath: "Return!" "... Zhu Rong licked her full red lips, her gaze intensely assertive upon the young man in the arena, took a deep breath, and smiled gently: 'Return!' ... 'Return!' 'Return!' 'Return!' More and more people were leaving the spiritual realm and returning to reality. Zhang Yuanqing stood within the arena, watching the spectators on the stands one by one fade away. He waved to Guan Ya, the queen, the young green tea enthusiast, and Jiang Jingwei... Oh, Jiang Jingwei had already eagerly returned to reality, off to catch up on his work commitments. He called back the lively young one, placed one hand firmly on the shoulder of No. One the Deceased, and softly recited: 'Return!' The next moment, the old, classic colosseum vanished, and what remained was the familiar bedroom. 'Phew... That's it,' Zhang Yuanqing spread his arms, leaned back, and landed heavily on the bed. 'Ah!' He suddenly gasped sharply, his face contorted, remembering the knife wound across his abdomen—the one that had pierced his internal organs. The wound has initially stopped bleeding and should heal on its own within two hours. Perfect time to catch a nap. He sent a message to Xiao Yuan: "First victory! My opponent was the ninth-ranked Maoshan master among the Top Twenty." Unfortunately, he didn't have the phone number of the Master of the Stopping Blood Palace, otherwise he'd have sent a message there to boast. ... As night fell, neon lanterns illuminated the entire street of bars. In the corner bar, the lighting was soft and calm, without cluttered flashing lights. Men and women in various attire either exchanged quiet updates, negotiated trades of materials or props, or indulged in their desires in the dim corners. In the hotel's lounge, an elderly, thin man in a bathrobe sat by the bed, listening to his subordinates' reports. On the bed behind him lay two bare women, their bodies slightly curved, their delicate skin dotted with bruises, their eyes still streaked with tears, unconscious and asleep. "So he went missing during the pursuit of the Master of the Stop-Killing Palace. I'm quite familiar with the strength of the Eye of Magic—Master of the Stop-Killing Palace isn't his match, yet he did go missing." The Lord of Desire furrowed his brow. "Yes," the subordinate replied quietly. The Lord of Desire remained silent, pondering. He now had a clear picture of the Eye of Magic's actions since arriving in Songhai: he had killed numerous gangs and corrupt officials, focused solely on seeking the Primordial Sovereign, and had shown little interest in the Master of the Stop-Killing Palace. Indeed, he was no less than worthy—what a just companion! To be seduced by a trickster spirit must have been truly a hardship for you, Eye of Magic. Raising his hand, the Lord of Desire gently stroked the smooth jade back of the woman behind him, saying, "The Master of the Stop-Killing Palace lacks the strength, but the senior monks of the Songhai branch do. The Eye of Magic has set his sights on the Primordial Sovereign, so the senior leadership of the Songhai branch will certainly not allow him to be left unattended. Yet, the Eye of Magic cannot simply But he couldn't figure out how the high-ranking leaders of the Lawful order had managed to evade the Eye of the Demon. "Lord Divine General, perhaps by finding the Prime Origin Sovereign, we'll uncover the truth. The Eye of the Demon King has already discovered that the Prime Origin Sovereign is a student at Songhai University." Songhai University students... The Desire-for-Beauty General immediately thought of beautiful, pure young female students. "I understand now. This matter does not need immediate attention," he said, donning his robe and stepping out. Yet the Heavenly King had personally issued orders—at the very least, he had to put on a show, demonstrating a serious work attitude. As for whether the task would ultimately succeed, that was a matter of ability. Once he had weathered this period, he could then fully enjoy the prosperity of Songhai and its countless beautiful women. Below, a long, fair neck, and a full chest rising to support a white shirt. A first-rate beauty, with a refined grace. The Lord of Desire smiled and asked, "What news?" The strikingly beautiful, yet composed woman replied calmly, "The Prime Sovereign has won his first battle, defeating the Night-Wanderer God, ranked ninth among the twenty-strong, a master of the Mao Mountain school of techniques." This information, in fact, was not particularly significant. The Lord of Desire gave a crisp nod and said, "We'll reward this beauty." At once, a subordinate approached, bearing a thick stack of cash, and placed it before the petite woman. Satisfied with her free service, the petite woman neatly folded the bills, finished her wine, and rose to leave. The Lord of Desire lingered, watching her retreating figure until she pushed open the door of the bar and vanished into the night. Only then did he summon his subordinate and instruct, "I want her full profile—detailed, comprehensive." Though the Lord of Desire is passionately devoted to beauty, he is not hasty in his pursuit. Before taking action, he always seeks to understand every detail, fully mastering the situation The reckless and impetuous evil profession cannot survive until the Saint's realm—everyone here is intelligent, not like a Fire Master. ... After dinner, Zhang Yuanqing opened the official forum with a heart full of delight. He thought to himself, the forum must be filled with posts praising me.