The night sky is thick and heavy; in Songhai, stars are rarely visible. Air pollution dulls the clarity of the sky, and ground-based light pollution is reflected off the clouds, obscuring the stars. Thus, stargazing in Songhai is no easy task. Yet once one learns to observe the stars, the clouds and light pollution no longer obscure the viewer’s sight. At this moment, Zhang Yuanqing’s gaze pierces through the clouds, and he sees the vast expanse of stars. Upon the dark, velvet sky, countless stars—like beans—cluster densely, some bright and sparkling, others dim and unremarkable. In his pupils, the constellations shimmer and unfold, while he murmurs in a rhythmic chant: “Save the magical eyes, save the magical eyes…” After repeating this over a dozen times, the stars that had seemed frozen in the night sky begin to move subtly in a certain region, then trigger a chain reaction, with more stars gradually beginning to shift. Following a series of unpredictable changes, Jupiter and Mars shine brilliantly, pulsing with steady flickers. "Jupiter symbolizes fortune, while Mars represents misfortune. The Rescue of the Magi-Eye can bring me either fortune or misfortune—there is no middle ground. As long as I rescue the Magi-Eye, either fortune will flourish or misfortune will strike, with no compromise possible..." "What if I do not rescue it?" Zhang Yuanqing murmured to himself, his eyes glowing with starlight, activating his second celestial observation technique. The stars began to shift once more, issuing warnings. After about ten seconds, the celestial patterns stabilized, with Mars shining brightly and flashing steadily. Jupiter, however, remained dim. The outcome was clear: rescuing the Magi-Eye brought fortune; failing to do so brought misfortune. Not rescuing the Magi-Eye meant misfortune would surely follow. "Could it be that my flawless human-skin plan is flawed? Or perhaps, the death of the Greedy General has diminished the Favorable King's goodwill toward me. If I fail to rescue the Magi-Eye, he will take action against me—thus, misfortune will descend..." Zhang Yuan清's expression immediately grew serious. After a few moments of reflection, he made up his mind. Without saving the Mago's Eye, there would be no benefit at all; should we save it, there remains a fifty-fifty chance of fortune favoring us. The choice is clear. "Right now, my level of stargazing can only reveal so much. If I could see the specific course of my destiny unfolding through the stars, it would be even better..." Zhang Yuanqing's mind stirred. He spread his palms, and a heavy, round black iron disc materialized in his hands. The Great Luo Star Disk! This artifact's core function is to assist in stargazing. Even before Zhang Yuanqing mastered stargazing, he had used it—through connected objects and documents—to predict the future. Now that he has learned stargazing, what potential does the Great Luo Star Disk hold? Immediately, Zhang Yuanqing channeled the power of the stars into the disk, and the flowing ability moved along the surface, gradually illuminating the silver-painted constellations. The constellations on the disk rose up, forming a full-holographic projection—but this time, instead of hovering in midair, they flowed like a stream into Zhang Yuanqing's star-gazing eyes. At that moment, Zhang Yuanqing's mind also formed a complete celestial constellation map, and he felt the star patterns in the night sky became clearer—glimpses of the evolving scenes of all things began to emerge, though still hazy and somewhat indistinct. How remarkable—the Great Luo Star Disk had actually elevated stargazing to the level of mastering stellar power? Wow, no wonder this item is a record-breaker from the killing quest! Its quality surpasses what I expected. Zhang Yuanqing was thrilled internally. Previously, without mastering stargazing, he hadn't appreciated the value of this item. Now he realized: the Great Luo Star Disk truly stands as a top-tier item among the Saint-level offerings. He now possessed the core abilities of a master of stellar power. "Save the Magician's Eye, save the Magician's Eye…" He murmured softly, focused his spirit, expanded his star-like eyes, and intently gazed upon the celestial patterns. Soon, the tranquil celestial patterns began to shift, triggering a chain reaction that set the entire sky in motion. The outcomes—both success and failure—of the rescue of the Mage's Eye, along with all associated circumstances and causal links—were all foretold within the trajectories of the moving stars. Zhang Yuanqing had not understood it before, but upon holding the Daliang Star Disk and mentally focusing the celestial patterns, he suddenly grasped it all. Integration and comprehension. When the celestial movements ceased, Mars and Jupiter once again shone brightly. As if receiving a signal, the Daliang Star Disk within Zhang Yuanqing's consciousness began to move in perfect synchronization with the celestial patterns above, ultimately illuminating Mars and Jupiter simultaneously. The two stars burst forth, unfolding two visions of the future: —The solemn and dignified Court of Judgment, where Grandfather Huang Taiji, the Grand Elder of the Five Elements Alliance, sat majestically upon the judgment throne, flanked by two elderly men with white hair. On either side stood a group of elders, their presence commanding and serene, radiating authority without needing to speak. "Master Yuanshǐ Tianzun, you have colluded with the Commander of the You've earned your merits, and your plans haven't yet come to fruition. After deliberation by the elders, your official status has been revoked, you're to be imprisoned for three years, fined fifty billion—shortfall to be made up by assets and equipment. "—In the dark, dimly lit chamber, he saw the yellow bulb, saw the magical eyes wearing a sports headband. The magical eyes surveyed him, a subtle smile playing at their lips: "From today onward, you shall be the sixth Heavenly King of the Army Commander. Fear has reported to Shura, and Shura has approved." Then, he heard his own strained, painful voice: "Get out! I'm not going to be part of your crew—I'm not leaving!" The two scenes of the future ended. "This…" Zhang Yuanqing's starlight dimmed, his brows furrowed. As a Star Official, interpreting and forecasting is a fundamental skill. The first scene was understandable—failure in rescuing the magical eyes, collusion with the evil organization, a grave transgression. Under the Five Elements Alliance's penalties, imprisonment is not merely about serving time in prison. Imprisoned individuals are manipulated, turned into experimental subjects or steadfast warriors, assigned high-risk missions with extremely high mortality rates. Should they refuse or attempt to escape, the "curse" within them will erupt, leading to their untimely deaths. As for the fifty billion yuan penalty, he certainly doesn't have that much cash—his premium equipment and assets will therefore be seized and confiscated by the official authorities. Given his reputation, achievements, and current network of connections, still receiving such treatment indicates that the headquarters has firmly resolved to eliminate him. Why does the headquarters want to eliminate him? Zhang Yuanqing interprets this as either the exposure of the magical king's heir identity, or the exposure of Cai Longshen's betrayal, allowing the headquarters' Cai Elder to take advantage and undermine him. Additionally, the headquarters may perceive Yuan Shǐ Tianzūn as increasingly rebellious and uncontrollable, thus deciding to abandon him. His previous actions—particularly his dealings with Wei Yuanzhou and the "ruffian" faction—have left a negative impression on the headquarters. What truly puzzles Zhang Yuanqing, however, is the second segment of the footage He woke up in a dimly lit room, severely injured, with the Heavenly Eye King standing beside him, eager to absorb him into the Heavenly King rank of the Army Headquarters. The local strongest spiritual traveler, Shou Luo, agreed to the hesitant proposal. My wife won't die under the Sword of Extinguishing the Immortals—why should I join this evil organization? What kind of fortune is this? Zhang Yuanqing muttered to himself. Also, isn't there only supposed to be four Heavenly Kings? But soon, his focus shifted from the "sixth Heavenly King" to the matter of his own unconsciousness and subsequent awakening. Given the unruly, sharp-tempered nature of Yuan Shǐ Tian Zun, it's inconceivable that he would align himself with these career-driven, callous villains. Therefore, the scene he had just witnessed must have been a glimpse of his future self—facing danger and saved by the Heavenly Eye. That's why the Heavenly Eye brought him back to the Army Headquarters headquarters, and that's why he now demanded to be released. The night was hazy, and Fu's Village glowed with bright lights. The lighting in the villa courtyards was clear and gentle, not glaring. From the edge of the rooftop, even through the floor-to-ceiling windows, one could see the figures of the rabbit maids moving about inside the villas. Zhang Yuanqing stared in deep contemplation, his mind racing. Zhang Yuanqing stood on the terrace for a long time, deeply pondering his course of action. Suddenly, a thought struck him. He realized that the true way to engage the Star Official was as a chess player—through strategic planning, step by step, adjusting his approach based on the feedback from the art of stargazing, until the unfolding events aligned with his expectations. "I could certainly try this, but how exactly should I lay out my strategy based on the stargazing insights?" Zhang Yuanqing found himself once again immersed in thought. From his experience since learning the art of stargazing, he observed that relying on stargazing for strategic planning fell outside the realm of technical skill and belonged more to personal execution. It was akin to some players being able to dash and unleash a powerful wave of attacks to eliminate enemies, while others could only dash and collide with walls. The same skill, the same role, yet the outcomes varied dramatically depending on the individual's execution. The Princess was herself a Star Official, and moreover, an ancient cultivator—she would surely be the right person to ask. Zhang Yuanqing then folded his Great Luo Star Disk and snapped his fingers—his star-dwelling journey returned him to his bedroom. … In the bedroom, Lady Yin Yao lay on the bed with a straight, regal posture, as though about to pass away. At the moment the stars began to rise, she sensed something and opened her eyes. "Lady, I would like to ask you about the proper use of stargazing techniques," Zhang Yuanqing said to his exquisite mannequin. The mannequin, with its vivid, eerie crimson eyes, remained upright and motionless. "First, establish a plan. Then, gather feedback through stargazing, make gradual adjustments, and refine it until it is flawless." Lady Yin Yao added, "Yet, nothing is truly flawless. Life is unpredictable—no matter how skilled the celestial officials, they cannot guarantee success." Zhang Yuanqing thought for a moment and asked, "Then, how should we begin?" Lady Yin Yao pondered, "Take this example: you wish to be with the Queen and Lingxi while under the watchful eyes of Guan Ya, but you cannot conceal this from her. Therefore, you must find a way to divert Guan Ya's attention. However, the scouts are sharp—no matter how carefully you craft your lies, they will detect them." "So then, you need to make early moves—gather information quietly on the patrol captains of the Songhai division, injure them severely, and create an unavoidable reason for yourself to stay in Songhai. Then, you'll orchestrate a deceitful, villainous professional to cause chaos across Songhai." "While the patrol captains are injured and unable to deploy, the division will send Guan Ya. Throughout this process, you must repeatedly apply the Art of Observing the Stars to ensure every step unfolds without mishap." "Once Guan Ya departs, you can finally move against the Queen and Lingxi, the divine beast." "This example makes me seem like a loveless, uncommitted man—though I clearly understand your point, and it's indeed clear and straightforward." Zhang Yuanqing nodded in satisfaction. A plan should be presented first tomorrow, then gather intelligence according to that plan—by the end of three days, a solid strategy must be in place! ... 11 p.m. In the capital, beneath the locust tree of the quadrangle courtyard, Sun Miaomiao, full of energy, crouched by her grandfather, Elder Sun's armchair, holding her phone and reciting: "Breaking news, breaking news! Elder Yuan Shi has reached Level Six—this is absolutely astonishing. He's even more brilliant than Fu Qingyang. Since I've been assigned to the training camp, pinned like a corpse, I'll use my worn-out voice to shout: Elder Sun, you're simply slow-witted!" She glanced at her grandfather, her voice bright and clear: "This is what Yuan Ting said. In fact, not only Yuan Ting, but everyone is saying you're slow-witted." The evening breeze blew through, the locust tree swaying, children's laughter drifting in: "Grandfather is slow-witted, slow-witted!" Sun Miaomiao grinned, showing her white teeth: "Now, what comes next?" "No need to read it out!" Elder Sun's face darkened, and he angrily tapped the armrest. "It's late—why aren't you going to bed? Why are you lingering here? Get up! Get out of my way!" "This Time Door Forum has been absolutely chaotic. In the past, it was just the extraordinary young members causing a fuss. Now, even the extraordinary, the sage-level, and the senior members are calling him foolish. Senior Sun feels he can no longer maintain control and has only been able to vent his frustration on his granddaughter. 'How come you've lowered your status all on your own?' Sun Miao Miao murmured softly. 'Don't blame me either—I've opened over a dozen character accounts to go head-to-head with them, and we've been arguing all night long. I've truly been standing by my principles.' Just as Senior Sun was about to speak, he suddenly turned toward the entrance. There stood a handsome young man, wearing loose pants and a t-shirt, his hair tousled and carefree, leaning against the doorframe with a cheerful smile, watching the exchange between the two generations. 'Ling Jun? What brings you here?' Senior Sun asked, frowning. 'I came to see my beloved sister,' Ling Jun said, stepping gracefully toward them and placing a hand on Sun Miao Miao's shoulder. 'Ah, Miao Miao! It's been several months now. Ling Jun has missed you so much that he hasn Sun Miaomiao pushed him aside, spitting out, "Get out!" Clearly uninterested in Ling Jun, she wiggled her little bottom and strode off, "Grandpa, I'm going back now." Ling Jun watched her silhouette walk out of the courtyard and vanish from sight, a warm smile on his face. After waiting a few more seconds, making sure Sun Miaomiao had truly left, he smoothed his expression and bowed formally to Sun Senior, "She's such an easy-to-please young girl. Senior, I have a few questions I'd like to ask you." Sun Senior, an irritable old man, huffed, "What's the matter? Ask Victoria—what do you want from me? We don't know each other well." Ling Jun sighed, "But my questions only you can answer." Pausing, he got straight to the point, "Do you still remember the Senior known as 'Shanhe Yongcun'?" Sun Senior's eyes instantly narrowed. ... Free Federation, Wijaga Lake. It was ten in the morning. The sun hung high in the clear blue sky, cloudless. The lake water shimmered as blue as the sky. The lake breeze stirs rippling waves, making the vast expanse of water appear as though filled with gold. A fleet of sailboats dot the surface, their white sails fluttering under strong winds, occasionally emitting a crisp "creak" as ropes tighten against masts. This is a team of single-handed dinghies—4.23 meters long, 1.42 meters wide, with a sail area of 7.06 square meters—laser-class boats frequently used in world-class competitions, renowned as the most competitive sport in the world. Each boat carries one athlete who sits at the hull, leaning back, skillfully steering the rudder and sails to maintain course. Within the team, two dinghies lead the way, maintaining a close, synchronized pace. Both are helmed by women, wearing life jackets, goggles, and safety helmets, expertly guiding their boats through the wind. As they approach the finish, the dinghy on the left slightly lags, narrowly missing victory. Neither boat stops or slows down; they continue steadily, ultimately reaching the lakeshore with precision. Fu Xue stepped onto the shore, lightly leaping from the boat's side. She removed her helmet, goggles, and life jacket, tossing them to the golden-haired man who had come rushing toward her, then turned to look back at the scene behind her, smiling. "I've won!" The wind tousled her hair, a gentle smile playing at her lips, her grace and poise effortlessly elegant. Chen Shu sipped her juice, legs curled, leaning back against the chair, and smiled. "Our biotech company's gene-based medication is now at a critical stage. As long as we have a steady supply of life-source liquid, we can neutralize the toxicity in the medication. Its function is to temporarily unlock the latent potential of spiritual realm practitioners. When diluted by a factor of fifty, it becomes one of the world's finest pain-relieving and life-saving agents. Our professional team has evaluated it thoroughly—just by entering the market, it brings us billions of federal currency in annual profits." Fu Xue mused, "You'd like to secure a stable supply of life-source liquid from the Fu family through me?" The lake breeze gently stirred, causing the sun umbrella to sway slightly. Under its shade, the two affluent women—plump, graceful, with well-maintained, fair, and delicate complexions—complemented each other beautifully. Chen Shu nodded with a smile. "As you know, our Jishisociety has no ties with the spiritual realm practitioner organizations in Huaguo. So this excellent opportunity is now yours to enjoy at a discount." "Fu Xue shook her head." "You know how scarce the Life Source Liquid is. Given my position in the Fu family, I can't offer you much. If my daughter marries into the Miller family..." Fu Xue paused suddenly, glanced at the young man standing by the table, subtly flexing his abdominal muscles, and furrowed her brows. "Go stand by the side—this isn't a conversation you're meant to hear." The young server, who had been gracefully adjusting his posture and displaying his physique, saw that neither of the two wealthy women had been captivated by his appearance and could only sigh and retreat reluctantly. Only then did Fu Xue continue: "...my status would rise significantly, and providing you with a steady supply of Life Source Liquid would then be quite manageable." Chen Shu frowned. "Isn't your daughter's boyfriend quite well-positioned within the official circles?" Fu Xue replied with irritation. "His position isn't particularly high." Without a high-ranking position, he naturally lacked the authority to draw upon the Life Source Liquid. Chen Shu immediately remarked, "Having potential but no official position—what good is such a son-in-law? You should choose the Miller family instead." Fu Xue's mind flashed with the distinguished face of the Prime Immortal. She sighed, saying, "At the time, I didn't know what had gone on—I just thought he was wonderful. As for him, I won't mention him anymore. I still have some connections in China, so I can help you get things done, but you'll have to pay a bit more." Chen Shu smiled warmly, "I won't wait for you long—I'm not your only option." Just as Fu Xue was about to speak, a female assistant in a skirt hurried over, holding her phone, and stopped at the table, bowing slightly to hand it over, saying, "Madam, I think you should take a look at this message." Fu Xue took the phone casually and glanced at it. For a moment, she felt as though struck by lightning, standing frozen in place. Her pupils contracted slightly, and her delicate, beautiful, oval face went utterly still. Chen Shu glanced at her friend's smartphone, "What's going on? You're so startled."