Jinshan City, the Mirrored World. A deep crater stretching for more than ten kilometers appears like a festering sore on the earth's surface. Along the crater's edge, streets are shattered and buildings collapsed—this sense of fragmentation extends all the way to the city's outskirts. One-third of the city's territory has been reduced to ruins, even though only the Fire Master among the semi-gods is renowned for his destructive power. The Illusionist, the Night Wanderer, and the Water Spirit specialize in more elusive and perilous techniques. To these supernatural beings, the human-built cities of steel and concrete are remarkably fragile. Without moral constraints and given free rein to fight, they could even dismantle an entire nation—wherever the battle unfolds, that region becomes a wasteland. Dark clouds loom over Jinshan City, fierce winds howl, and torrential rains pour down, washing over the city now transformed into ruins. Against this backdrop of storm, visions of the city's southern region continually reappear—sometimes as mountain streams, sometimes as vast grasslands, sometimes as snow-capped mountains and glacial rivers, sometimes as endless oceans. Yet amid the occasional thunderous dragon's roar, these illusions shatter instantly, reverting the city back to its original form. The Rain Lord's dragon voice dispels falsehoods and specifically counters illusions. In the East, scorching heat evaporates rain, baking the land, thus carving out a region of drought within the world of torrential downpours. In the West, opposite the East, the full moon hangs high, dark clouds roll tumultuously, and mournful ghostly wails echo through the cloud layers. In the North, a resplendent woman, dressed in white embroidered with golden cloud patterns, her back adorned with flags and a long spear in hand, stands proudly beneath the surging black clouds. The gazes of the four half-gods are fixed upon the deep chasm. A frail golden light rises from the bottom of the pit, and a golden Buddha, towering over a hundred meters, ascends slowly. Though majestic in form, the Buddha is riddled with cracks; its eyes are wide open, brimming with chaos, fury, bloodlust, and rage—every conceivable negative emotion visible within them. Master Wuhen has already fallen into madness. From the south, the voices of the southern-style phantom deities—indistinct in age, gender, or tone—resonate: "The Golden Buddha is the embodiment of his true inner emotions. By destroying the Golden Buddha, you can kill him. Black Emperor, do not attempt to awaken him with your dragon's song. For twenty years, he has suppressed himself; today, the flood has burst its banks—no divine intervention can save him now." He raised his right arm high, and the deep crimson flame erupted with a hiss, coalescing into a long spear. The intense heat condensed at the spear's tip, radiating a brilliant, blinding glow. The rain within a one-kilometer radius instantly vaporized, surging upward in thick white mist. Immediately thereafter, he transformed into a streak of vibrant red light, charging directly toward the golden Buddha. Throughout the process, countless wailing spirits shrieked and poured into the ghostly face, growing like a snowball until they transformed into a colossal ghost face that obscured half the sky. Facing the combined assault of the three half-gods, the golden Buddha, his eyes wild with frenzy, raised his head and unleashed a soul-shaking roar. This was not merely a mental assault—it was an upgraded version, the "Shadow Roar" mastered only by peak dominators, a roar capable of directly erasing souls. Even the half-gods suffered severe damage. Yet, this powerful roar did not harm the three half-gods at all; the southern-style phantom god calmed their spirits and dispelled the soul-annihilating force. ——A sorcerer of illusion can both ignite emotions and soothe the mind. When the mental assault proved ineffective, the golden Buddha silenced his roar, and the cracked body radiated transparent ripples. As these ripples swept across the surroundings, the landscape transformed into vast, towering Buddhist temples. Simultaneously, a golden sun rose above the Buddha's head! To enable the illusion to achieve an effect comparable to reality, one must first weave the realm of the illusion; only then does the power of the Sun God within the realm exert the same influence as the Sun God's power in reality. The Buddhist pavilion enveloped Master Jiang and Master Gong, and their water and fire spirits swiftly vanished under the radiance of the Sun God's power. Master Jiang's armor grew increasingly thin, while Master Gong's long dragon rapidly dispersed—her towering, sky-enclosing ghost face visibly thinned by two circles. At this moment, the southern-style illusion master intervened, tearing through the pavilion's illusion. The one most familiar with illusionists is always an illusionist. Indeed, even without the southern-style illusion master's intervention, Master Gong's dragon's song would have been sufficient to dispel the illusion. After the illusion dissolved, the water and fire lance regained its strength, and the ghost face swelled once more. A deep black light radiated from the golden Buddha, illuminating three forces that then underwent a process of mutual annihilation, returning to nothingness. Nothingness! Yet, the combined power of the three half-gods surpassed the limits of "Void." After being weakened, Jiang Master drove his long spear through the golden buddha's chest, flames consuming his body. The water dragon pierced the golden buddha's abdomen, allowing the plague to swiftly take root. The fierce, ghastly face bit into the golden buddha's head, eroding his soul. Cracks rippled continuously across the golden buddha's body, like a porcelain doll being pieced together from fragments. Master Wuhen's face emerged clearly against the golden buddha's features, sometimes wildly mad, sometimes composed and solemn—though near death, he unexpectedly regained a moment of self-awareness. Master of the Water Deity Palace, Miao, briefly flashed her eyes and gently exhaled a clear, resonant dragon's roar: "Ah—!" The sound purified the soul. She then declared loudly, "The past has no trace. I know you've always been devoted to good. Now you're losing control. If you don't die, hundreds of thousands of innocent lives in Jinshan City will perish. Can you truly bear it?" The southern school's phantom deity nodded, murmuring softly, offering gentle reassurance to stabilize the golden budd The Golden Buddha remained still and motionless, his form unshaken. Master Wuhen’s face gradually calmed, the wildness fading away, returning to its deep, resolute composure. At that moment, his ears twitched slightly, as if listening to sounds drifting through the void. After a silence of several seconds, his golden palm suddenly crushed the long spear embedded in his chest, tearing open his ribcage along the crack formed at the spear’s tip, and pulling out a dark, pulsating heart. Upon seeing the heart, Master Jiang, Master of the Water Shrine, and the Southern School’s Phantom Master all moved simultaneously, vying for this semi-divine artifact. The Southern Phantom Master’s voice, echoing with a blend of youth and age, resonated: “Lingtuo, conceal it! Convey its secret!” The secret of the Yin Dynasty unfolds in three stages: the most basic is the Night-Wanderer’s invisibility, the intermediate is the concealment of objects, and the highest is the concealment of destiny. He needed Lingtuo’s assistance to conceal the object, thereby causing the two leaders of the Five-Element Alliance to lose their focus. From afar, within the gathering clouds, Lingtuo Lingtuo departed. At that moment, a deep, dark void tore through space, appearing suddenly before Jinfo. Master Wuhen, seemingly anticipating this, rushed ahead of the three half-gods and inserted the black heart into the void. The void instantly contracted and vanished into the mirror world. "Void! Void!" the southern realm's phantom god roared, his head lifted in furious outburst! Jiang Master and the Water God's Master were disappointed but remained composed. To them, the best outcome was securing the phantom god's relics; if they couldn't obtain them, as long as they didn't fall into the hands of the southern sect's headmaster, it would still be a satisfactory result. As for Wuhen, who had now grown weak and exhausted, the disaster had finally been resolved. The outcome was thus satisfactory. At the end of his life, Master Wuhen folded his hands and softly chanted the Buddha's name: "Birth and death cycle endlessly; light and darkness intertwine. All things embrace the yin and carry the yang—this is the true path. Only after experiencing darkness can one truly turn toward light." He gazed into the void, as if speaking to someone: " Amitabha Buddha... The golden Buddha melted piece by piece, dissolving into the heavens and earth. At that moment, the phone vibrated again, delivering a new message: "Do not go to Songhai—there is danger. Yuanshiyi Tianzun sacrificed his life on the Judgment Platform, defeating Cai Qinhel and returning to the Spiritual Realm." A deep boom resonated in Xiao Yuan's ears, like arrows piercing her heart. She staggered, steadying herself against the altar table, then slowly collapsed to the ground. The setting sun bathed the gleaming crown of the Silver Moon Divine General, whose strong, resolute features bore silver rings adorning his earlobes, nostrils, and lips. Following the directions of his subordinates, he finally located the Magi-Eye and the one consumed by Fear, who had been engaged in a fierce battle and had lost contact. A tremendous sonic boom echoed from afar, the loess terrain riddled with countless craters and collapsed earth mounds, its once-fertile land now tainted by the strange, decaying forces. The surviving serpents and scorpions, though spared death, had been transformed into strange beasts, wandering aimlessly. The Silver Moon Divine General stepped on a scorpion the size of a basin, then turned his gaze toward the distant battlefield, where two ancient war gods, each with three heads and eight arms, fought in a relentless, indecisive struggle. One of them, clearly, was holding back. Taking a deep breath, he barked, "You two idiots—stop fighting! There's a major crisis unfolding within the Five Elements Alliance!"