Can it not be revived? Can rule-type items fail to revive the Primordial Heavenly Sovereign? The Mage-Eye King stood momentarily stunned, unsure of how to describe his current emotions. A profound sense of disappointment and bewilderment surged, followed swiftly by a deep, burning anger—the kind that arises when hope flickers in the midst of despair only to be snuffed out. Why can rule-type items not revive the Primordial Heavenly Sovereign? The Mother Goddess's Womb is a master-tier rule-type item, of nearly half-divine quality, and among the entire ensemble of musicians, there are only a handful—perhaps three or four—of such items. Reviving the deceased is a fundamental rule, even when both form and spirit are utterly extinguished. What force could possibly suppress the rule of the Mother Goddess's Womb? Only a cause-based item could achieve that. The Mage-Eye King paused—cause-based items? Impossible! Indeed, such cause-based items would have to be of an incomprehensibly high rank, far beyond the reach of the Primordial Heavenly Sovereign. His mind raced, filled with a flurry of thoughts that rose and then sank again. At that moment, he noticed a change in the message above the Mother Goddess's womb: 【Unable to awaken the soul…】 Unable to awaken the soul? The Mago-Eye King had to force himself to remain calm and try to interpret this message. Yet it was difficult—interpreting the message required understanding the Mother Goddess's womb's principle of reviving the deceased, but he was a seductive spirit-faun, a bloodthirsty, volatile one. The realm of souls was not his strength. He should call the Master of Zhishi Palace to inquire... The Mago-Eye felt anxious. The three Heavenly Kings had been lured away; the Ghost Blade and Yin Yue were still manageable, thanks to Fu Qingyang holding them back. The Extinction King was destined to return empty-handed, furious upon his return. Should she discover that the Primeval Heavenly Sovereign had quietly revived within her own stronghold, she would certainly be displeased and might even have the Master of Zhishi Palace killed for good measure—adding further complications. As the Mago-Eye King reached for his phone, he glanced again at the message, which had now changed: 【Successfully revived!】 Then, the flesh membrane on the meat chamber expanded, revealing the outline of a human hand. That hand ruptured the membrane, and Zhang Yuanqing, revived, rose up like a newborn infant tearing through its amniotic sac. Waking from eternal slumber, Zhang Yuanqing opened his eyes and saw the dark, dimly lit chamber, illuminated by the pale, yellow glow of ancient spherical lamps. A young man wearing a sports headband stood several meters away—sun-kissed, handsome, yet carrying an inexplicable aura of strangeness. This was the King of the Magic Eyes. "Finally, you've awakened! Finally!" The King of the Magic Eyes' smile widened, his joy reaching its peak. "Such a world is truly delightful." "It's indeed here..." Zhang Yuanqing murmured, his voice hoarse. Then, he turned to the King of the Magic Eyes and managed a smile. "It's good to see you again. Thank you, King of the Magic Eyes, for your revival." The King of the Magic Eyes studied him, delightedly exhaled, "You don't seem at all surprised?" "I've witnessed this very scene in the river of destiny." Zhang Yuanqing offered a simple explanation. He had a sense of his own resurrection from the very beginning. When stimulated by Zhou's secretary that day, he felt the determination to go down with the ship—burning everything to the ground. He then began to contemplate the possibility of his revival. He knew the Mother Goddess's womb could resurrect the deceased, and he remembered having a standby duplicate stationed at his sister-in-charge's palace. The Mother Goddess's womb was located at the Army's Monastery, which in turn housed the King of the Divine Eye. The King of the Divine Eye would surely bring him back to life—Zhang Yuanqing was absolutely certain of this. That meant he had already fulfilled the conditions for utilizing the Mother Goddess's womb, all that remained was to take action. Of course, he always prepared for the worst, so he distributed his key items among his close companions and loved ones. Should he fail to return, his entire legacy would not be lost to the spiritual realm. That day, when his friends visited him in the hospital, he said not a word about his resurrection—concerned that the conversation might be overheard. ——The underground prison of Jinli Temple was built at the base of a century-old tree. That ancient tree is one of his long-term counterparts. Unable to determine whether the half-god was an enemy or an ally, he dared not voice his idea about reviving the Magi-Eye. Just moments ago, when he opened his eyes and took in the room's scene, he immediately grasped the celestial revelation—showing that saving the Magi-Eye from the zoo would bring immense benefits—now fully realized here. If he hadn't saved the Magi-Eye at that time, he might never have been able to revive himself. Fate had already spoken clearly. The Magi-Eye King was momentarily stunned, then suddenly enlightened: "I almost forgot you're a star official. So you've already laid a backup plan, knowing you could revive—how do you think I'd save you?" Zhang Yuanqing silently chided himself: "I've said I've glimpsed the future in the river of fate—such a dead-pan, stubborn one. Yet on the surface, I said..." "We share the same goal and the same ideal," he replied. The Magi-Eye King's smile brightened instantly. "A perfect answer." After a brief rest, Zhang Yuanqing regained some strength and began to The Mage's Eye held him firmly, gazing down with superior authority, a subtle smile playing at her lips. "From today on, you shall be the sixth Heavenly King of the Army's Supreme Council. Fear has already reported to Shura, and Shura has approved." Of course, this was a lie—yet the Mage's Eye genuinely wished to keep Yuan Shǐ Tian Zun. The unfortunate Yuan Shǐ Tian Zun had already broken ties with the official faction; beyond joining the Army's Supreme Council and helping them cleanse the world, he had no other choice. Zhang Yuanqing struggled, but in vain, his voice hoarse as he said, "Get out! I'm not joining you—by any means. Let me go!" "You claim not to be aligned with us, yet in practice, you're even more radical than I am," the Heavenly King of the Mage's Eye scoffed, yet still released Yuan Shǐ Tian Zun. He did not insist on keeping him. As he reached for a scroll of leather, he added, "This is the transmission device provided by the Master of the Cease-Combat Palace. You should leave now—Extinction is nearly back. By the way, when you revived, there was a The Mage-Eyed Emperor tossed the parchment into Yuan Shi Tian Zun's arms, as if implying something: "You have many hidden vulnerabilities." How thoughtful of the Palace Master—knowing that all my props have been passed on as bequests, she personally prepared a transportation device for me... Zhang Yuanqing took the device and reviewed its item details. At the same time, he asked, "What kind of vulnerabilities?" ——The jade chest is still lingering in the inventory, but the matchbox was given to Guan Ya. Without the matchbox, the transmission jade scroll cannot be activated. The Mage-Eyed Emperor then shared with Zhang Yuanqing the two instances when the Mother Goddess's Palace had stalled—unable to revive the spirits, unable to awaken souls. If that's the case, then how did I manage to revive myself? Was it the Mother Goddess's Palace that resolved these issues, or... Zhang Yuanqing's brows gradually furrowed. "Let's go. Extinction has returned." The Mage-Eyed Emperor looked at the closed windows, sensing the furious resolve of that mad woman. Clearly, she felt played for a fool, and Extinction was clearly displeased. "Until we meet again." Zhang Yuanqing nodded, activating the parchment scroll in his hand. The scroll burst with a strong white light, then contracted, carrying Zhang Yuanqing down until he shrank to the size of a grain of rice, and then faded away. The Mago-Eye King dialed the phone of the Palace Master of Zhishi, hanging up after two rings, and then used the same method to notify Fu Qingyang. ... As the scene flashed and shifted, Zhang Yuanqing arrived at the familiar bedroom—Guanyi's bedroom. The room was dark, with curtains drawn tightly, and the light was dim. Zhang Yuanqing immediately spotted Guanyi curled up on the bed. As a swordsman, Guanyi would have instantly sensed the sudden appearance of someone in the room. Yet now, she remained motionless, breathing evenly, her spirit fluctuations settling into a steady, unchanging rhythm—like a block of cheese slowly developing mold, or a paper flower devoid of life. Guanyi had maintained this state for many days. After the initial overwhelming pain, as if a self-protection mechanism had been activated, she emptied herself of all emotions and simply let go—sometimes for four or five days at a time. Zhang Yuanqing walked to the bedside and whispered, "Cui Ya?