The item is half-divine, and even more so, it's from an evil profession—there's just a constant feeling of doom. Mr. Chairman, please protect me at all costs. If anything goes wrong, I'll make you suffer for it. Zhang Yuanqing murmured anxiously in his mind, while asking aloud, "How do we fuse it?" Mr. Chairman lounged lazily against the back of his chair. "Cut open its chest and bring it close to the heart." Zhang Yuanqing opened his inventory, pulled out the Purple Thunder Hammer, and used the sharp triangular spike at the handle to press against his chest. As he was about to pierce through his ribcage, he suddenly remembered: "Wait—this triangular spike has penetration and bleeding effects. A dominion-level bleeding effect would be fatal. Mr. Chairman, may I borrow a knife?" The Chairman shook his head. "Do you not even have a basic blade? You're rather poor." With that, he reached out and grasped at the void, pulling forth a dark, military-style knife. The honored item, now feeling slighted, took the knife and sliced open Zhang Yuanqing's chest, revealing the beating heart within. The warm, crimson blood stained his garments, and the rich, thick scent of blood lingered in the bedroom. Zhang Yuanqing ignored the pain of the chest being sliced open, gently cradling the dark brown heart and bringing it close to his chest. Instantly, the dark brown heart in his palm melted into a viscous black substance, enveloping the fresh red, pulsing heart within—thus staining his own heart black. Boom! His thoughts exploded, his emotions surged. Flashbacks of the past six months surged forth—his fatigue and despair from battling high-difficulty dungeons, the fear and agony of clinging to life at the edge of death—now all rising in waves. The fall of Wenhun Master, the sense of injustice and regret that the hotel team never managed to recover from, the anger and frustration, the profound sorrow and rage when both sides were utterly destroyed in the trial—all these memories surfaced, transforming into a torrent of negative emotions. Under the relentless pressure of these emotions, Zhang Yuanqing’s rationality collapsed, and his inner world filled with an overwhelming impulse to destroy the world. At that moment, a low reminder came from the president: "Activate the power of the Sun God." With his mind still disoriented, he instinctively followed the instruction, channeling the power of the Sun God, which stirred the golden light dormant within his body. The Sun God's power, possessing purification properties, greatly alleviated the chaotic negative energies, allowing Zhang Yuanqing to regain a sense of himself. He knelt on the ground, slightly leaning forward, breathing heavily while gazing at his chest. The surface of his heart was completely enveloped by a dark substance that flowed rapidly and surged violently into the heart chambers. This dark matter remained highly active, showing no signs of stabilization—indicating that the fusion process had only just begun and was far from complete. After all, this was a divine artifact still under seal; one could only imagine how terrifying the heart must have been before the seal was placed. Unquestionably, Master Wenhong had refined his heart for twenty years, his will now as solid as steel. Zhang Yuanqing admired the master's unwavering resolve while deeply sensing the vast gap between himself and the senior figures. "You've successfully passed the first stage. Focus now," the president advised. The next wave of emotional upheaval strikes, and a series of disappointments pour in—childhood loneliness, mother's indifference, bullying from classmates, the persistent unease of being an outsider... The sorrowful, poignant, and painful emotions from life surge forth, unrelenting. Zhang Yuanqing feels the urge to destroy the world and himself once more. "Aahhh—!" He roars in agony, his facial expression completely contorted, starlight flickering chaotically over his body, and a mysterious, dreamlike star cloud forming on his forehead. Then, within the turbulent starlight, a gray radiance emerges, subtly revealing faces expressing joy, anger, sorrow, and delight—manifestations of the sorcerer's spiritual power. The star cloud on his forehead gradually dims, its luminosity turning gray and wavering, until it twists into a face embodying both weeping and laughter. The thin strength of the Sun God's power is suppressed deep within his body. This state persists for over ten minutes, the starlight gradually fading, and the star cloud slowly transforming into a smile marked by intertwined sorrow and gentle humor. He was invaded by malevolent forces. If this continues, the Night-Wanderer character card will transform into a Conjurer character card. The President remained silent, observing intently. Zhang Yuanqing's consciousness gradually faded, his mind filled with hatred and negative emotions. As he was about to transform into a Conjurer, a soft, steady voice of chanting Buddhist mantras suddenly arose within his dark heart: "Birth and death cycle endlessly; light and darkness intertwine and confuse. All things embrace yin and carry yang—this is the true path. Only after experiencing darkness should one turn toward light. Remember, remember! Amitabha Buddha..." The voice was gentle and deep, yet resonant, like the morning bell or the evening gong, striking clearly and powerfully. This voice, like a ray of dawn in the midst of darkness, revealed Zhang Yuanqing's innate humanity—his true nature and compassion. The surging negative emotions swiftly calmed, his rationality returned, and the human-faced emblem on his forehead gradually faded. The gray energy on his body flowed back into his heart. "Master Wuhen..." Zhang Yuanqing whispered softly, tears streaming down his face. In the background, the president clapped enthusiastically, "Congratulations! The fusion has been successful." Zhang Yuanqing looked down and saw that his heart, once vibrant, had now turned a deep black-brown, the dark substance solidifying and dimming, losing its vitality. "It's worked...," he said, lying back on the bed, breathing heavily as though drained, feeling the power of a dreamweaver—deeply embedded in his very genes. Currently, he can only modify his spiritual realm ID—a feature that currently feels somewhat underwhelming. Yet Zhang Yuanqing is well aware that this function is still in a state of sealing, and as the seal weakens, its capabilities will gradually strengthen. He has a vague sense that within the next半个月, this feature will fully revive, and the specific enhancements it will offer are highly promising. Notably, the seal on his heart is continuously dissolving, and as it reactivates, the encroachment of evil forces will intensify. Zhang Yuanqing must become the Sun Lord within 180 days, stabilizing the Phantom Divine Item or finding a way to extract it before the seal is fully lifted, or else he will become a fallen nocturnal deity, like Ling Tu. "You truly have potential—my judgment has always been sound," the chairman said with ease. "The Phantom Divine Item is constantly reviving. You must become a Day Lord by the end of the year in the Killing Raid instance, or else it will fully infiltrate your character card before the 180-day mark, transforming you into a Conjurer." "Having said that, he raised his hand and snapped his fingers with a crisp sound, vanishing into the room. Zhang Yuanqing removed his blood-stained clothes and pants, smoothly opened the wardrobe, and went to the bathroom to rinse himself. By then it was already deep night, and his aunt and grandparents had all gone to sleep. After washing and grooming, he returned to his room, called both Guan Ya and Fu Qingyang to report his safe arrival, and then fully detailed to Fu Qingyang the integration of the phantom god's heart, the investment from the Beauty Goddess Association, and the merchant guild. "For you, the timing of this item's appearance is perfectly opportune—you can present yourself as a magician abroad, leveraging the polished, cunning nature of magicians to outmaneuver the sovereign and gracefully retreat even when you offend them. Nevertheless..." "Nevertheless, what?" "Nevertheless, the karmic threads tied to you are truly overwhelming." The young lord, never before known for his temper, broke into a full-blown rant. Reviving him once was already a significant feat—the mother goddess's womb could only be used once, according to the rules. If Yuan Shǐ perished again, the immortals would be completely at You’ve already grown tired of me so quickly—so love must have vanished, hasn’t it? Zhang Yuanqing mentally muttered, gracefully responding, “Don’t worry, boss. I’ll stay low-key. I’ll never cause any trouble overseas.” “Hopefully! Maybe you’d better go and create some chaos in the First Region.” Fu Qingyang gave a light exhalation. “When are you leaving? Funds are ready—three million federal credits. Not much, so spend wisely. If you run short, just let me know.” In terms of Chinese yuan, that’s just two modest goals, right? Zhang Yuanqing bowed deeply. “Thank you, boss! I’ll be departing in three days.” After hanging up, Zhang Yuanqing lay in bed, reflecting on the preparations needed before his departure. His grandparents didn’t need any explanation—after all, in the family’s eyes, Yuanzi had become a “white-faced man” living off his wealthy girlfriend, enjoying the comforts of her household, and never thinking of coming back home. He had originally planned to take the whole family abroad, but then reconsidered—since the Jade Emperor had already returned to the spiritual realm, no one would persistently investigate the status of a deceased So the grandparents' family prefers stillness over movement. As for the Five Elements Alliance and the Taiyuan Sect, since the stories of resurrection cannot be disclosed, they actually don't need to say goodbye. "Hmm, I'll have to collect back the items given to the members. I haven't died, so the bequest donation is invalid—reasonable enough. The members can't betray each other, but I still need to borrow the knight's insignia again for an extra layer of security..." She thought it through and acted immediately. Zhang Yuanqing opened the faction interface, selected the "Mozong Mechanized City" quest, and checked all the saints except Shunoya Reo. But Sun Miaomiao didn't want to do this. She didn't wish to erase the wounds left by Yuanshishitan's return to the Spiritual Realm in such a formal way—wasn't that itself a form of betrayal? At that moment, a voice from the Spiritual Realm began to echo in her ears: 【Activating the Clan Base Quest...】 【ID: 039, Mo Sect's Mechanized City.】 【Difficulty Level: S】 【Type: Multiplayer (Death-based)]】 【Main Quest: Completed.】 【Note: Non-Spiritual Realm items cannot be brought in.]】 Sun Miaomiao leapt out of bed, stunned. ... In the office of the Chaoyang District Public Security Bureau, Zhao Chenghuang sat at his desk, handling the aftermath of the military chief's invasion of the capital. Unlike Sun Miaomiao, who was emotionally expressive, he was a man not naturally inclined to express his feelings. He kept his sorrow and regrets buried deep, occasionally drawing them out to savor and remember his departed friends. Most of the time, he remained unswayed by emotion. But as a single spiritual realm notification sounded, this man, who was not particularly good at expressing emotions, stood frozen at his desk: 【Activating the clan faction quest...】 【ID: 039, Mo Sect's Mechanized City.】 ... Songhai, Mechanized Technology Research Company. In a luxurious residential bedroom, Red Chicken, deeply immersed in passionate intimacy with his girlfriend, suddenly freezes mid-kiss, releasing the accumulated emotional weight he's carried for several days. Noticing his pause before completing the act, the woman beneath him lifts her eyes, puzzled, asking, "What's wrong?" Red Chicken leaps up, surging into action, frantically searching the floor, "Wait a minute—where's my underwear? Wait a minute—where's my underwear?" As a mature man wielding power, he naturally could not remain single—only after some time did Tian Xia Gui realize what the opening of the faction quest signified. Then, he found he didn’t have enough time to dress. Without a single hesitation, Tian Xia Gui pushed the woman off the bed, grasped the edge of the quilt, rolled over, and wrapped himself tightly around it.