The Three Pillars pushed open the iron door and entered the chamber. The lights in the chamber automatically illuminated. The chamber was square in layout, with black square tiles on both the ceiling and the floor, no windows, no furniture or clutter, and at the center stood a cylindrical iron pillar one meter high. Suspended at the top of the pillar was a crystal sphere the size of a basketball, within which a closed eye glowed. Shawn Med waved his hand, creating a current of air, then closed the iron door, and gently rested his palm on the crystal sphere, signaling that Vinny could begin. As agreed among the Three Pillars, Vinny would be responsible for activating the Sky Eye. Once the enemy's position was locked, Shawn Med, as a wind mage, would be the fastest to respond, with aerial superiority, leading the Heavenly Judgment commanders to the battlefield. Meanwhile, Chairman Channing Lu would remain at the Heavenly Judgment division, ensuring both operational continuity and protection for Vinny, who had lost her vision. Vinny stepped forward, placed her palm on the crystal sphere, incorporated the rule-based artifact into her inventory, and then withdrew it, completing the bonding. Then, with a swift stroke across the surface of the crystal sphere, the eye within suddenly opened—this eye had no pupil, merely a deep, profound darkness inside. In that instant, besides the owner, Viny, Channing and Sean felt an unseen gaze upon them, prickling with awareness, restless and uneasy—like every secret had been fully perceived. Viny placed her left hand firmly on the crystal sphere, her gaze fixed on empty space, now scattered and unfocused, while with her right hand she traced through the air, writing on a panel only she could see: "The celestial order is unjust!" This phrase came from Quan Mang, the Commander of the Army, who resented the divine general's spiritual realm ID. After completing the inscription, the eye within the crystal sphere deepened further, and faintly, a vortex began to form—mirroring the emergence of two deep vortices in Viny’s own scattered eyes. For about ten seconds, she spoke urgently: "New Covenant Port, Third Harbor, thirty degrees east-southeast, six nautical miles out—there's a ship!" Sean Mead didn’t hesitate—he rushed straight for the door and headed toward the destination. As the largest official organization of the Free Federation, the Sky's Judgment can deploy satellites and naval fleets to track down the vessels attempting to make the crossing. Meanwhile, in the realm of the Spirit Travelers, wind mages patrol overhead and sea nymphs from the Sea Church patrol the seas—yet neither has found any of the vessels originating from the second district. The opposing side clearly employs special concealment techniques capable of erasing both traces and presence. Given that the support team includes stargazers from the Night Rose Order, it is highly likely that the method in question is the "Night Wanderer" artifact—specifically, one of the highest quality. As soon as Sean Med's silhouette vanished beyond the door, Viny gasped in pain, her eyes closed tightly, tears of deep crimson flowing down her face. She staggered, steadying herself against the iron column before managing to stand upright, then bent low, her tears pouring forth. She had lost her vision through the "Eyes of the Sky," a rule-based loss that cannot be compensated or replaced by any other artifact. "You're all right, aren't you?" Chen Lin hurried over, steadying Winny and saying, "I'll take you back to your office." "No," Winny waved her hand, "please let me rest here for fifteen minutes. I'm having such a headache that I can't—can't think clearly..." Tears still streamed from her eyes, glistening and staining her fair, beautiful face, adding a haunting, indescribable grace. ... New Covenant Port. The lighthouse stood quietly amid the night, its bright light pulsing with a steady rhythm. Usually bustling with cargo ships and cruise liners, the sea was now dark and still. The dock workers had ceased their activities, leaving only a few soft, golden xenon lamps to provide the essential illumination. The containers lay silent, bathed in the dim, golden glow. Zhang Yuanqing stood at the top of the lighthouse, gazing out over the endless black expanse of the sea. In the night, he blended perfectly into the darkness, invisible to anyone watching. To this day, the duration of the nocturnal state is measured in days—he can sustain it for several days and nights, and with the companion spirit moon, the duration extends even further. Other lawful-order saints are stationed at various ports or concealed within factories near the coastal areas, awaiting Sean Med's signal, ready to act at a moment's notice. At 11:15, Zhang Yuanqing, standing at the rooftop with night vision, observed a towering wave rising along the horizon, lifting a double-decker yacht and fleeing toward the shore. Behind the yacht, the massive form, adorned with vibrant scales, emerged and receded intermittently—sometimes breaking the surface, sometimes submerged into the waves, chasing after the yacht. A distorted creature? At the very moment he saw the black-scaled sea beast, Zhang Yuanqing instinctively believed it to be a monster summoned by the evil faction. He immediately realized that this was the port of the New Covenant County, the headquarters of the Sea God Church. The sea nymph was the ruler of the sea; any marine creature, whether naturally occurring or transformed by the Distorters, would be subject to the nymph's control, manipulation, and suppression. The black-scaled sea beast was a creation of the Sea God Church—its true target was the double-decked yacht. In a pursuit-and-escape dance, the yacht hovered above the waves, several times nearly being caught by the sea beasts, yet always miraculously evading close calls and never being destroyed. Either a high-ranking water spirit or a sea nymph must be aboard—mere props could not achieve such masterful command over the water. Indeed, if it were a sea nymph, the black-scaled sea beasts would be subdued and would never dare to pursue aggressively. Therefore, it must be a water spirit. Zhang Yuanqing climbed to a high vantage point, gazing at the thrilling chase unfolding beneath the night sky on the sea's surface, and silently pondered. The port was silent, and the lawful saints stationed nearby had all witnessed the scene, yet none moved—each remained quietly observing the chase, as though waiting for a decisive outcome. At that moment, a fierce gust surged from the port, colliding with the oncoming sea breeze and generating swirling mini-tornadoes. From afar, a slender figure, small as a bean against the vast night sky, streaked toward the dark ocean, his passage stirring waves that rippled in cascading layers. This figure, moving at the speed of a supersonic fighter jet, halted in the sky, lowered his gaze to survey the yachts and sea creatures engaged in the pursuit below, then pushed his arms downward. "Whoosh—whoosh—whoosh…" With the sharp, missile-like sound, a deluge of wind blades rained down upon the yachts, sealing off all escape routes and blanketing an area of fifty meters. A gust of force rated at eight on the wind mage scale—a devastating blow for a mid- to lower-tier spiritual journeyer. As the rain of wind blades poised to engulf the yacht, a cold exhalation echoed from within the cabin. Instantly, those wind blades—once slicing through gold and stone—diverted upward, leftward, or downward, each perfectly avoiding the yacht. Hidden within the cabin was a master-tier drunkard. "Med, come down!" The cold voice resonated once more from the yacht, and suddenly, despite being at a height of a hundred paces, Sean Med plummeted toward the ocean. The master-tier drunkard had inverted the rule, transforming flight into descent. At the same time, the sea surged with waves, launching a ten-meter-high water column that crashed down with tremendous force upon Sean Med. Though the water column rose steadily, its power was immense—seemingly specifically designed to counter his wind shield. As the water column approached and was about to strike Sean Med, he suddenly reversed direction, rising against the current and riding the wind to soar into the night sky. At the crucial moment, Sean reversed his course, deliberately riding the gusts downward, and under the inverted rules of the intoxicated player, he naturally became a flyer. After soaring back into the sky, Sean Med took a deep breath and suddenly thrust his palms upward. "Whoa—!" Towering whirlwinds rose from the sea surface, surging skyward, carrying hundreds of tons of water. Though they appeared bulky and slow, they moved with remarkable speed, crashing against the sleek, boat-shaped yacht. At that instant, the area around the yacht began to warp, as if a mirage had formed. The powerful whirlwinds, laden with vast amounts of water, seemed to strike the illusion, colliding with one another, breaking apart into wild gusts, while the water transformed into a downpour. "Realm of Distortion!" The intoxicated player's profession skill at the mastery stage. This ability distorts reality, turning the real into the unreal and order into chaos—everything that is positive becomes its opposite. Sean Med's attack missed, and the yacht remained afloat. At this moment, the yacht, having entered a state of illusion, successfully weathered the storm and approached the harbor. Suddenly, the sea surface rose as if a colossal creature beneath were stirring the waves, and then a giant emerged from the depths, formed entirely of seawater. Its face was blurred, vaguely that of a rugged man with a beard, holding a trident in hand—much like the mythic sea god Poseidon. The water reached only to his waist. With one hand gripping the trident and the other lifting the yacht, the giant immediately caused the yacht's "illusion" state to grow unstable. Another sovereign had stepped in—likely a sovereign from the Church of the Sea God. The sea was the domain of sea nymphs, and even the "Twisted Realm" of the drunkards now faced suppression. Whether or not the half-god was observing from here, or how many sovereigns were silently watching remained unknown. Zhang Yuanqing watched patiently, waiting for his moment. Poseidon lifted the yacht gently in his palm, ready to crush the evil within it along with the hull itself, when suddenly a silver chime of laughter rang out. A black-draped figure stepped into the air, first appearing far off in the distance, then, as the laughter echoed, materializing instantly at the edge of the harbor. The melodic sound of her laughter spread through the night, captivating both men and women, rulers and saints alike. Enchanting! The giant Poseidon stood motionless in the ocean, momentarily forgetting his intent to crush the yacht. Katharine, Vice President of the Hunter's Guild, the fourth Sovereign, had arrived. The first to break free from the enchantment was Sean Mede; for him, the laughter had to travel through the air, and a Wind Mage found it easy to block. Yet, before the CEO of the Divine Judgment could launch an attack on the yacht, a dense, continuous chorus of wingbeats erupted across the night sky. Zhang Yuanqing, standing at the summit of the tower, turned toward the sound and saw a shimmering band of red light rising from the sea horizon, nearly filling half the sky. As Catherine's pleasant laughter rang out, the red glow swiftly approached, and he then realized it was a dense flock of birds—each with crimson eyes, wings spanning two meters, and bodies covered in steel-black feathers, their claws gleaming with a deep metallic sheen under the moonlight. The number was incalculable, completely blotting out the sky. The fifth Sovereign! A Sovereign-level Master of the most lethal poison must be capable of commanding such a vast army of transformed, monstrous birds. Shawn Med's expression subtly shifted. Though the Wind Mage held aerial dominance, speed, and control over the sky domain, such an immense flock—should it become encircled—would still pose a fatal threat. With no hesitation, he immediately summoned a powerful gust of wind, steering toward the distant sea, while launching a relentless barrage of wind blades aimed directly at the advancing birds. One by one, the monstrous birds were severed from their wings by the blades and plunged into the sea, their foul, bloodied bodies staining the waters crimson "Boom!" At that moment, the heavens suddenly brightened, and a thick column of lightning descended straight from the sky, striking the yacht dead on. Dozens of figures leapt out from within the yacht and landed on the sea. But in the next instant, they were already standing on the harbor dock. The entire mile of distance between them had vanished as if it had never existed. This remained the drinking-philosopher's skill—distorting distance, turning tangible space into nothingness, and directly transporting the saints to shore. Now, with the lawful order's leaders actively intervening, he no longer needed to fish. Leaving these saints aboard the yacht would have placed them squarely in the midst of the battlefield's core, making them even more vulnerable. The yacht was struck by the lightning and engulfed in brilliant electric light. "Prepare for the hunt!" Zhang Yuanqing heard the steady voice of Knight Xia Zhao through his headset.