The sea rolled out in endless, deep blue waves, stretching without bound. There were no ships, no islands in sight, only flocks of birds gliding across the surface, snatching small fish and soaring skyward. Fu Qingxuan moved with a blade of light, passing through the sky at a speed barely perceptible to the human eye, constantly glancing around with growing anxiety. After a while, she pressed her fingers against her ear, furrowed her brow, and asked, "Have we arrived yet?" Through the satellite phone headset, a weary voice replied, "General, you asked just two minutes ago—continue heading southeast, and you'll reach your destination in five more minutes." Fu Qingxuan replied coldly, "Which direction is southeast?" Her anxiety stemmed from the fact that she had completely lost her sense of direction. Overseas, especially at sea, without navigation, she felt profoundly insecure—being someone with a mild sense of disorientation. "Don't worry, we have your location tracked. If you deviate, we'll notify you promptly... You've already drifted. Please shift slightly to the left. If you've gone too far, adjust to the right..." Thus, despite knowing of the island housing numerous mutated creatures, the high-ranking members of the Lawful order were utterly helpless and could not locate it. Yet for those with the ability to seek out treasures and skilled in teleportation—such as the Void-based professions—it required only a modest effort. After several adjustments to their flight course, Fu Qingxuan heard her scholar subordinate's voice through the headset: "The target is just three nautical miles ahead of you." She looked down, and the sea surface curved gently, undulating with waves—beyond the deep blue expanse, nothing else stood out. Her pupils flashed with a brilliant white light, like two luminous pearls. On the rippling sea, a lush island emerged, covered in dense forests, dotted with mountains, rivers, and valleys. Relief washed over her, a sense of having finally found her coordinates and no longer being lost. She immediately launched toward the valley, raising her fingers like a sword, pointing skyward, and then swiftly descended. A blade's aura surged like a laser, sweeping across the sea and sky, shattering the incantation that had enveloped the island in an instant. A straight, incising streak ran from east to west, slicing through the entire island as if a cake had been cut cleanly in half. "Ahoo—!" "Li—!" "Uuuu—!" Bird calls and beast roars echoed through the forests and valleys, rousing the island's great creatures. At that very moment, the plants within the island seemed to come alive, releasing a deep purple toxic mist that rose in layers, surging and colliding, blanketing the island in a dense veil. Fu Qingxuan opened her inventory, withdrew a bottle of golden life essence and a bottle of jade-green juice, gulped them down in one go, then surged forward, riding the blade's light into the heart of the mist. The Realm of Distortion is a rule-based artifact. Once the two worlds merge, the realm will become entirely twisted and chaotic, and all beings within will perish—even half-gods will have their essences extinguished and their bodies torn apart. The Universal Tree of Treasures stands between the two worlds, bearing immense pressure, its branches bearing artifacts of varying quality, from low to high, each one shattering in turn. "Such beautiful, yet useless trash!" an elderly voice comes from within the wine estate, speaking calmly: "Last time, it wasn't for the commander of the White Tiger army that you would have already perished. Orderly professions are inherently weaker than free agents, and my level surpasses yours—by actively challenging me, what's the difference from seeking death?" Though evil professions lack a half-god stage, they possess a number of warriors with half-god-level power comparable to those of the orderly faction. The leaders of the Dionysian Club, the Biologic Alchemy Guild, and the Eternal Night Church all surpass the power of ordinary half-gods. The half-divine stage also has distinct levels. Today's lawful half-divines are mostly in the early phase, while the three leaders of the first major region are in the mid-phase, with Robo being the only one who has reached the late phase and stands as the strongest. "Do you think I'm like someone seeking death?" said the president, standing beneath the Great Tree of Treasures, once again reaching out from the void to pluck a high-backed wine glass. He drained the red wine in one go and declared, "Come forth, my summoned creature—the demoness!" Waves of pure, radiant light rippled around him, and at the core of the light, a figure slowly emerged. This was a woman whose face was veiled in holy radiance, her white-gold hair flowing like silk, each strand bathed in the light. She wore an elegant black gown, its hem gently brushing the ground. Her posture was a scene of unparalleled beauty. She could not be described simply as "beautiful," "graceful," or "alluring"—she embodied desire itself. To behold her was to find nothing else in the world capable of capturing your attention. Money, status, advancement, power, tools... all had become mere clouds. Every desire of yours found its reflection and fulfillment in her. The Chairman exhaled sharply, leaning against the trunk of the Ten-Thousand-宝 Tree and pressing his temple. A surge of inner longings rose within him—not merely physical desire, but also spiritual ones: desire for wealth, power, battle, fame, recognition, and more. The flow of the Twisted Realm once again stilled. The Chairman chuckled softly, his voice low. "Indeed, chaotic vocations outshine orderly ones. Yet indulging in desires is your greatest weakness. I can still hold on—what about you?" Silence fell throughout the winery. The owner could no longer speak. With great difficulty, the Chairman raised his hand and snapped his fingers. A bronze bell on a mid-level branch of the Ten-Thousand-宝 Tree resonated, sending out waves of sound—both intangible and tangible—that tore the main building of the winery into fragments. Amidst the ruins, an elderly man with white hair and tall stature sat in a high-backed chair, blood streaking his body. He dared not look at the god of desire of the Goddess Association, instead fixing his pale green eyes on the chairman and said, "The drama in the New Covenant Province has only just begun—far from reaching the stage of half-gods clashing. Let me guess why you've come today to seek your death..." He suddenly smiled. "I think your real target is the 068th Spiritual Realm! You want to hold me up." The chairman's body instantly stiffened. The woman in the radiance of holy light murmured, "Hm..." ... The 068th Spiritual Realm—the ancient arena. The saints seated in the stands began to stir, driven by their instinct for survival, rising up in haste, rushing to leave, climbing the steps to leap out of the arena and escape the scene. The sovereign of the Order of Balance had entered the realm. Regardless of the final outcome, these saints were certain to perish. No matter how solid the defenses or how resilient the vitality, they cannot withstand a single breeze from the battle between the Sovereigns. Calm, calm—there are eleven Sovereigns. Too many. The clash will surely claim my life. But Qu Meng must die, no—Qu Meng has the qualities of a Sovereign. His heart races like a cocktail, his face pale, adrenaline surging—deeply anxious and on high alert. He now harbors a psychological fear of Qu Meng. Compared to the anxiety of the Saints, the eleven Sovereigns in the elevated positions remain remarkably composed, rising slowly, their gaze cold and fixed upon the eight figures below. After landing, Zhang Yuanqing instinctively scanned the surroundings, his mind instantly seizing with a jolt. The eleven figures above, serene in their presence, conveyed an extreme sense of danger. Although not VS10086, isn't there too many rulers from the Chaotic faction? The gathering has only just begun, and I asked Catherine about this—typically, there are no more than five rulers present, even during major events, and never exceeding ten. Yet here, there are eleven, twice as many as the Lawful rulers. Though each of our teammates is exceptionally skilled and could potentially become a ruler, all are talented individuals with strong capabilities. Perhaps just one additional ruler has shifted the course of the battle. As this thought formed, he heard Ruth suddenly scream from the small fish tank, clearly startled. Winnie and Chriss were gazing toward the northeast, their expressions now deeply serious—no, even more so, strained. What could be happening? Zhang Yuanqing felt a chill run down his spine. Then, he heard the steady voice of Edison: "Cowboy Locke!" Cowboy Locke?! Zhang Yuanqing was struck with shock and, in that moment, turned toward the elevated position in the northeast, where a tall elder stood. He was one of the few without a mask. His face was rugged, his eye sockets deep, a silver beard framing his mouth, a printed square scarf wrapped around his neck, and a wide-brimmed, high-crowned felt hat resting on his head—its crown slightly indented, with silver hair visible at the edges. He wore jeans, with a gun holster strapped to his thigh and a large silver revolver inserted. A master at the peak of his powers had arrived at the gathering! Zhang Yuanqing had first heard of this master during the initial incident when the owner of the Wine God Club traveled overseas to challenge the club’s president. At that time, the gap between them was so vast that Fu Qingyang merely mentioned the name casually, and Zhang had only listened without much attention. The detailed information about this master had been gathered only after arriving in the New Covenant County, from the archives of Tianfa. Cowboy Locke was one of the three peak masters of the Wine God Club, and his signature item was a large silver revolver. It was said that anyone he aimed at would inevitably fall to his gun. His bullets were never miss—each one fired struck its mark, often claiming lives even against other masters of the same rank. At this moment, the ten masters seated at the highest tier of the audience removed their masks. "The head of the Hunter's Guild is known publicly by this name. Neither the official organizations nor the evil factions have given it much weight. In the Spirit Realm, travelers identify primarily by their IDs—these aren't actual names, and fabricating false ones is second nature. Who among us doesn't have several aliases? Only Zhang Yuanqing knows that Stephen Simpson is his true name. 'So the one designated as the Seer is actually the head of the Hunter's Guild,' Vinny realized. Upon hearing her name spoken aloud, Major Simpson, who had previously held a lofty demeanor, glanced at Zhang Yuanqing with a cold expression before turning away and focusing his attention on Vinny and the others. 'Apophis, the Flame of Vengeance, the Radiant Angel, the Thorn of Judgment, the Dragon of Hell, the Burger and Fries, the Federal Detective...' Vinny recited each name with serious gravity. Apophis was enveloped in darkness, only his indistinct human silhouette visible, the dense darkness around him seeming tangible, consuming the light nearby." He is the Grand Archbishop of the Eternal Night Church, a Tier-8 Dominant. The flame of vengeance burns with fierce infernal fire, exuding a strong scent of sulfur; though human in form, his face bears the visage of a mythic demon—amber-colored vertical pupils, a flat nose. Among the spiritual realm IDs recited by Winny, there are Dominants from both the Chaotic and Lawful factions, including the Federation Detective, whom she has a particularly good rapport with, having once worked together at headquarters. "Done! Done! Done!" Ruth in the aquarium swiftly swam in circles, darting along the walls, shrieking, "Two peak Dominants, nine Tier-8 Dominants—run! Run now!!" Winny, Chriss, the Master of Zhishake, and the others exchanged glances, each reading helplessness in the others' eyes. They had come to eliminate the Chaotic faction's Dominants, only to encounter stiff resistance and become the very targets now—fortunate, however, that the Grand Master had pre-arranged for Panxi Edison to handle this situation. With this master of the Void profession at the pinnacle, they could come and go as they pleased anywhere. Fu Qingyang suddenly said, "We're trapped—we've been ambushed!" The lawful masters were startled. Kris broke her usual silence and spoke, "What did you just say?" Her voice was cold and clear, yet beautifully pleasant. Fu Qingyang scanned the elevated seating area, where the straight-line distance between both sides exceeded a hundred meters, yet every person's expression was clearly visible to him. "Their expressions tell me we've been ambushed," Fu Qingyang repeated. At that moment, the one who had been awakened, Stephen Simpson, calmly remarked, "Katherine—well done!" ...Zhang Yuanqing's face went stiff as he turned to look at his side. Dona, dressed in a Bohemian gown, suddenly clutched her head and cried out sharply, "Stay put! Go back! Go back!" Her face was filled with pain, as though struggling against something. Her long hair shortened rapidly, its color shifting from golden-brown to gray-white. Her height decreased by a few centimeters, and her figure underwent noticeable changes. A few seconds later, the pain on her face vanished, and her appearance underwent a complete transformation. She... had become Catherine.