Layers of purple clouds piled upon one another, like smog, obscuring the golden light. Although under the influence of purification forces, the purple clouds were gradually dissolving, the golden sunlight still failed to reach the bottom of the thunder pool. Waves of roaring sounds—half-human, half-divine—penetrated through the thunderous rumble and reached the ears of the Sun-Justice Official. The Sun-Justice Official furrowed his brows, summoning one after another clear, pure golden pillars, resembling sturdy stone columns, and driving them straight into the bottom of the thunder pool. The roaring from the pool's depths grew more intense and carried a hint of urgency, yet the sense of inhumanity in the voice softened. The Sun-Justice Official exhaled in relief, reinforcing the thick, pillar-like beams of golden light. Maintaining this spell was extremely taxing on his spiritual energy, but facing a pollution of at least half-divine rank, he could not afford to conserve his strength. Moments later, a deep, resonant voice from the pool's depths declared, "Remove the power of the Sun God now; my condition has improved greatly." The Sun-Justice Official frowned, sensing a suppressed pain and frailty in the thunder god's tone. Thor's voice resonated powerfully: "This is a biological alchemy contamination from the divine beings of the Bio-Alchemy Society—beyond the level of demigod, yet not strong enough to penetrate my thunder pool. Within five hours, I shall be able to cleanse it... but your divine light from the Sun God has proven particularly painful and distressing." ...The Red-Sun Prosecutor paused, silently withdrawing the golden light column. As the chief prosecutor of Heaven's Judgment, a demigod of level 11, and equipped with the thunder pool—a demigod-tier artifact—she indeed held no fear of contamination. Gazing down at the pool, now swirling with dark clouds and flashing purple lightning, she spoke firmly: "Lord Thor, Qianing Lu is a pawn sent by the Evil Faction to trigger the contamination— their true target is you. However, this level of contamination does not pose a genuine threat to you. The Evil Faction must have further plans in store. I know Lumo well. Once he has turned his focus upon you, he will not stop there." A moment of silence passed, and a thunderous sound rose from the depths of the lightning pool: "The forces of evil likely intend to hold me back by spreading pollution, giving them time to plan their moves in the real world. I'll send you out now. Tell Milton Mac about this—he will alert the various lawful organizations. "Hah! If they think pollution will weaken me, they're underestimating me quite badly," said the Red Sun Judge, nodding. "Once I've informed Milton, I'd like to enter the Spirit Realm again to help you purify the pollution. If the evil forces are indeed preparing something significant, time is everything." The Thunder God didn't hesitate: "Agreed." The Red Sun Judge felt a slight relief. Though the Thunder Mage was fiery and impatient, he clearly had depth of thought. A Fire Mage, by contrast, would probably reply: "I won't listen! I won't listen! I can burn away the pollution myself—any help you offer is just a sign of disrespect." At that moment, a deep rift suddenly tore open in the sky above the lightning pool, and a rushing wind blew out from the spatial passage. A tall figure emerged from the spatial corridor. A woman of exceptional beauty, with long, white-gold hair flowing to her back and luminous lake-blue eyes, wore a sleek black nanotech combat suit. Her body was gracefully curved, like a swift, agile fish—unlike the more statuesque women with broad chests and full hips, who seemed determined to mold their bodies into exaggerated versions of the "big S" type. At the very moment she appeared, the surrounding air seemed to come alive, flowing and dancing around her like delicate spirits. In her hands, she held a slender blue staff, its tip set with a crystal orb that contained a miniature sky, with drifting clouds gently moving within. This was Borias, the Chief Executive Officer of the Sky Judgment. "At that time, I was precisely establishing my own power within the Free Federation and closely monitoring the collapse of Mount March, so I managed to locate him before either the Divine Judgment or the Evil faction. After a pleasant conversation, I learned from him the secret mentioned by the Marshall family." Fu Qingxuan immediately swallowed the chocolate beans in her mouth and leaned forward. "What secret?" The Chairman spoke solemnly: "A master of the Marshall family uncovered a hidden quest within a certain S-tier spiritual realm, which led him into an ancient sanctuary. The murals within the sanctuary depicted a historical account: "In a distant, unknown ancient era, there once lived a powerful deity who held dominion over the sky and lightning. He could perceive all things in the world; his wrath manifested as lightning, capable of striking any corner of the world. His rule was unshakable, and all the gods bowed before his might." "In addition to the murals, the dominant figure of the Marshall family discovered the array left behind by the deity—specifically, an array capable of rekindling the deity's power." Fu Qingxuan's eyes widened, and she stood frozen, immediately thinking of the Huang Wang—the administrator who held both the roles of musician and scholar. According to the chairman, the deity from the ancient era should have also been a dual-role administrator: a Wind Mage and a Thunder Mage! The chairman glanced at the stunned Fu Qingxuan and continued, "The Marshall family is a powerful lineage within the spiritual realm, having produced a Vice President and two Secretaries of State. Ambitious and eager, they wish to convene a meeting and publicly announce this secret. Imagine what would happen if the secret were revealed—certainly, the two chief figures would part ways, leading to the collapse of the Heavenly Judgment. The Marshall family aims to seize control and establish a new official organization. Alas, they have greatly overestimated themselves and underestimated the spiritual realm, ultimately bringing about their very extinction. This is the true story behind the collapse of the Maqi Mountain peak." "The collapse of Mount March occurred in 2007. Five years later, while Thor was on a secret mission, he was ambushed by the evil faction and narrowly escaped death. Edison fought desperately to save him, only to fall under an inescapable 'gaze.' General, as a scout, can you grasp my meaning?" Fu Qingxuan's scattered pupils contracted, his gaze sharpening gradually. "The Free Alliance's spies are embedded across all major organizations. There must be spies within the Marshall family as well. Through these spies, they learned of the secret—the ability of Wind and Thunder professionals to merge—thereby orchestrating the collapse of Mount March, ensuring that secret would remain buried forever. Then, the Free Alliance revealed this secret to Borias, the CEO of Heaven's Judgment, which led to the assassination attempt on Thor ten years ago. You're absolutely right—Borias may not be a fallen one. The Free Alliance doesn't need to tarnish her. As long as they reveal the secret, she will inevitably find a way to kill Thor. The temptation is simply too great." The Free Covenant chose Borias over the stronger Thor, perhaps because Thor, though just and resolute, can still uphold his integrity when faced with temptation. In contrast, revealing this information to the CEO would be more secure. Pausing, she analyzed, "A decade ago, Borias dared to ally with the Free Covenant to assassinate Thor—was it merely due to knowing a secret? Perhaps she holds an ancient array left behind by the primordial gods, one that the Free Covenant bestowed upon her." Suddenly frowning, she added, "If Borias is not a fallen one, then why would the Free Covenant have chosen to support her? Should she seize Thor’s divine essence and become a dual-occupation half-god, that would be a catastrophic development for the forces of evil." "I don’t know—so I’ve been observing," said the Chairman. Observing… The Marshal raised an eyebrow, "You haven’t shared this with Thor, have you?" "Lord President shook his head: 'You must understand, given Thor's nature, informing him of this matter could very well cause the collapse of the Celestial Judgment, which would be detrimental to the overall situation. Moreover, what evidence do we have that the assassination ten years ago was carried out by Borias? Without solid proof, we cannot topple a half-god. A skilled hunter knows the value of patience and seeks the perfect moment for a decisive strike. That's why, over the years, I've consistently held the card of Abbe Marshall.' Marshal's eyes brightened: 'Where is Abbe Marshall now?' Lord President sighed, nearly wiping away tears: 'He's been eliminated! Over the years, I've sealed his spiritual energy, regularly hypnotizing him to make him fully believe he's a normal person—tracking his cycles just as one would track a woman's menstrual cycle. Every time he entered the realm, I'd pull him out, only for him to be defeated again and again. In the end, all efforts came to nothing. My carefully orchestrated espionage missions have already been detected.' My carefully orchestrated heist nearly fell apart... I'm completely overwhelmed, overwhelmed! Right now, all I want is to nurture a single Sun Sovereign so that the Day Wandering Specialists end up bickering among themselves. "Hey, General, would you like to join me?" Fu Qingxuan coldly declined: "The Five Elements Alliance cultivates Stellar Sovereigns." "Yet your Stellar Sovereigns seem to have vanished into the background—doing absolutely nothing," the Chairman complained. "If you can't grasp the strategy of that one, then he doesn't deserve the title of 'Stellar Sovereign.' " The General sniffed. "Precisely because no one sees them, no one understands them—only then can they deliver a decisive blow to the evil faction at the most critical moment." ... The Sun-Justice Officer gazed at the woman with platinum hair, bowing slightly. "Executive Officer." Borias didn't look at him. Immediately after stepping through the spatial portal, he turned his gaze toward the Thunder Pool, his eyes seeming to pierce through the layered purple clouds and plasma, reaching down to the half-god beneath. "Borias, what have you come for?" A roar rises from beneath the thunder pool. The Sky King named "Boreas" gazes down from above, calmly stating, "Zeus, how many decades have we been striving to attain the rank of demigod?" "Half a century." "Indeed, half a century." Boreas's voice blends seamlessly into the air, omnipresent yet distant and detached: "For half a century, I have yet to find the final essence of power—nor have you. The demigod's cycle is too long, stretching on until it becomes utterly despairing." Silence lingers beneath the thunder pool for several seconds, then a resonant roar echoes: "Did you come here merely to express a woman's fragile emotions?" Boreas shakes his head. "I wish to tell you that ten years ago, I finally discovered the method to achieve our elevation." The purple clouds surge violently, and a vibrant, excited voice erupts from the depths of the thunder pool: "You've found the final essence of power? Excellent! Your fortune surpasses mine. I am truly delighted to hear it, Boreas." Boreas' composed, reserved countenance flickered with complexity, and he sighed, "Odin, ten years ago when my assassination attempt on you failed, I've been waiting for this moment—the moment you would grow weak, the moment your Thunder Pool would be tainted." "What are you saying!" roared the thunder beneath the pool, "Boreas, what are you talking about?" Boreas said nothing. Instead, he raised his wind deity's staff, summoning a protective shield that enveloped the Thunder Pool. Then, she opened her inventory, and with one hand extracted a stone disc, twenty meters in diameter. Half of the disc was inscribed with flowing, wind-like runes, the other half with lightning-like incantations—clearly distinct, each occupying its own half. Boom! The thunder was deafening, and a brilliant flash of lightning surged upward from the base, rising like a rocket. Odin was emerging! Odin was emerging, blazing with thunderous fury! Boreas remained expressionless, calm and unhurried, lifting her hand and pressing her palm downward. The purple clouds drifting over the Lei Pool suddenly sank, being forcibly pressed into the pool's depths, including the streak of lightning that had been about to surge out. Boreas grasped his staff, extended his arms, and recited a profound and majestic incantation. As the incantation echoed, a mysterious force descended upon the stone disc, causing the two sets of runes on its surface to illuminate one by one and rotate in reverse. The wind runes spiraled counterclockwise upward, while the thunder runes spiraled counterclockwise downward, the two sets of symbols colliding and rapidly merging. Boom! The disc trembled, as if a machine long dormant had begun to awaken and come alive. Two vortexes formed— one drawing downward from the power of the Lei Pool, the other rising to absorb the strength of Boreas and his wind god staff. These forces generated airflow for the wind runes and caused the thunder runes to emit a bright blue glow. Thor's rage erupted as he attempted to summon back the spiritual energy and essence drawn away, but the vortices only momentarily stalled before returning to their normal state. In contrast, Borias offered no resistance to the stone platform's claim, even willingly flowing into the primordial spiritual energy, and calmly stated, "Lord Thunder, do not resist. Wind and thunder are forces of the same origin; they naturally attract one another—this is something no one can prevent." The stone platform lacked offensive power and was no particularly powerful artifact; it simply acted like a fuse, triggering the latent properties of the wind and thunder energies and causing an irreversible fusion effect.