"Wow! Wow! Wow!" A thunderous roar, a tidal wave, a mountain collapsing—Alicia was completely stunned. After a few seconds, she stared at Qingzhu with the look of someone who thought, "Are you truly under a spell?" It wasn't that she was affected by a spell—she simply couldn't comprehend why Qingzhu would mention that name. Yuan Shǐ Tian Zun… a figure who had already returned to the Spiritual Realm. As a peak Saint of Tianfa, a commander of the reserve forces, and a senior official, Alicia knew far more than ordinary travelers. The official records of Tianfa clearly stated: "Yuan Shǐ Tian Zun used his completed commercial exchange tickets to defeat Cai Qinhe, eliminating both his physical form and spiritual essence!" His body and spirit were instantly reduced to ashes—there was absolutely no chance of survival. Qingzhu murmured, "It was him. It was him… the greedy general, the one who cut down a hundred enemies, and the rogue commander…" Alicia shook her head slowly, still in disbelief. "Before Yuan Shǐ Tian Zun passed away, he had entrusted all his tools to his close associates. Quming had previously used several of those "Qingzhu suddenly turned her head," Qu Meng? Yes, Qu Meng! Qu Meng is him—always been him. The Five-Element Alliance suddenly emerges with a peak-level beast king, slaughtering several peak-level sages in Xin Yue Command, gaining immense acclaim... It makes perfect sense. It makes perfect sense. Aside from the Primordial Heavenly Sovereign, who else could achieve this?" Qingzhu grew more and more excited, her body trembling slightly and her lips quivering with emotion. The Primordial Heavenly Sovereign, the Moral Heavenly Sovereign—similar spiritual ID, both associated with the Night-Wandering Deity. If the Taiguan Sect had such powerful figures, they would have already achieved renown long ago. How could they remain obscure for decades? Not only do they possess the Primordial Sovereign's artifacts, but even their corpse is identical to his... Alysia stood in quiet astonishment, still full of questions, unable to accept or believe, yet her reason told her this was indeed the truth. At this point, Zhang Yuanqing had already cleared the battlefield, retrieved the Yin Shi Ling Pu from the small Red Hat space, and collected the bodies of the evil-class characters as well. Two deformed beings could be transformed into Yin Shi, and the spectral body of the illusionist could be refined into a Ling Pu. Next, he began gathering items and artifacts. While he didn't personally need them, he would store them in the faction warehouse to make available to the faction members. Bending down, Zhang Yuanqing picked up the gourd hanging from the waist of the "Hundred-Armed Maggot" and examined it closely. He noticed that the couple inside still struggled desperately. He then raised the Han Ba Fang Bronze Sword and struck with all his might. A sharp "crack" echoed as the gourd cracked, and the internal spiritual energy surged outward, creating an explosion comparable to a high-explosive hand grenade. In the violent gust of wind and shockwave, two figures tumbled out—one a strikingly beautiful, otherworldly bee maiden, her forehead tendrils drooping, her body stained with blood, and her sensuous abdomen heavily corroded. Her delicate, cicada-like wings had been completely melted. Another young man, serious and composed, wore a tattered suit, his firm, marble-like muscles exposed, eyes weary and breath weak—precisely Xiao Yuan and Huang Taidi. "It's truly you two," Zhang Yuanqing sighed with relief, the weight on his heart finally lifted. Xiao Yuan and Huang Taidi carefully observed their surroundings, not seeing the enemies they had anticipated, yet immediately understood the situation upon noticing the bloodstains and battle marks scattered across the ground. Huang Taidi quietly protected Xiao Yuan with steady resolve, speaking calmly, "Thank you for your timely rescue." Xiao Yuan, meanwhile, coldly surveyed the three lawful-class professionals, recognizing from their lawful demeanor that as a Wugui master, she would inevitably attempt to kill them and claim their points. Neither of them recognized him—his illusionary transformation was beyond the perception of ordinary eyes, even those of the closest companions. If the battlefield hadn't been cleared, and if the greedy general and Yin Yao were still present, then the outcome would remain uncertain. Zhang Yuanqing gazed at them gently, smiling, "Father, it's me!" A familiar voice, a familiar name—Huang Taiqi's body went stiff, and he stood frozen in place, expression dazed. The small, clear pupils of Xiao Yuanqing trembled. The cold composure that had settled over her like spring snow melting, like an ice river thawing, dissolved as she gazed steadily at Zhang Yuanqing. Glistening droplets formed in the depths of her dark, gem-like eyes. After a few seconds, she calmed her fluttering heart and nodded. Over the past two months, they had video-called frequently. This reunion was less about rekindling love and more about deep-seated longing and joy. Compared to Xiao Yuanqing's composed demeanor, Huang Taiqi felt as though he were living in a dream—no, as though he had been bewitched, transported into a dream. Otherwise, how could he hear Yuan Shi's voice, a man who had clearly returned to the spiritual realm? If it were a spell, it made sense—Yuan Shi's death had nearly become his heart's burden. From a friend's perspective, Yuan Shi's passing carried a personal weight, for his grandfather had killed Yuan Shi's life-saving benefactor and then repaid the debt with hostility. Huang Taiqi could From the perspective of an official member, it is unjust that he watches a distinguished official steward die under false charges. Even two months later, he still cannot let go—thus, he fights to the death to protect Xiao Yuan. I particularly enjoy seeing familiar faces express this kind of emotion. Zhang Yuanqing explained, "It's me. I've been revived. You weren't under a spell, and you're not dreaming." As the Master of Dreams, he sensed deep skepticism from Huang Taiji, beneath which lay excitement and enthusiasm, as well as a touch of sorrow. He briefly recounted his own revival—how, with the help of the Palace Master of the Stopping of Death, the Heavenly Eye King, and Fu Qingyang, he had been revived shortly after his death, rising from the womb of the Mother Goddess. He omitted the details, knowing Huang Taiji could easily understand. Huang Taiji looked at him, his tone solemn, "Juming is also you?" "Indeed, my father-in-law has a keen eye!" Zhang Yuanqing smiled. Huang Taiji remained silent for several seconds, then stepped forward, pressing firmly on Zhang Yuanqing's shoulder with a deep, steady gaze. "Good. Very good..." His expression remained serious, yet Zhang Yuanqing could feel the strength of the hand pressing down—firm, yet trembling slightly. "Father, how could Xiao Yuan and you have ended up trapped inside the gourd?" Zhang Yuanqing asked. Zhang Yuanqing was deeply moved and about to speak when Qingzhu and Alicia eagerly approached. "Master Yuanshǐ! You're truly alive! You're truly alive!!" Qingzhu excitedly waved her arms and legs. Alicia no longer doubted—she had heard every word Master Yuanshǐ had said earlier. The Dao De Celestial Sovereign is Master Yuanshǐ. Juming is also Master Yuanshǐ. A prodigy who had passed away several months ago has returned to life, ascended to the rank of Sovereign—what a wave this news would create when it reached the outside world. "What changed in your spiritual realm ID?" Huang Taiji asked. "Let me explain after we finish the killing mission," Zhang Yuanqing said, glancing around at his teammates. "First, let's secure the second floor. Xiao Yuan, your father—keep gathering artifacts diligently, or else your points won't be sufficient." Once they reached the third floor, he would assist the two in hunting down evil professions and securing points. "I observed during the stargazing session," Zhang Yuanqing added, "that Qingzhu will fall to black water, and the second-floor exhibition hall will be Qingzhu was taken aback, and the three young people also calmed down, settling into their focus. Alicia turned toward the bronze gate in the distance, "Let's go check it out first." The group immediately crossed the exhibition hall and stopped in front of the bronze gate. After touching it, they found no item information. Zhang Yuanqing, drawing on his experience, said, "The main quest should be to find the key to open the bronze gate—let's search within the display cases." Alicia shook her head, "I've already gone through the items in the cases earlier. None of these artifacts have any documentation, nor do any of them match the grooves on the bronze gate." Zhang Yuanqing quickly returned and walked toward one of the display cases. Upon closer inspection, he noticed a pair of wings displayed there—indeed, no documentation mentioned them. "Without documentation, let's test it ourselves!" Zhang Yuanqing turned to Huang Taidi, "Father, you come!" Huang Taidi nodded and approached the case. With a powerful punch, he struck the wings. "Whoosh!" His fist was instantly rebounded by a strong seal, sending him Huang Taiji furrowed his brow, clenched his fists again, and struck the display cases repeatedly, but each time was pushed back by a stronger force—the cases protected by a powerful barrier. Seeing this, the five of them scattered, each seeking a display case, none of whom could break through. This... Zhang Yuanqing's brows tightened. There were no indications from the second-floor exhibition hall, and the cases remained closed. Even he felt completely at a loss. At that moment, a display case in the western corner emitted a hoarse voice: "Stop knocking, stop knocking—please don't disturb the elderly's rest."