Zhang Yuanqing held a heavy metal disk in his palm, leading his teammates through the exhibition hall to the bronze gate. He summoned the ghost bride, Bai Lan, and used his ability to manipulate objects to guide the disk into the groove. "Click!" A mechanical sound echoed from within the bronze gate, and the two bronze doors gently parted, revealing a narrow crack just as wide as a fingertip. "The gate is open!" Qingzhu exclaimed with delight, then smiled wistfully. "The Saint's killing quest feels harder than even the S-tier ones. I didn't dare join when Fu Qingyang and the Silver Moon General were active during the first half of the year. In the second half, the Primordial Sovereign returned to the spiritual realm, and several peak Saints were lost to the evil faction. The final war of the New Covenant region at year-end depleted half of the world's peak Saints. I came here with just a hope—hoping for a miracle, like turning a bicycle into a motorbike. If things go badly, I'm already lucky to make it out alive. Honestly, I no longer expect much. Just to survive is enough. With my current strength and abilities, I should have perished on the second floor of Having such a strong teammate as Yuan Shishen truly feels great—especially in a transcendent-stage killing raid, where he might be quite persistent in asking for help and securing a spot. But the list of masters is simply too short, with only three names, and even after merging two regions, it still only reaches six. He simply won’t make it to the rotation. Thus, Qingzhu’s current only wish is to survive and return. What’s she thinking? As long as peak saints don’t all perish, they won’t reach you—experience points below 90% and only a few upper-tier items? Forget it! Zhang Yuanqing said, “We’ve been wasting too much time on the second floor. Let’s go upstairs.” At that moment, a voice from behind spoke through the clay mask: “Young man, wait a moment!” Zhang Yuanqing turned around, surprised, “Hm? Didn’t you always answer only when asked? No one’s spoken to you, so what’s your point in seeking attention?” He doesn’t particularly like this artifact—without it, the second-floor exhibition’s progression wouldn’t have been so convoluted. “I don’t answer only when asked. That was a deliberate deception.” The clay mask responds. That must be the lie! Zhang Yuanqing asks again. Only then does the clay mask offer the correct reply: "I suddenly recall something—something concerning the Three Emperors." Zhang Yuanqing's eyes light up, and he strides over, knowing the mask's nature and proactively asking, "What information have you recalled?" After disregarding the first false answer, Zhang Yuanqing listens intently as the mask speaks in a steady, measured tone: "Among the Three Emperors, only the Huangdi Emperor has solid records. Though by my time, the Huangdi had already passed into the realm of immortality, her legends are well-documented across all tribal groups—far from mere fiction. "As for the Heavenly Emperor and the Earthly Emperor, even the Five Emperors' identities remain uncertain. Yet, there is one ancient tradition passed down through the ages, widely known and believed to be true among the various tribes." Pausing, the clay mask shifts tone, adopting a more solemn and dignified tone: "The Heavenly Emperor opened the heavens, establishing past, present, and future for the world." Di Huang divided the Five Elements, and thus impure qi coalesced into the earth, giving rise to mountains, rivers, and streams, as well as creatures with shells, scales, fur, feathers, and bones. Zhang Yuanqing细细 pondered this sentence and quickly formed a hypothesis. Di Huang divided the Five Elements? When the Five Champions united to subdue the Wind and Thunder deities, it seemed they had merged into one. Hey—wasn't Di Huang simply a manager embodying all five professions? How powerful would such a being have to be? Could he even exist beneath the sun, moon, and stars? Then how terrifying must the Night-Wanderer deities be? Isn't the pinnacle of the Night-Wanderer profession supposed to be the Emperor of Heaven? That doesn't quite make sense. If the Five Elements could merge into a single profession, wouldn't the Five Champions experience internal conflict? Indeed, since the Five Champions have already merged, they must know this secret—so unexpected events like the Wind and Thunder deities should not arise. Time was limited, so he cut off his stream of thoughts and asked, "Is there anything else you'd like to share?" "None at all!" "Ah!" Zhang Yuanqing turned and The terracotta figure shouted from behind, "Wait a moment, young man—this is all a lie!" "I don't know what you're saying, but I'm not listening anymore," Zhang Yuanqing replied, turning away without hesitation. He had already wasted too much time on the second floor and couldn't afford to delay further. A stream of black smoke rises from the clay masks, coalescing above the display case into a translucent, ethereal figure of an elder clad in animal hide. Bowing low, the figure emits a cry audible only to the night-wanderers: "Thank you, Lord of the Highest Shade." ... The Realm of Spirit. Five imperial avatars preside at the cardinal directions, stabilizing the order of the Realm of Spirit and holding the chaotic "Copy Star Systems" in place, preventing their absorption by the Highest Shade. The immense black moon generates a powerful suction force, now unable to influence the Copy Systems any further. Within the black moon, which seems capable of devouring light itself, two vast eyes open, and the voice of Lingtuo echoes: "Blocking the path of the future arrivals? Among all the night-wanderers, only a few have ascended to become Lords of the Sun—only three of them are immortal magi-kings. After the demise of the magi-king, only we father and son remain. Why should I block the path of the future arrivals? Father, you have calculated every aspect of the world, yet you have never grasped my intentions." The glow of the stars ebbed and flowed, yet the Master of Taiyuan remained silent. Instead, the Red Emperor from the southern pavilion roared angrily, "Enough talk! Liutuo, if you insist on holding your ground, then hold on—let me see you through to the end of time. Or, if you'd rather, we settle this right here, now. I'll take my wife, Ganlin, with me!" Liutuo scoffed, "A crude fellow, unworthy of my conversation." He then smiled lightly. "Father, do you know what secret the XIAOYAO organization uncovered when they first entered a certain spiritual realm realm?" The Master of Taiyuan's ethereal, grand voice resonated, "You once told me you had glimpsed the ultimate secret of the spiritual realm." From the Taiyin came Liutuo's voice: "We entered a smaller realm, one without tasks or crises—only a single artifact, which served as one of the core components maintaining the spiritual realm's operation. At the time, I was too young, and only saw a fraction of it, thinking that was all there was. Yet that artifact has shaped my life for half a century. It is the "I've planned and strategized around it for over a decade—now, at last, it's come to this." As he spoke, a towering column of black light surged from an infinitely distant point within the radiant river of stars, five imperial forms turning their heads to gaze at it. This light was the surging power of the Yin Sovereign, flowing forth through a channel forged by the celestial abilities of the void realm, established at the outer layers of a distant, less distinct replica space. At that very moment, a colossal black moon emerged at the far edge of the starry river, instantly engulfing the "replica star." Lingtuo's laughter echoed throughout the spiritual realm: "This for over a decade, I've journeyed through the spiritual realm countless times, yet never found it—without the core fragments of the Compass of Light, I simply couldn't locate it. Without the sun's power, I'd never find it at all. Today, I've stirred the river of stars precisely to make it visible, to ensure the spiritual realm can no longer hide it." The military general, sitting beside him with a white tiger at his feet, spoke with a clear, resolute voice: "What exactly is it?" Lingtuo's laughter grew even more boisterous: "Just open your attribute panels—everything will be clear!" The five chieftains immediately opened their attribute panels. In the next instant, the voice of the Flame Emperor thundered: "Damn it! My morality points are gone!"