In the attribute panel, the "Moral Value" had vanished—as if it had never existed at all. This change caused profound tremors among the five Imperial Buddha Forms, nearly collapsing their spiritual foundations. Since the emergence of the Spiritual Realm, countless spiritual practitioners have come and gone, and the human order has remained stable, the human government has maintained its rule—not because the Orderly faction has been particularly strong. Indeed, while the official organizations have effectively curbed the criminal activities of spiritual practitioners through organized campaigns against evil professions, what truly restrains evil professions is not the official bodies themselves, but Moral Value! Moral Value has always been the sword hanging over every spiritual practitioner's head—the very foundation of stability in the order. Without Moral Value, evil practitioners now act with complete impunity—killing, setting fires, looting, and plundering without hesitation, while Orderly practitioners oppress the common people, seizing their resources and wealth with even greater brazenness. Now that this sword has disappeared, the entire world will descend into chaos. Lingtuo's smile grew more triumphant: "That artifact is called the 'Merit Scroll,' one of the core items of the Spiritual Realm, a unique cause-and-effect artifact that records each spiritual traveler's deeds of virtue and vice, manifesting them as 'merit points.' For a century, the Free Faction has been constrained by the merit system, enduring patiently. The Sovereigns and the Half-Gods have hesitated to initiate wars; though the Free Alliance overthrew the Church, it could only hand over its victories, powerless to prevent you from seizing control of the realm—this very situation has always been attributed to the existence of the merit system. "Do you understand why the Night-Wanderer occupation is so crucial? Because the Merit Scroll is the artifact of the Night-Wanderer, governed by the Sun. Without the Sun's presence, I have shielded the Merit Scroll with the Moon's power, erasing the spiritual travelers' merit points, leaving no one to counterbalance me. "When I first introduced the Compass of Light, I deliberately accelerated the development of the Night-Wanderer class, nurtured my own strength through the power of the Moon—every strategic move was designed for this very moment. "Great uphe “……Ring… ring… ring…” In the study at Fu Family Village, the landline’s sharp ringing interrupted Fu Qingyang’s work. He set down the file he was reading, picked up the receiver, and heard the urgent voice of the senior steward, “Gao Shan Li Shui”: “Fu Elder, something’s gone wrong! The Global Financial Tower, Taian Shopping Mall, Songhe Building, and the police stations across the districts have all been attacked by these evil professionals. These people are completely out of their minds—they’re killing anyone they see, spreading toxins over large areas, releasing parasitic insects, and launching psychological assaults in crowded places. They’re all gone mad—everyone is gone mad…” By the end, his voice was trembling. Fu Qingyang paused, slightly stunned—though his mind was sharp, the sudden news had taken him by surprise. Still, he remained composed: “How many of these assailants are there? Are there any signs of manipulation? Have there been any preliminary casualty reports among the general public?” "There were so many assailants, moving in groups, attacking with violence. It's still unclear whether they're being orchestrated. As for the casualties among the ordinary citizens..." Guanshan Liushui said, gritting her teeth, "It's a massacre—widespread deaths and injuries." A massacre implied an overwhelming number of victims, too many to estimate. After hearing this, Fu Qingyang immediately began to doubt whether Guanshan Liushui herself might be under manipulation—perhaps even convinced that this seemingly illogical tale was fabricated by her to challenge him. He found it hard to believe that the very antagonists would dare to stage such a massacre. How could they afford to expend so much moral capital? In the eyes of the antagonists, ordinary mortals were mere pigs or dogs, and no one would willingly sacrifice their moral standing to the point of zero to slaughter them. Moreover, he hadn't received any official summons or pursuit notice from the Spiritual Realm. As he thought about this, Fu Qingyang opened his attribute interface—and suddenly, he froze. His moral capital... had vanished. Qian Gong, who remained calm despite the mountain collapsing before him, stood motionless,茫然ly seated, until a gentle "ding" sound echoed from his email inbox. The headquarters of the Five Elements Alliance sent a message: #Emergency system failure: moral value lost; all personnel now in Level One combat readiness# ... 【Ding! You have entered the third floor of the Museum. Reward: 30 points.】 【Ding! Main mission: Please proceed promptly to the Hall of the Gods, initiate the divine battle, defeat the enemy deities, or survive for three hours.】 As they ascended the long staircase, Zhang Yuanqing and the others heard the ambient prompts from the spiritual realm. Unlike the modern-style first and second floors, the third floor featured a rugged, simple layout, with walls and floors constructed from massive stones stacked together, resembling an ancient fortress. They were standing in a corridor—over ten meters wide, with a ceiling height of more than fifty meters, like the dwelling of a giant. On either side of the walls stood statues of knights, clad in armor and holding long spears. Beside each sculpture stands a torch, its flames leaping and casting a warm glow. "The War of the Gods?" Alicia furrowed her brows. In the spiritual realm, the word "God" is highly sensitive—indeed, the ultimate achievement of a spiritual traveler is only half-divine. "The Hall of the Gods," "The War of the Gods"—merely these descriptions evoke a suffocating sense. They must reach the Hall of the Gods quickly. Zhang Yuanqing sensed an urgency in the task description. The five of them hurried forward, moving through the statues, until the great beast Qingzhu drew a deep breath and murmured, "There's blood!" They slowed, alert and cautious, and after turning two corners, found the source of the blood. Along the corridor ahead, a body lay motionless—its lower half torn clean off, as though beheaded, blood pooling in a steady stream. Zhang Yuanqing stared in astonishment, exclaiming, "Osmun?" Alicia gasped in unison, "Osmun!" The man was the peak Saint of Tianfa, the sea demon Osmon who had been beaten by Zhang Yuanqing. Upon sensing the commotion, Osmon, who had previously lost all breath, had his eyelids flutter and open, striving to gaze steadily. "Alicia..." his pale, cracked lips moved weakly. Alicia quickly approached, crouching beside him, drawing forth the life-source liquid syringes while urgently asking, "How could this have happened? Who injured you?" Osmon possessed fragments of the Heart of the Sea, embodying the ocean wherever he went—always at home—and ranked among the strongest among the peak Saints. Such a figure should have been a leading contender for the coveted spot, yet here he was, fallen at this very moment. Zhang Yuanqing had already depleted his supply of life-source liquid. He now drew forth the Mountain God's staff, causing the gem at its tip to emit a vibrant green glow, enhancing the vitality of Osmon's cells. Despite Alicia administering two consecutive doses of the life-source liquid, the healing remained incomplete. Seeing her withdraw the third vial, Osmon waved a hand weakly, saying, "Enough. Alicia, this is meaningless. In this killing quest, the lawful-aligned professions have no chance of victory. Saving my life will only ensure a temporary survival." Qingzhu glanced at the Primordial Heavenly Sovereign beside her, then asked with growing determination, "Why?" The proud sea nymph ignored him. Alicia spoke gently, "Osmon, what exactly happened?" "It was the Sleeping Dragon Duke who wounded me!" Osmon stammered, "I encountered him in the Hall of the Gods and then fled here. He was so powerful—so powerful that it felt utterly hopeless." The warm, flickering light danced across his face, and fear and despair shimmered in the sea nymph's eyes. "How is this possible!" Alicia could not believe it. "Even the Sleeping Dragon Duke is a Saint-tier being. He stands on the same level as Fu Qingyang. He is weaker than the Primordial Heavenly Sovereign. You don't even respect the Primordial Heavenly Sovereign—how can you possibly respect him?" Such a person can be understood to defeat Osmon, but Aliciia cannot accept that he could even instill such profound fear in the proud sea nymph. Osmon sighed bitterly: "You haven't visited the Temple of the Gods, so you're unaware of the mechanics of the combat trials. The core mechanics of the Museum Trial are twofold: first, to collect as many artifacts as possible, and second, to swiftly complete the first and second floors and reach the Temple of the Gods." While explaining, he gasped for breath. "The Temple houses the divine incarnations—each incarnation corresponds to a specific profession. Whoever reaches the Temple first and fuses with the incarnations can disrupt the divine forms of other professions, making speed of progression a key mechanism. The more artifacts collected, the stronger the divine forms become—this is the second core mechanism. When I arrived at the Temple, the Dormant Dragon Duke had already destroyed all the forms of the lawful professions, leaving only those of the Scholar class. My progress had already been swift, but I hadn't expected the Dormant Dragon Duke to outpace me—he was the very first to arrive." "Now even Zhang Yuanqing's expression has changed. The Sleeping Dragon Sovereign not only arrived first at the Hall of the Gods, but also collected the most artifacts. He has secured both of the museum's core mechanisms. Osmon took a few deep breaths, gritting his teeth: "I'm not satisfied. Something feels off—the Sleeping Dragon Sovereign's performance doesn't match his established capabilities. He's merely a lucky recipient of the 'Night Nerve,' diligently practicing the spells left behind by ancient superbeings. Indeed, he's stronger than me in that regard, but when it comes to conquering dungeons, he doesn't outshine me... Yet the facts stand before me, and I can only accept them." Turning to his colleague, he said, "Alicia, you arrived too late." Alicia listened, her face filled with despair: "We wasted so much time on the second floor..." What a terrible start! When I was in the first-floor exhibition hall, worried about Xiao Yuan and the others, I didn't take the time to gather those lesser artifacts—by coincidence, the second stage unexpectedly turned into a hellish mode, wasting so much time. Yet even if I maximized my efforts to collect artifacts on the first floor, it still felt futile, because by the time I reached the third floor, the divine forms of the deities had already been destroyed. I truly lost, not without resentment. The two major districts' dungeons suddenly merged, and the slumbering Dragon Duke emerged as overwhelmingly dominant—this was utterly illogical. As a seasoned star official, Zhang Yuanqing sensed a deliberate plot. Was the merger of the first and second districts specifically designed to eliminate me? Did the slumbering Dragon Duke possess a unique quality that gave him a decisive advantage within the dungeon setting? If so, then Ling Tu must have known in advance the content of the killing dungeons—dungeons that are randomly generated within the spiritual realm. How could he have anticipated such a development? He is the sovereign of the Yin, not the sovereign of the Stars. Zhang Yuanqing's mind was swirling with thoughts. He said, "If the sleeping Dragon Sovereign has grown so powerful that he can no longer be stopped, you wouldn't be lying here waiting to die." Only then did the proud sea nymph turn her gaze toward Zhang Yuanqing and the others, whom she had completely ignored throughout the entire journey. "A relatively unknown scholar has merely managed to fuse his body with his spiritual form—yet even he cannot stand against the sleeping Dragon Sovereign. Currently, he is fighting desperately alongside the gods at the Hall of the Deities, with Jiang Ju and others clinging on to their lives." Osmon remarked.