The Covenant County. As Winny led the Executive and Oversight Departments out to handle the terrorist attack, her heart suddenly fluttered. She looked up sharply—only to see dense purple clouds rolling and spreading like thick smoke, blotting out the sunlight. The entire city plunged into darkness. Both the lawful and chaotic realm travelers—among them Winny Burnt—felt an overwhelming pressure, their innermost fears reaching their peak. This fear soon subsided, and the celestial pressure from the sky lifted. Before the lawful and chaotic professionals could catch their breath, they felt a renewed wave of unease, their faces pale as they turned toward the New Covenant Port. Something dreadful was approaching the port. … A massive island stood several dozen kilometers beyond the port. A white man, dressed in a black suit and a white shirt, stepped out of the forest and walked along the sandy shore beside the island. He gazed at the harbor for several seconds, then unbuttoned his tie, removed his gleaming leather boots and suit, and neatly folded them on the sand. Barefoot, he walked along the shoreline into the ocean. Behind him, in the jungle, the scaled strange birds, the three-headed giant bears, the vividly faceted snakes, the nine-tailed white tigers—hundreds of deformed creatures surged forth, one after another, crashing into the man's body. As the man absorbed these creatures, he walked steadily toward the deep sea. With every step, his body rose a story taller, and new pairs of eyes and arms emerged. His golden short hair transformed into fine, hissing streams of spout. He grew farther and farther away, his body swelling ever more, and the sea creatures followed, one after another, merging into his form. Soon, the man became a towering, steaming figure hundreds of feet high, the sea depth now only at his waist. His swollen body flowed with pus, darkening the entire region. He moved steadily across the sea, landing at the port of the New Covenant and heading toward the great cathedral dedicated to the sea god Poseidon. At the very moment the "Smoker" touched the harbor, thousands of tons of seawater surged upward from deep within the spire of the cathedral, rising like a magnificent fountain. These fountains did not fall—they coalesced into giants towering hundreds of feet tall, and others gathered into magnificent war chariots drawn by eight noble horses. The giants wore crowns, draped in leather skirts, and their upper bodies were covered in dark, emerald-like scales. They bore thick, vibrant beards and had fin-like ears. In their hands, they held a trident of genuine sapphire-blue, a true divine artifact—one of the administrator-level items. Crafted from an unknown, radiant blue steel and adorned with colorful gemstones, the trident was both splendid and powerful. With a gentle tap of the trident, the giant raised a barrier that spanned the entire cathedral complex, halting the "Smoker's" advance and blocking him outside. At that very moment, the sky seemed to transform into a vast mirror, reflecting a world identical to the real one—but perfectly inverted. This inverted world slowly descended, pressing against and merging with the real world. Space began to fracture, and the protective barrier of the Sea God's Church held for just a few seconds before shattering into fragments. The World of Twisting! A tall, elderly man with white hair appeared on the square of the Sea God's Church, holding a high-backed wine glass, smiling warmly. "Seawhat, my old friend has come to visit—how could we possibly turn him away? I'm even more generous than you. I've come to invite the friends of the Sea God's Church to a drink." He finished off the wine in his glass and then exhaled a soft, misty burst. The wine vapor spread out, rising to every corner of the Church, undisturbed by wind or water. Members of the Church—whether extraordinary, saints, or even sovereigns—fleeing into the interior, began to sway, stagger, and one after another, collapsed, overwhelmed by a profound drunkenness, unconscious. "Wheeeew...!" A piercing gale swept in, carrying two figures clad in black robes from afar. Where they passed, ordinary citizens of Xin Yue County fell silently, their spirits withdrawing from their bodies and being lifted by a mysterious force, following the black-robed figures. Transparent spirits drifted through the sky, wailing and shrieking, as if hell itself had descended. Soon after, the Fearful Heavenly King of the Military Commander and the two half-gods of the Wuzhu School arrived, manifesting as war gods with three heads and eight arms, and a fierce, coiled gong dragon. These towering, imposing warriors arrayed themselves around the battlefield, with the Sea Emperor at the center, holding a trident high. With a thunderous roar, the Sea Emperor raised his trident and declared, "All of you shall be swallowed by the sea!" "Lin Duo's got it all wrong—first strike the Heavenly Punishment, then wipe out the Sea God. Once I've raised the Sun Sovereign, we'll team up and strip you bare, limb by limb." Still muttering, suddenly the dark, murky sea began to ripple, as if a bowl of soup had been knocked off balance. From the horizon, a line of white waves surged toward the harbor. … Even after nine decades of navigating the turbulent currents of court politics, having weathered countless storms, the nine elders were momentarily stunned upon hearing the news—so much so that they felt their chairs scalding beneath them. The Grand Elder of the Red Flame Sect leapt to his feet, eyes wide with alarm: "Are the Evil Faction hunting down the Sea Emperor?! With five of the Allied Masters absent from the physical realm—how can they possibly cope?" How indeed? This very question echoed in the minds of the nine elders. While they might have managed to unite and stand firm against a single half-deity, should all five half-deities converge, even the peak Dominators would find themselves powerless to intervene. Any effort would be in vain—every step would be a gift to the enemy. The Grand Elder of the White Tiger's Army, head of the Sword Pavilion, offered a wry smile: "First, seal off the Wind and Thunder Deities. Then, within the Spiritual Realm, hold the five Allied Masters and the Taiping Master in check, reducing the Order Faction's half-deities from ten to seven or eight. Only then, gather strength to launch the final assault on the Sea Emperor… How well-thought-out, Fu Qingyang immediately asked, "Establish contact with the Sea God Church and keep a close watch on the situation." The female clerk shook her head repeatedly, growing increasingly anxious. "We can't reach anyone—neither the New Covenant County's Heavenly Punishment, the Sea God Church, nor the Beauty God Association. The entire city is enveloped in a barrier." The peak-level masters present couldn't help but feel a chill run down their spines. With the whole city shielded by the barrier, it had become a battlefield for half-gods. New Covenant County, home to over eight million people, might very well become a casualty of this half-god conflict. In human history, such an event would rank among the top three. And such scenarios may continue to unfold. The conference room fell into silence. Suddenly, the communicator on Fu Qingyang's desk rang out, and his composed expression visibly tightened. "It's the Marshal on the phone." With the nine elders watching in eager anticipation, Fu Qingyang picked up his phone and answered. "Lin Tuo has absorbed the Merit Scroll—moral values have vanished. Give me three seconds to report on the current situation outside," came Fu Qingxuan's Fu Qingyang said solemnly, "Order has collapsed. The land is littered with corpses and blood, just like the Middle East." "Got it!" Fu Qingxuan replied, "The Void Half-Deity brought us out and told us that the Evil Half-Deities have gathered in the New Covenant Prefecture to besiege the Sea Emperor." Fu Qingyang furrowed his brows, "Have the internal issues of the Spiritual Realm been resolved?" "We can't manage much more now—the objective of the Spiritual Expansion has been achieved. Staying here serves no purpose anymore. Besides, the Spiritual Realm has a strong self-repairing capacity and will recover on its own over time. What matters most is rescuing the Sea Emperor." The Marshal spoke with intense frustration, "Honestly, the hot milk tea I bought this morning—now it's completely cold and I haven't even had a sip!" Fu Qingyang remained expressionless, "I'm in a meeting!" Fu Qingxuan shifted her tone, "I saw you so tense, so I just made a little joke." Then she hung up the phone immediately. ... The realm of the Spirit World, with its five emperors' forms now unstable, sees the black circular moon once again devouring the instances. One by one, the instance realms—like stars—vanish into the "black hole." These instances do not truly disappear; instead, they are "shielded" by the administrators, much like a game's temporary offline announcement. During the shielding period, players entering these instances receive no rewards or quests, and those already inside experience the same. In essence, the instances have lost their connection to the Spirit World "mainframe." Suddenly, a figure outlined beside her, enveloped in golden light, his features blurred. San Shan Lady turned her head, expression puzzled: "Why have you come again?" She studied the golden form. "Your strength is nearly depleted." The figure sighed. "Having sustained this fragile existence for so long—how difficult it has been! Once my strength fades, I shall fully return to the Spirit Realm. Until then, I must complete this final task. Lady, my promise to you remains valid—but you must find him and exchange it for it." As he spoke, his body began to dissolve, dispersing into golden light particles. Little Yuan raised her head, howling with fierce intensity, her eyes blazing crimson. Patterns of black magic shimmered across her skin, which was a blend of black and yellow. Black, dust-like substances gushed from her mouth, swirling around her like countless tiny flying insects. Her eyes sank beneath the surface of her skin, and a vertical, deep blue pupil split open on her forehead. A brilliant, piercing blue light erupted, instantly flooding the sanctuary with an atmosphere of decay and filth. The divine essences of the four deities' statues plummeted sharply.