The name of the Master Phase of the Wugushi is "Impure Spirits," which, by definition, centers on the power of "contamination." In ancient times, Impure Spirits were particularly effective against the treasures and artifacts of Buddhism and Taoism—whether it was a celestial artifact or a pure golden elixir—each would inevitably fail under the onslaught of Impure Spirits. During the Master Phase, "contamination" primarily targets objects and the body. For objects, the effect ranges from halving their effectiveness to complete destruction. Similarly, the body suffers: once contaminated, it becomes as if poisoned, with disturbances in both spiritual energy and bodily functions. Moreover, the force of "impurity" proves more difficult to eradicate than toxins or pathogens—indeed, it is nearly impossible to completely cure it. In antiquity, those affected had to rely on daily practices of breath control and physical cultivation to gradually resolve the contamination. In modern times, the process is less cumbersome: each time a player completes a dungeon quest and channels spiritual energy, it constitutes a process of revitalization and renewal, effectively cleansing the contamination. Nevertheless, enduring the body of contamination while navigating through dungeons feels akin to facing certain death. Xiao Yuan swiftly gathered her strength, drawing back the deep blue beams that had risen from the vertical eyes on her forehead. "Xia Hou Ao Tian, hold on for another ten seconds," she declared, her voice strong. A thick, dark substance wrapped around her, forming a profound and eerie long robe. With a sweeping motion of her sleeve, a wide, yellow silk-covered altar appeared before her, adorned with red candles, ash, copper coins, a straw figure, silver needles, and paper talismans. She picked up the straw figure and divided it into three parts, then grasped a handful of ash and sprinkled it over the figures. The ash adhered to the straw like lime, transforming the figures into pale, sculpted forms—each bearing the features of the sleeping dragon prince, the blood-soaked liquid, and the human-animal hybrid. Next, Xiao Yuan raised an ethereal brush, dipped it into the dark liquid in the porcelain bowl, and traced intricate, twisting characters onto the back of the three pale sculptures. The characters melted into a dark, viscous liquid that enveloped the three figures. At a distance, a flash of dark light rippled through, and the power of the three deities once again weakened, their lumin Reduce fortune! In ancient times, when occupational boundaries were not clearly defined, many of the witchcraft spells of the gūwū practitioners were incorporated into Daoist traditions and became secret Daoist techniques. Daoist priests skilled in witchcraft would establish ritual altars at home, sending their adversaries' lives into peril from afar. Faced with the threat of impure, malevolent spirits, the three deities within the array immediately rebelled, their chaotic and distorted energies surging to unprecedented heights, while the sealing forces poured down like a tidal wave. The Cromi demon unleashed beams of petrifying light and belched out deep indigo flames, targeting Xiahou Aotian's physical form. These attacks were absorbed and fused by the tri-color flames covering the array's surface, yet the array itself was now on the verge of collapse, enduring only two seconds before cracking into a network of fine fissures. Seeing this, Xiahou Aotian's expression grew suddenly fierce, and he clenched his right hand tightly. The divine forms of the deities behind him mirrored this action—the furnace in the center of each palm burst with a loud "crack," and as a result, the already weakened tri-color flames surged anew, restoring the array's This is a skill from the Artificer stage, allowing the user to reset a piece of equipment's function or ability by paying a corresponding cost—representing an advanced version of the skill that exempts the equipment from such costs. The three-colored flames fused the powers of three deities, and Xiahou Aotian, having exhausted himself to the point of near-collapse, died instantly on the spot, once again suppressing the three enemy figures. ——Under the influence of the diminished fortune, the three deities' spiritual energies significantly declined. Xiao Yuan's hands danced fluidly over the magic table, operating the tools with seamless precision, and soon she drew three yellow paper talismans, each inscribed with curling, tadpole-like incantations. Her vertical eyes on her forehead opened, and the deep blue "luminous gaze" penetrated into the profound darkness behind the sleeping Dragon Sovereign. The forces of impurity and slumber collided, producing a thunderous resonance, causing the deep blue beams to dim instantly and become sealed. Meanwhile, the darkness—capable of sealing all spiritual energies and entrancing all living things—was tainted and lost much of its strength. Tap! Tap! Tap! Seizing the opportunity, Xiao Yuan simultaneously affixed three talismans to the small figure of the human-animal hybrid and then extracted a silver needle, driving it hard into the figure’s brow. Curse! At the same moment, cracks appeared in the brow of both the human-animal hybrid and the divine form behind her, emitting piercing, agonizing cries. At that instant, a figure surged into the hexagram array—Jiang Ju, with fiery red hair. Xue Hou Ao Tian swiftly chanted hand seals, transporting Jiang Ju to the side of the human-animal hybrid. Jiang Ju hesitated not at all, roared, “Die!” Boom! He transformed into a blinding streak of flame, exploding himself and consuming the human-animal hybrid whose brow had split. The sleeping dragon prince, contaminated and unable to act in time, failed to intervene. The distorted power of the blood-liquid was counteracted by the tri-color flames, likewise proving ineffective, and he watched helplessly as his companion was consumed by the blaze. The furious, fiery spiritual energy tore through the array and ripped apart the body of the human-animal hybrid. "Plink...". The ginger-clad Jiang Ju tumbled to the ground, his legs and the single arm remaining severed during the explosion—no blood flowed from the broken joints. A crimson flame sigil ignited at the center of his forehead, shielding his torso and head, allowing him to survive the self-explosion. As the blast subsided, starlight blossomed around Jiang Ju. Zhang Yuanqing seized his shoulder and entered the night-walking state, swiftly carrying his wounded teammate to safety. This sequence of actions was not born of instinct or coordination, but rather a pre-planned strategy devised by Zhang Yuanqing through the mind-communication headset provided by Xiaohou Aotian. First, he weakened the power of the three evil-class characters. Then, he used the impurity force to hold the strongest, the slumbering Dragon Duke, in place. Next, he cast a curse upon Kromi, the demon whose strength was most balanced yet least distinctive, inflicting a severe blow. Finally, he entrusted Jiang Ju—the half-divine descendant capable of self-explosion without dying—to deliver the decisive blow, eliminating the aberrant "human-animal hybrid." Jiang Ju's self-explosion proved the most devastating attack within the lawful faction, approaching the If Jiang Ju fails to kill the human-animal hybrid, Jiang will finish off the afflicted with his strong immunity to mutation-based abilities. Should the plan succeed, Jiang will save Jiang Ju. In Zhang Yuanqing's strategy, as long as the human-animal hybrid is successfully eliminated, the lawful faction will have a strong chance of victory. ... Northwest Gobi. The sacred mountain of Tengger experiences a tremendous tremor, with vast amounts of earth and stone cascading down, collapsing homes along the mountain slopes and foothills. A powerful aura stirs within the mountain's core, as though an ancient beast has broken free from its seal. The enchanting spirit, the fog master, rushes out of her quarters, automatically gathering on the flat ground at the mountain's base, disregarding the falling debris, and bowing in reverence toward the sacred mountain. "The VRa has awakened..." "Welcome, VRa!" Excited and trembling voices rise and fall. The young enchanters, filled with holy anticipation, move with the reverence of devout followers witnessing the divine presence descend upon earth. These young followers have never seen the VRa personally, having only heard legends and never encountered the true form. To them, the Shura was a being akin to a god—faith, invincibility, legend. The elder Mugushis were especially excited: the awakening of the Shura meant the war between the Lawful and Free factions had officially begun, and the unbreakable myth of the Army of the Bishop would now lead its faithful to conquer the Lawful forces. The Shura had remained asleep for so long because he was constrained by his moral value; though the world was vast, he could never fully stretch his strength. Now that this moral value has vanished, all living beings across the world will become his sustenance. King of the Mage-Eyes stood on a viewing platform halfway up the mountain, gazing into the mountain's caverns where a figure slowly emerged. This figure stood about two meters tall, with three heads and eight arms, his skin as black as charcoal. The head on his left shoulder had bright red eyes, its face fierce and wild. The head on his right shoulder had upright brows, commanding and courageous. The head at his neck remained expressionless, both face and gaze devoid of emotion—radiating a cold, detached demeanor. This man, resembling black iron poured into form with rigid muscle lines and a marble sculpture-like presence, is the world's first half-god—Shura! In his ancient war god form, with three heads and six arms, his combat power surges dramatically, though it comes at a significant cost to his spiritual energy. Shura is the only half-god among the enchanting spirits to have solidified his three-headed, six-armed form; he maintains this war god state with zero consumption of spiritual energy. The Heavenly King of the Magic Eyes trembled slightly—each muscle quivered, every nerve tightened, and his adrenaline surged. Simply facing this half-god, the flow of his spiritual energy began to falter, yet his vertical eyes on his forehead burned with eager anticipation, as though yearning to challenge Shura directly. Shura, standing like a black tower at the entrance, gazed at him with six eyes, "Your eyes of enchantment rival a half-god—excellent!" His mouth remained open, and his voice seemed to emanate from his abdomen. The Heavenly King of the Magic Eyes shivered, bent low, and bowed deeply, lowering his head: "Greetings, Shura! How did you awaken The Shura's facial expression was rigid, like cold stone sculpture, his mouth still silent, his voice emanating from within: "I'm heading to the capital." The Mage-Eye King, both excited and concerned, asked: "At last, you're ready to face off against the Lawful faction?" The opportunity to cleanse the world has arrived—his concern stemmed from Shura's lack of judgment in battle, often endangering innocent lives. After his moral compass faded, the Mage-Eye King found himself caught between two desires: he wanted to eliminate corrupt officials from his list, yet he could not bear the sight of the Chaotic faction's indiscriminate violence, which he felt violated the very foundation of justice. The Fear King understood this internal conflict and thus assigned Shura to remain at headquarters, preventing the Mage-Eye King from venturing out and potentially defeating his allies. Shura looked eastward, saying, "I've been resting too long—I just need to take a walk." The strongest half-deity of the age inquired, "Mage-Eye, shall we go together?" The Mage-Eye shook his head in refusal: "I'll stay at headquarters." Shura replied, "Very well!" Then The Mageye King sighed, allowing himself to be dragged by Shōro. This half-god never refused his subordinates—whenever you made a request, you always received a "good." In truth, He simply didn't feel like saying no. Thus, everything was always "good."