In the capital, within a manor in the suburban area. The president, dressed in a wine-red suit, stands on the balcony on the second floor, holding a cigar between his fingers. He takes slow, urgent puffs, his voice growing increasingly agitated: "Can the half-deities from the musicians' and scholars' families finally show up? During the last incident involving the Wind and Thunder deities, they didn't step in. Now, with the evil faction launching a surprise attack on our home, they're even retreating into seclusion!" The small saplings glowing with green light in the courtyard gently sway. A tall, red-haired man, intently focused on his cigar, remains silent. A cold laugh drifts through the black mist floating above the man-made lake. No one pays him any attention. Only the sturdy clay figure seated in the living room, with a calm and gentle voice, responds: "They aren't part of the official organizations and thus have no obligation to appear on the front lines. Their only concern is whether they can preserve themselves should the lawful alliance suffer defeat." This was the agreement established back when the territories were first divided. The Five Elements Alliance and the Taiyuan Sect became official organizations, gaining power and The Lingjing Clan has stepped back into a secondary role, functioning much like provincial governors, under official management and assisting with official affairs. However, the deeds of sacrificing oneself and fighting bravely are not their concern. Of course, when the grand battle truly arrives, the Lingjing Clan will certainly not remain passive. The Chairman exhaled a stream of white vapor, saying, "Agreed—then let them stay and defend their homes. The Ling Energy Council still has a half-deity stationed in the second major region, as well as in Lingtop." At this moment, Fu Qingxuan ended her conversation with her brother and said, "The evil array has turned against us. From today on, the world order will fluctuate. Everyone should prepare mentally. Our immediate priority is to rescue the Sea Emperor and preserve the number of half-deities within the Order-keeping faction." Compared to the serious demeanor of the other half-deities, Fu Qingxuan even felt a sense of excitement. White Tiger is the warrior, and in her heart, she truly longs for a global-scale war—only then can the "Marshal" fully demonstrate her true strength. In one-on-one engagements, she ranks among the top five; in team battles, she ranks among the Mr. Chairman had been eager all along, saying, "Gather up, gather up—I'll take you there." At that moment, an indescribable sense of unease surged through the half-gods, whose hearts involuntarily pounded twice, and all turned toward the west. Yet, at the end of the day, it remains a positive development. With the Five Elements unified, the ability to counter the Wind and Thunder deities means the capacity to stand against the War Gods. The War Gods' "Unbeatable" title can now be put aside. The Sword Pavilion elder relaxed slightly and said, "Do not grow complacent. Notify the half-deities of the Liu, Xie, Zhu, Zhao, and Xiahou families to assist in maintaining order and to discipline their own clans. Once moral values vanish, the world's order is in peril—half-deities will not hesitate to respond." Although evil-aligned professions are stronger in defense, the number of orderly half-deities exceeds that of the evil-aligned. Sometimes, quality matters, but at other times, quantity is equally crucial. Just as Fu Qingyang was about to speak, he suddenly noticed the nine elders at the conference table—everyone's faces turned pale, and they all turned toward the west simultaneously. The two peak rulers of the Chihuo Sect even ignited flames, instinctively entering a combat stance. "What's happening?" Fu Qingyang felt his heart sink, with a growing sense of unease. Master Xiao closed his eyes, focused his awareness, and after a few seconds, suddenly opened them, exclaiming, "The War Lord has arrived in the capital!!" A thunderbolt from clear skies! At that very moment, every spiritual traveler in the capital felt as though facing a deadly enemy, trembling in fear. The Heavenly Eye King gazed toward the horizon. Without any notice, layers upon layers of dark clouds rolled in. Beneath the clouds, a stunning beauty, dressed in vibrant stage attire and with flags planted along her back, stood floating in midair. To the other three directions, towering ancient trees in lush green hues emerged, flames roared in vibrant bursts, and iron swords remained suspended in the air. At their current sky terrace, the concrete melted, rising to reveal a clay figure. The Grand Master of the Five Elements surrounded the two of them. Traffic flowed as usual, ordinary people "ignored" the sky's unusual sight, just as crawling ants could not perceive that humans were observing them from above. "No!" Shura rarely said it so clearly. "I'm not here to fight!" Before the Heavenly Eye King could respond, a voice of anger stepped in, asking instead: "You're not here to fight. Then what are you here for? You old sixth-stringer!" Turning toward the sound, there stood a man in a deep red suit, holding a cigar, wearing a silver mask, clearly agitated. The Shura appears in the capital at this crucial moment, directly overwhelming the President. The towering Shura emits a deep bass tone combined with a bubbling sound from his abdomen: "If any of you five leave the capital, I will lay the city to waste." The five Grand Masters remain silent, yet the suddenly surging black clouds and the resonant trembling of their sword airs clearly signal their rising fury. It is evident that Shura has come to hold them in check. The fact that the malevolent faction can summon this slumbering deity indicates that this strategy is not merely a tentative trial—like thunder without rain—but a decisive, long-prepared assault that has been patiently cultivated over a century. At this moment, a long-overdue sense of helplessness emerges among the lawful half-divines. ... New Covenant Province. Hundreds of meters high, the tsunami repeatedly crashes against the port, yet is deflected by an invisible barrier, splashing out white crests resembling the wrath of snow lions and dragon waves, and thunderous roars. The waves strike the barrier in an increasingly urgent rhythm, growing in height and intensity, conveying a clear sense of urgency and desperation. ... The Killing Quest, on the third floor of the Museum. Huang Taiqi took up Jiang Ju's remains, opened his inventory, and drew out the Life Source Liquid, injecting it into the neck vein of the son of the Flame Emperor. At the severed limbs, blood began to pulse and tissues to move, cells rapidly regenerating. Though two more vials of Life Source Liquid were still needed to fully restore the amputated limbs, the bleeding had stopped, and cells destroyed by the explosion and flame were now being renewed. Huang Taiqi paused his injections—right now, each vial could save a life, and using them to aid Jiang Ju's limb regeneration would be too wasteful. The small circular form "folded" its ethereal desk, took flight, and returned to the allied ranks, standing side by side with Xia Hou Ao Tian. As the Sixty-Four Hexagram array collapsed, Xia Hou Ao Tian gasped heavily, his sweat mingling with blood from his eyes and nasal passages, staining his handsome face. The divine form behind him dimmed, on the verge of extinguishing. Zhang Yuanqing then drew forth the Mountain God's staff, allowing the gem at its tip to emit a green glow, to heal him. Xiaohou Aotian also has a substantial reserve of pills and elixirs. Masters are particularly skilled at preparing medicines and remedies, so in terms of endurance, it truly doesn’t require Yuanshǐ Tianzun to go to such lengths. Yet he didn’t decline, because his current physical condition was simply too poor. The blood-like liquid, with a middle-aged appearance, glanced at the "human-animal hybrid" corpse and sneered, "You were too hasty. You should have waited until she activated her equipment before launching the attack. That way, your spoils—no, our spoils—would have been greater. What’s the point of it all? Fighting until your spiritual energy is depleted to defeat the human-animal hybrid? You’ve merely shifted from a one-on-three battle to a one-on-two one." Zhang Yuanqing looked at him and smiled, "You’re mistaken. A one-on-three battle was hopeless, but a one-on-two is viable. Together, our peak-level saints can stand against a master-tier powerhouse." Yin Ji, Huang Tieshi, Qing Zhu, and Alysia—along with the other order-aligned professions—rose to their feet and stood beside him. Although the Divine Form of the God-Deity is stronger than the initial level 7, it still falls far short of level 8. Among those present, only Qingzhu is at the peak of the Saintly realm; even more notably, Yin Ji and he himself are both Night-Wanderers who have practiced the Pure Yang Washing Record. This provides a certain degree of immunity and weakening against the strong control effects of heavy drinkers. Combined with his and Yin Ji's six-level Yin Corps and Spirit Servants, the collective strength of these six-level Saints is sufficient to trigger a qualitative transformation. As long as Xiao Yuan and Xia Hou Aotian can hold the sleeping Dragon Duke in place, Zhang Yuanqing will be confident in defeating the Blood-Soaked Liquid and completely reverse the situation. Of course, this will inevitably result in casualties among the lawful-order professions—but now is not the time to hesitate. Xia Zuo is willing to risk his life; they too can do the same. Suddenly, the sleeping Dragon Duke, who had been drowsy, speaks: "So, the person I truly intend to kill is you, the Heavenly Sovereign of Morality?" His eyes snap open, intensely fixed upon Zhang Yuanqing. Everyone is stunned—this includes The Sleeper Dragon Duke continued: "Before entering the Killing Instance, someone advised me. He said that once inside, I should remember two things: first, strive to collect as many items as possible from the instance; and second, move faster than the others. "At first, I didn't understand why I had been chosen. Only after entering the instance did I realize. My practice of 'Night Nerve' neutralizes all artifacts—those relics are easily accessible to me, requiring little cost. All I need to do is break the display cases and seals to claim them. "The real cost I bear, however, is to eliminate the lawful factions stationed within the instance. If circumstances don't allow, then I must personally kill one of the players in the group. "When I asked him whom to kill, he didn't tell me—only that once inside, I should kill whoever poses the greatest threat to me." The Sleeper Dragon Duke turned his gaze toward Xiahou Aotian: "Not this scholar—he's quite ordinary. Ordinary enough that I barely pay attention to him." Xiahou Aotian erupted in anger: "You speak of my mother's disappearance as if it were a mere call for help!" "This is the old-fashioned, rustic language he learned from the ring elder. The Sleeping Dragon Marquis said nothing, then glanced over the others, slightly shaking his head: "They're quite ordinary—so ordinary that it wouldn't warrant the esteemed one personally coming to me. That's why I've been waiting rather than fighting fiercely all along, hoping to see just who I would ultimately have to eliminate. Now I know." "IT'S YOU!" His gaze finally settled on Zhang Yuanqing, and at that moment, the drowsiness in his eyes vanished, replaced by a bright, sharp clarity. "Who exactly are you? The Tai Men sect has never had a celestial official like you. I've never even heard of the title 'Moral Heavenly Sovereign.' Such a powerful sage should surely be well-known." Yin Ji, standing beside him, also studied Zhang Yuanqing with a look of suspicion. As a core member of the Tai Men sect, she had never heard of the Moral Heavenly Sovereign, nor did she know of a celestial official of such stature. Any celestial official who had reached the pinnacle of sagehood—she would surely have known. Over the past thirty years, she was intimately familiar with every outstanding young celestial official who had The "Moral Sovereign" on the Integrable Ranking once again leaves her deeply conflicted—her false identity can deceive mortals, but cannot fool the Spiritual Realm. Zhang Yuanqing's expression is profoundly serious, not because of the person mentioned by the sleeping Dragon Sovereign, which he will only need to consider after surviving; what truly weighs heavily on him is the attitude of his adversaries. As a master of illusion, he knows clearly that the sleeping Dragon Sovereign has not lied. Whether it's about cheating or about not having fought with genuine intent—both are true. The fact that he hasn't fought with genuine intent means the sleeping Dragon Sovereign hasn't yet revealed his true strength. He had been overly optimistic. Seeing the Moral Sovereign remain silent, the sleeping Dragon Sovereign calmly remarked, "It doesn't matter who you are. Today, you will die right here. I must now leave the quest and return to reality, to embrace the glory that belongs to me." He opened his inventory and released the artifacts he had previously acquired. Sculptures of swords, spears, shields, and bronzes, textiles, furniture, and jade—each artifact rotated around him before being gently deposited into the darkness behind him. The deity nestled in the viscous darkness seemed to have consumed a powerful tonic, its breath surging dramatically. The black domain expanded swiftly, first engulfing the crimson liquid beside it, and from the darkness came the sounds of "thud, thud" as it collapsed. As a fellow peak-level sage, equally commanding a divine form, the crimson liquid had no chance to react and promptly fell into deep slumber. The black domain surged forward, dispelling the light and plunging the temple into night. "Thud, thud..." Xia Hou Ao Tian, Qing Zhú, Alysia, Huang Tai Qi—successively collapsed, sinking into profound dreams. Zhang Yuanqing staggered, swaying like a tipsy man, refusing to fall. This force of sleep—there was no way to resist it. This time, it was truly over. The one who had been entrusted to dispatch the sleeping Dragon Sovereign to kill me—must have been Ling Tu. But why could he have anticipated this very step? Zhang Yuanqing could no longer withstand the drowsiness, crashing to the ground and losing consciousness completely. "Hey, wake up! If you don't wake up, your teammates will die." In the boundless darkness, Zhang Yuanqing heard someone calling his name.