"I'll definitely go!" Zhang Yuanqing said firmly. "This incident has made us realize that in terms of authority, the Lord of the Stars cannot challenge the Lord of the Moon. As long as the Spirit-Tide can erase a moral value once, it can do so again—such events will keep happening. I don't know when the next one will be, but the time left for the Lawful is growing short." Wenin Berlent's expression and mood grew increasingly solemn. Zhang Yuanqing said no more, checked the two giant monsters' bodies, and found them severely burned, unsuitable for transformation into Yin corpses, so he had to give up. He snapped his fingers, and the Star-Dash departed, returning to Level 106. There, he saw Hongji Brother and Yuan Ting had regained human form, with only weakened qi and blood, no serious injuries. Zhao Chenghuang was absent, but there was now a Japanese college student from Japan, Asano Ryō. Upon seeing him return, Hongji Brother rushed over with his usual energetic enthusiasm, "Congratulations, Master! You've been promoted to a Day-Traveling God! Tonight, I'll treat everyone to hot and cold rice noodles!" The Fire Master's emotions were “You… you… you…” Yuan Ting pointed at Zhang Yuanqing with trembling hands, his expression agitated, his whole body shaking. He was not surprised that the Prime Immortal had returned from the dead—he had already learned everything from Sun Miao Miao moments ago. What truly shattered his composure was that the Prime Immortal had been right beside him all along, and he had remained completely unaware. “I didn’t notice you! I didn’t notice you at all!” Yuan Ting lamented, feeling deeply remorseful, as if he had searched high and low, heaven and earth, yet failed to recognize that Jiumang himself was the Prime Immortal. A profound humiliation! On the clean, even bed, a slender figure slowly emerged, still retaining the form of the蜂female, her dark, gem-like eyes tinged with the muddy hue of clay. Suddenly, she turned her gaze toward the desk, a flash of deep black light flashing in her eyes. Kou Beiyue, silently seated by the desk, let out a stifled gasp. Her inner spiritual energy surged wildly, her eyes filled with blood, and her voice came out hoarse as she called out, "It's me, it's me..." The muddy impurity in the girl's eyes receded. "I still haven't fully mastered the strength of the 'impure demonic spirit.' From now on, don't conceal your aura near me." She rose from the bed, opened the wardrobe, and selected a plain outer coat and a light ge黄色 long dress. Kou Beiyue, whose demeanor had grown increasingly bold and somber, exhaled in relief, setting aside the weight of his worries. "You've finally come out," he said, "Fu Qingyang mentioned changes in the spiritual realm. The one named Lingtuo has been causing chaos—ever since he's been in the spiritual realm, I thought you'd fall at the hands of Yuan Just as Xiao Yuan was about to head out to confront the northern moon, she set down her skirt and fixed her dark, deep gaze upon him, "How did Fu Qingyang know that the spiritual realm had changed?" Indeed, the spiritual realm quest had undergone significant transformations—the two major zones had merged, the evil faction had anticipated the quest mechanics earlier, and Yuan Shǐ had suddenly surged into the master phase. She still intended to wait until Yuan Shǐ returned to explain these developments in detail. "Beyond the spiritual realm, the real world is in chaos," said Kou Beimonth, his tone low. "Since you've just entered the killing quest, your moral value has vanished. The evil faction has launched terror attacks across the nation, causing countless casualties. In Song Hai alone, many have perished." He briefly outlined the situation in Song Hai. As he spoke of the banks, schools, police departments, and shopping centers becoming hotspots for attacks, and described the scenes of widespread death and devastation, Xiao Yuan fell silent. After a long while, she exhaled deeply and said, "I understand. Go ahead—I need to change my clothes." "Kou Beiyue had just risen, and then added, 'The restoration of moral merit might be related to Yuan Shi.' ... Song Hai, Fu Family Villa. The silhouette of Xiahou Aotian emerged in the office. Surveying the room, he noticed it was empty, and then picked up the large public speaker on the desk, declaring loudly, 'Ladies and gentlemen, your master has returned!' After pressing the recording button and setting it to loop, he held the speaker with one hand, chest out, strides firm and confident, stepping out of the office to greet the cheers and adoration of his employees. The first floor, now transformed into a factory, was deserted—researchers, bachelor-level engineers, and laborers such as wooden spirits and earth monsters had all vanished, leaving only three Saint-level members of the Bai Hui Guard stationed at the factory. Had they all taken the opportunity to slack off while the master was engaged in the killing quest? Xiahou Aotian was immediately displeased. He called over a White Hui Guard stationed at a distance, raised the speaker in one hand, and crossed his arms, asking, 'What's going on? Where are the technicians? Where are the 996 and "996 refers to the wood spirits, 007 to the earth spirits, and the technicians are the scholars. As the machinery technology company grows, the frail scholars can no longer keep up with the pace of organizational expansion. Thus, young leader Fu Qingyang, leveraging his resources, mobilizes the official wood spirits and earth spirits to work in the factory, turning them into workers who tighten screws. The wood spirits possess extraordinary strength and exceptional endurance, while the earth spirits boast outstanding stamina, able to work without rest—exactly the kind of talent the factory needs. Consequently, the once-arrogant CEO bestows the nicknames '996' and '007' upon these two groups. A white-guard officer approaches swiftly, his expression serious: 'During your time in the killing quest, the moral standing of the spiritual travelers from the realm of life has vanished. The evil faction has launched widespread attacks across the nation, claiming countless lives among ordinary people. Our factory's spiritual travelers have all equipped themselves with machinery weapons and gone out to handle the terror attacks.' He delivers this account of the real-world developments at a rapid pace. Xiaohou Aotian's composed, confident face gradually grew serious as he quietly turned off the loudspeaker. Moments later, a resonant roar echoed through the factory: "Unworthy profession! Your elders are back!!" ... At the Capital's Taiyuan Sect. Under the sycamore tree in the courtyard of Longying Elder's residence, Yin Ji's silhouette emerged. She glanced around, searching for her teacher, her gentle, bright eyes shimmering with a touch of joy, eager to share her delight at her promotion to Sovereign with her close elders. Yet, the courtyard was empty, the afternoon sun casting a warm, serene glow over the flower beds and tree branches. Yin Ji entered the room, picked up her phone plugged in with a charging cable, and dialed Longying Elder's number. "Ding-ding~" The call connected, and Longying Elder spoke with a sense of urgency: "Yin Ji, have you successfully ascended to the rank of Day-Wandering Immortal?" Yin Ji responded softly, with a smile: "Master, I have indeed been promoted." "Long Red Emissary smiled warmly, her tone filled with joy: 'Excellent. Excellent.'" Her student, whom she had nurtured with great care over the years, had finally entered the realm of Dominance and had become a true figure of stature. "Master!" Yin Ji suppressed her inner excitement, speaking seriously, "I have something important to report to you. Would it be possible for me to come back and see you?" Long Red Emissary paused for a few seconds, "Is it something significant? Ah, I'm unfortunately unable to return at the moment. During your time in the Killing Instance, major events have unfolded outside—there's now a great deal of work I must attend to in the aftermath." Yin Ji was startled. "What exactly happened?" Long Red Emissary then briefly explained the incident involving the disappearance of the Moral Value, concluding with a sigh: "The capital remains relatively stable, but the surrounding provinces and cities have suffered severe damage from the malevolent forces. Numerous buildings have been destroyed, and in just a few to six hours, countless ordinary civilians have perished. The malevolent faction has carried out retaliatory massacres, and the full extent of the casualties has not yet been tallied." "The Taiyimen and Wuxing Alliance are currently working with the government on emergency response efforts, with ongoing reconstruction needs and the challenge of revealing the truth about the spiritual realm travelers to the general public." Yin Ji listened, her palms growing cold and her heart sinking to the depths—her joy at being promoted to a Day-Wandering Immortal vanished entirely. Beyond the immediate losses from this disaster, simply announcing the existence of the spiritual realm travelers could spark massive social unrest, with public panic, skepticism, and protests, and even see many well-intentioned individuals aligning themselves with the forces of evil, becoming their agents of chaos. Moreover, the spiritual realm's moral integrity could be eroded—each time Li Tuo conceals his moral standing, it would be eroded again and again. The future of harmony and order appeared increasingly precarious. As her thoughts raced, Yin Ji heard Red Ying the Elder ask, "You mentioned earlier that you had something to report to me?" She regained her composure and replied seriously, "Master, the Prime Immortal has not yet passed away. He appeared in the battlefield of slaughter—it was he who assisted me in my promotion to a Day-Wandering Immortal." "As she finished speaking, she heard the teacher take a sharp, hurried breath. ... In the capital, at a grand manor outside the city. Huang Taiqi returned to his bedroom and picked up his phone on the nightstand, as usual, preparing to send a report of good news, announce his promotion, and reach out to his distant nephews. Upon opening the messaging app, however, he noticed an urgent notification sent by the headquarters of the Five Elements Alliance to all senior officers. From the message, he quickly grasped what had actually happened. He immediately set aside his update about the Master Yuan Shishen's survival and, putting down the phone, hurriedly changed into casual attire before rushing out of the room. ... On the Man Island. Zhang Yuanqing, using a magical illusion to conceal his presence, glided on a five-clawed golden dragon at low altitude, surveying the chaotic streets. The wave of terror unleashed by the evil faction had receded, leaving behind wounds and lingering fears that would require time to heal. Ambulances and police cars sped along the streets, the former patrolling and the latter transporting the injured; hospitals and morgues were certain to be overflowing today. Foggy plumes of smoke rise in the distance as the fire department works tirelessly to rescue people and fight the fires. The temporary mortuary team organized by the New Covenant County government has been dispatched under the leadership of special police units to various sites of the terrorist attacks. Each time they encounter someone suspicious or a Nicko along the way, their workload increases. Some residents have stayed indoors, afraid to come out, while others, as the crisis begins to subside, have started driving to the outskirts to seek shelter. In a few days, they may unite to protest and demand answers, forming a beautiful alliance of freedom. But for now, they are still focused on survival. Zhang Yuanqing sees a dark, viscous energy forming in his eyes, and observes ghostly, motionless spirits lingering on city streets, in office buildings, and throughout the urban landscape. As Winnie Burnt has noted, the number of casualties remains uncountable due to the sheer volume of victims. The situation is dire in New Covenant County—what about the rest of the country? Zhang Yuanqing stood on the divine dragon, drifting aimlessly, growing more silent with each passing moment. Suddenly, he heard a loud, steady snoring sound. Looking down, he saw the five-clawed golden dragon had fallen asleep, gently bumping him off balance toward the towering skyscrapers. Could a dragon actually sleep? While muttering under his breath, Zhang Yuanqing deactivated the dragon's riding mode, transforming it back into a statue and storing it in his inventory. Floating above, he was about to return to the Tianfa Division when his phone in his pants pocket buzzed. A message from the Chairman had arrived, inviting him to meet. Moral values had vanished for only a few short hours—yet the spiritual realm travelers were far more efficient in their killings, even more so than capital's harvesters of ordinary people, whose swift blades could bring down entire crowds with just a wave of toxic smoke or a single wave of chaos. "Clap, clap, clap!" the chairman enthusiastically pounded his hands, his tone grandiose. "Congratulations on your promotion to Day-Wandering Deity! Our future Sun Sovereign has finally outgrown the baby phase!" Zhang Yuanqing turned to face the chairman, who wore a silver mask, and smiled gently. "I thought you'd deliver a little rap to mark the occasion, Uncle!"