Clear, pure sunlight enveloped a radius of forty meters, dispelling darkness and all forms of malevolent impurities, including the energies of the various elemental forces. The Ninth Elder felt her body as though suspended above a blazing fire, her spiritual energy compressed within her, unable to radiate outward—any skill requiring substantial spiritual concentration became impossible to perform. She sneered, lifting the scroll from the ground and sending it drifting like black smoke toward the distance. Within a span of several breaths, just forty to fifty meters away, she could easily step outside the reach of the sunlight’s influence. Once freed from the pressure of the Sun God’s power, the scroll would summon the projection of the Grand Elder. At that point, if the Primordial Sovereign insisted on forcefully eliminating her, he would inevitably be striking an egg against a stone. Zhang Yuanqing slightly bowed his knees, and as cracks spread across the cement ground, transformed into a golden arc, pursuing the Ninth Guardian, ensuring she remained within the sunlight’s domain. Then, he coalesced the Sun God’s energy into a great bow, exuding golden light from his fingertips, and launched it with a sharp *whoosh*. At the very instant the arrow was launched, Zhang Yuanqing dissolved the conventional mode of "an object moving through space," allowing the golden arrow to strike directly through the back of the graceful woman. The ninth elder screamed, her form transforming into black smoke that instantly burst into golden flames, engulfing her completely. Yet the next moment, the black smoke surged, thick and viscous, extinguishing the golden flames, and the graceful woman only experienced a slight drop in breath—she remained unharmed. Zhang Yuanqing was momentarily stunned. With the sheer power of the Sun God's might, one would expect even a peer-level Sovereign to suffer injury upon being struck by an arrow, especially without the ability to deploy any defensive techniques. Undeterred, the ninth elder continued advancing with unwavering speed, her movements graceful and fluid. She chuckled, saying, "Do you think your strength in wielding the Flame God and the Rising Sun is enough to overcome all your adversaries? Master Yuanshen, you're still young. The true prodigies among the Sovereigns are all born with exceptional talents—how could they be easily defeated? You've simply encountered too few of them yet." She once obtained an ancient scroll passed down by a long-forgotten cultivator during her early years in an S-rank realm quest, titled *The Divine Body Technique to Overcome Inner Demons*. When practiced to its highest depths, this scroll enables the body to maintain a sustained state of energy, rendering it immune to physical attacks and significantly resistant to energy-based assaults—thus ensuring the practitioner will never die as long as their spiritual energy remains unspent. This effectively functions as a passive ability, unimpeded even by the passage of time, and surpasses the power of any single artifact in strength. Hence, *The Divine Body Technique to Overcome Inner Demons* is the ninth elder's greatest reliance. Zhang Yuanqing once again nullified the fundamental rule of "objects moving through space," manifesting as a near-instantaneous teleportation to the woman's side. Raising her hands, a pure, clear golden light surged forth, coalescing into a broadsword. The ninth elder immediately turned and broke through to the left, aiming for a strategic escape. As a second-tier frontline combatant, the Flame Radiance War God, if Zhang Yuanqing could still allow her to escape in close combat, then he would indeed find himself at a loss— The ninth elder was instantly split in two, transforming into two slender streams of black smoke that recombined at a distance. With a voice both tender and piercing, she laughed, saying, "You're just a young lad, still full of youth and vigor—how can you possibly kill me? Shall I stand still and let you chop me down?" Her voice was indeed pleasing, yet Zhang Yuancheng found himself inexplicably itching in his teeth, his anger rising uncontrollably—almost overwhelmed. It seemed the other was deliberately kindling his fury, aiming to influence his emotions. —Emotionally manipulating and stirring a target’s feelings typically relied more on spiritual strength. Throughout the process, she continuously verbally provoked Yuanshiben Tianzun, mocked the members of Wuhen Hotel, ridiculed Master Wuhen, and sought to rouse his anger, guiding him to unleash his power freely and unrestrainedly. Rizheng and Lieyang, the War Gods, were consuming immense spiritual energy, and since Yuanshiben Tianzun had only recently become the Sun Traveler God, he could not sustain this effort for long. As soon as he began to falter, she would immediately summon the phantom of the Grand Elder, at which point, regardless of how many allies he had, they would all perish. Ninth Elder did not believe Yuanshiben Tianzun possessed a ninth-level master teammate; otherwise, it would not have been Yuanshiben Tianzun who entered the dream world just now, but rather the ninth-level master. Indeed, she herself was instantly eliminated without any chance to resist. Zhang Yuanqing seemed incensed and re-coalesced his longbow, launching the second and third arrows—on and on—while the two parties chased each other in a back-and-forth pursuit. The Ninth Elder was struck by arrows repeatedly, yet each time managed to stir black smoke to extinguish the golden flames Finally, the golden sun above Zhang Yuanqing gradually dimmed and then faded, dissolving the Li Yang War God state. His divine power of the Sun God had been greatly depleted and could no longer sustain his two active skills. At this moment, the ninth elder's vitality had weakened to its very limit; with just a few more arrows, she would no longer be able to maintain her "Black Smoke" state. Undaunted, she shouted sharply, "Primordial Heavenly Sovereign, you shall die!" As she spoke, she opened her inventory, retrieved the scroll once more, and hurled it with great force. The scroll unfurled in midair, its spiritual patterns lighting up one by one, their radiance refracting through the sky and evolving into a myriad of celestial phenomena. The figure, whose mere presence had previously sent shivers through all, once again coalesced. Suddenly, a rushing sound echoed across the night sky, and a dark silhouette spun swiftly toward them. It was a metal spear of human height, inscribed with intricate and profound characters. The spear suddenly halted above the scroll, emitting a resonant "hum," and radiating out invisible ripples. The incantations on the scroll gradually faded, the celestial illusions in the sky dissolving. Before the terrifying figure could fully manifest, it vanished once more. Zhang Yuanqing smiled gently at the corner of his mouth. "Finally, you've arrived!" Seeing the scene, the beautiful maiden's pupils suddenly contracted, and without hesitation, she activated her dream-travel technique, causing a series of vivid, surreal dreams to materialize before her. She randomly selected one to enter—only for that chosen dream to shatter instantly, her body briefly becoming semi-transparent, before reverting to her original form upon failure. With the Primordial Sovereign present, her chances of successfully traversing dreams to escape were effectively nil. Zhang Yuanqing finally captured the ninth elder's spiritual projection, severing it with a single slash—immediately extinguishing the projection. The ninth elder screamed in agony, her voice laced with mental trauma, causing intense pain in Xue Hou Aotian, Deng Jingguo, and Su Feiya, who had been sealing off the four sides. Blood flowed warmly from their nasal passages. Residents in the surrounding residential complexes either collapsed mentally, fell unconscious, or died on the spot, their moral values plummeting. Seizing the opportunity, the ninth elder opened her inventory, donning a black robe adorned with twisted ghost faces. *Pop!* Her body exploded, transforming into a dense multitude of animated ghost figures, writhing and sprawling, completely obscuring the sky. These ghostly forms did not attempt to attack the enemies but instead scattered wildly in every direction, fleeing in panic. The master-tier item—the "Hundred Ghosts, Thousand Faces Robe." This item allows the wearer to either engage and overwhelm enemies or blend seamlessly into the crowd of ghosts to escape—its life-saving asset. *Boom!* Thunder roared across the night sky, branching, twisting lightning surging across the heavens, weaving into a dense network of thunder that enveloped everything. The wisps of thick smoke fleeing through the air resembled fish trapped in the net, frantically darting and struggling to escape, only to vanish into mist whenever they touched the network. Lightning, the most potent force against malevolent spirits and vengeful souls, surpassed only in power by the divine strength of the Sun God. As the thunder network tightened, countless ghostly faces faded into smoke, leaving the figure of the ninth elder clearly visible against the storm. "Boom! Boom! Boom!" The branching lightning struck the elegant woman's cranial region repeatedly, her body's black smoke rising in desperate effort to resist the onslaught, yet it soon collapsed after only a few strikes. Her body stiffened, her eyes losing focus. "Whooosh—!" A series of sharp wind blades then swept in, cleaving off her head and limbs, dismembering her completely. Her severed limbs, along with the robe adorned with ghostly faces, plummeted to the ground. A solid, tangible figure emerged from the wreckage, lifting the robe and swiftly descending, rushing toward the residential buildings. She intended to create chaos and make a break for it. Zhang Yuanqing could not allow that—she snapped her fingers with a crisp sound, blocking the Ninth Elder’s path. "Master Yuan Shi!" the graceful woman shrieked. "Then let us both perish together!" Her spirit flared up, blazing fiercely, her spiritual energy surging like a tidal wave crashing against Zhang Yuanqing. Though the Night Wandering Spirit was adept at countering physical forms, the power unleashed by a Sovereign burning her own spirit could utterly overwhelm a peer-level Day Wandering Spirit. Zhang Yuanqing remained calm, opening his inventory, withdrawing his companion spirit, the Ling Yue, and placing it upon his forehead. Instantly, vine-like patterns spread across half his face, and a thick mist of yin energy surged forth like a rising vapor. His eye sockets darkened like ink, his aura now eerie and regal—like a sovereign of the night, a ruler of the underworld. He raised his hand, using the moon’s essence as ink and the void as paper, swiftly drawing nine sealing talismans. Then, with a flick of his fingers—he launched it! Nine seal scrolls entered sequentially into the nine senior elders' bodies, each strike weakening her vital energy slightly. When all nine scrolls had been fully absorbed into the "Tide of Chaos," the graceful woman's spirit had dwindled to mere wisps of mist, trembling and wavering, about to dissipate entirely. Zhang Yuanqing took a deep breath, and the Yin energy surged into a swirling vortex, drawing the nine senior elders into his abdomen. Master-level spiritual servants secured! He excitedly patted his belly. As a regular day-wandering spirit, he could only choose to sacrifice himself completely, channeling the power of the Sun to purify the opponent. But he was different—he wore his companion spirit moon, a master of Yin energy, and had learned the art of "sealing" from the memories of the Pure Yang Master. The nine senior elders, now in their spirit state, were beyond the reach of death. Meanwhile, Xue Hou Ao Tian retrieved a large speaker from his inventory and activated the switch. A soothing melody flowed out, drifting through the night air. Among the nearby residents, those who had fainted drifted into peaceful sleep, those whose minds had collapsed regained clarity, and those suffering from excruciating headaches found their pain relieved. Xiahou Aotian placed the speaker on the ground, then raised his hand to make an OK sign. The very next moment, a hurricane surged from beneath, lifting him skyward. Zhang Yuanqing and Deng Jingguo were similarly carried aloft, soaring rapidly and swiftly receding. Although the arrival of the Southern Sect's Grand Elder had been interrupted, his physical form was surely already en route—staying here would only be a path to certain demise. As for the speaker that had been used to broadcast the Palace Mistress's song, it was a temporary, expendable item created specifically for this mission and of little value, whether or not it was a genuine prop. With Su Feiya's assistance, the four-member team surged forward like a hypersonic fighter jet, covering over a hundred miles in a single, uninterrupted flight—Xiahou Aotian's hairline had been blown back several centimeters. Su Feiya landed in a rural area outside the city, then turned to Zhang Yuanqing and said: "We should head to the next battlefield now. In which city is your duplicate located?" At that moment, she noticed the Master of the Primordial Era's expression had grown serious. "What's "I can't sense where his duplicates are," Zhang Yuanqing shook his head. "He might have been eliminated, or perhaps isolated." "Let me call and find out," Xiahou Aotian pulled out his phone and dialed the magic-eye king's number. A few seconds later, he put the phone down, frowning. "No signal." No signal from the magic-eye king's end either. Deng Jingguo analyzed, "They must be within some kind of barrier, cut off from the outside world." Xiahou Aotian's expression darkened, and after seriously pondering for a moment, his face suddenly changed: "Not good!" ... The Mirror World. As soon as Zhang Yuanqing finished speaking, he noticed the magic-eye king examining him with the air of someone looking at a person with cognitive difficulties. "What's wrong?" he asked, puzzled. "Is my analysis unreasonable?" "No, it's quite reasonable. You may have truly identified the magic-tide's vulnerability. But..." the magic-eye king grabbed Zhang Yuanqing firmly, angry. "What does this have to do with the fact that you deceived us into coming here?" "Since Lingtuo has stationed so many people in the Dream World, it clearly means they're confident enough to eliminate us. What gives you the illusion that we can stand a fight?" The Master of Zhishi Palace, Xiao Yuan, and Ms. JOJO also stared at him with serious expressions. Although their team is being quietly supported by a half-deity, the enemy must also have a half-deity actively involved to counterbalance them—after such mutual offsets, the team still has to rely on its own strength to fight. Though the enemy's overall combat power may appear weaker than ours, Lingtuo's ability to observe our movements and deploy reinforcements shows that they are confident in overcoming us. Zhang Yuanqing, the duplicate, stood stunned. After discovering the enemy's hidden ambush within the Dream World, he should have immediately volunteered to advance and complete his mission—instead, he had merely summoned his magical eyes and the others via the teleportation platform. "I—I simply made such a basic mistake," he lamented. In the distance, the Third Elder, dressed in a black robe and wearing a flowing white beard, smiled. "This isn't your fault—it's my own spark of pride that has stirred your arrogance." Your mistake lies in this: as a magician who has just been promoted to Master, how dare you have the courage to enter my dream world?