"The Mages have a half-god backing them—there's no way they'd just vanish without cause. They must be in danger. We need to send support immediately." When it came to being reliable, Xiahou Aotian had always been dependable, and he quickly sensed something was off. Deng Jingguo immediately said, "Let's contact the President." Zhang Yuanqing wasn't carrying his phone, so Suofia reached out to the President, but the call went unanswered—no service in the area. Her heart sank; this suggested the President was likely caught in the midst of the half-gods' conflict. Suofia and Deng Jingguo grew serious, at a loss, yet they noticed Xiahou Aotian remained calm, gazing steadily at the Master as though confident he had a solution. Zhang Yuanqing remained composed, opened his inventory, and produced a small handful of lustrous hair—Youxian's hair—since qualified Star Officials always have contingency plans. Then, he summoned two streaks of deep, somber red light. The red light took the form of a pair of fresh, elegant dance shoes, stepping joyfully across the field's embankment. After two solid, resonant footsteps, it showed a noticeable lag, as if sensing an inconsistency in its footing. "Thump-thump-thump…" The red dance shoes continued to stamp firmly on the embankment, and Zhang Yuanqing sensed its growing restlessness, eager to leave. Without the rhythmic "tap-tap" of dance, the shoes would lack soul. Don't worry—just a little longer, we're going! Zhang Yuanqing tucked Xiaoyuan's hair into the interior of the shoes. Calmed now, the dance shoes settled on the embankment, reading the information of the hair's owner—each second, then two, then three… gradually transforming into two slender streaks of deep red light, like wild horses galloping freely across the fields. Zhang Yuanqing smiled at the slightly dazed Deng Jingguo and Su Fei, explaining: "As a new-arrival village item, this kind of rule-based tool will guide us to our destination." … "Leave now!" The Palace Master of Zheng Sha immediately unfolded the parchment scroll and activated the teleportation. The羊skin scroll dispersed into scattered glimmers of light, enveloping the four people and the cat, and fading into the void. The next instant, the Magi Eye and the others appeared at the spot, having failed to leave the mirrored world. The teleportation had failed. The four protectors of the Night Rose chuckled, "You entered not a regular mirrored space, but a rule-based artifact—the 'Yunmeng Divine Realm,' which allows entry but not exit. That is its rule." The Yunmeng Divine Realm was a divine artifact from the ancient era. Besides the rule of being only enterable and not exitable, the mirrored world within was perpetually beset by rain, providing a continuous flow of spiritual energy—precisely what the Rain Deity had long dreamed of. Of course, this was not her own artifact, but rather the property of the Night Rose. "Rule-based artifacts?" Miss JOJO's vertical eyes narrowed into slits, bristling, "Are rule-based artifacts already so common?" In her time, rule-based artifacts were rare even among the master-level items, let alone truly exceptional. For the sixty-plus years since Lady Lu Yue-shuang returned to the Spiritual Realm, she had only encountered one rule-based artifact—the Pan God's Labyrinth. After returning home, her second rule-based artifact was the Zoo, something she hadn't anticipated, having merely accompanied the Prime Sovereign in a brief skirmish. "During your sixty-plus years of seclusion in the Pan God's Labyrinth, the world outside has undergone countless updates," Zhang Yuanqing remarked. "Now, stop complaining and just act!" The Mage-Eye Sovereign yanked off his sports headband, his forehead-mounted eyes "gurgling" as they spun rapidly, radiating a fierce, bloodthirsty energy that made him resemble a sovereign of the Demon Realm. He slightly bowed, clenched his fists to build momentum, and his eyes were densely veined with blood. His skin and muscles trembled violently, then split open to reveal a pair of terrifying golden-red demon eyes. Countless pairs of demon eyes ignited simultaneously, projecting an eerie golden-red glow, making him appear like a "demon ball light" suspended in a nightclub. "Ah..." The Pure Yang Master was the first to collapse. Already mad, he had managed to maintain composure through sheer will and cultivation. But under the gaze of the Enchanted Eye, his latent mental ailments erupted instantly. Madness and chaos overwhelmed reason, transforming him into a wild, unbridled beast—indistinct between friend and foe, driven by an insatiable urge to destroy. The Third Elder of the Southern Sect, the Sixth Elder of the Night Rose, and the King of Extinction all felt their spiritual energies violently surging and losing control, their hearts filled with the relentless desires to fight, to bleed, and to destroy. The Third Elder swiftly redirected his focus, calming the surging destruction within himself and soothing his disoriented allies. Seizing the moment, the Magician's eyes snapped his knees upward, launching like a high-velocity cannonball, crashing into the King of Extinction with a fierce, grim smile. "Duang!" The collision between the two ancient war gods resonated like a great bell, thunderous and profound. The King of Mago's Eyes rode upon the thin, wan woman, plowing through dozens of meters, leaving deep imprints. With a sweeping motion of his arms, he revealed eight muscular, sinewy arms, wielding ethereal swords, spears, halberds, and lances, delivering high-frequency strikes, blows, and slashes against the King of Extinction. The King of Extinction roared in fury, manifesting a triple-headed, eight-armed form. Yet, having been struck by the Mago's Eye, her spiritual energy became sluggish and obstructed, allowing her to display only a double-headed, four-armed form—barely holding on—and soon she was torn and cut apart by the King of Mago's Eyes. Amidst the rapid, rhythmic barrage of attacks like a downpour, the King of Extinction's steel-like skin cracked, exuding golden blood, with craters and incised wounds appearing across her shoulders, face, and chest. Meanwhile, the Master of the Halt Palace saw her red skirt fluttering, lines of red radiating out like a dense network. These lines did not attack the enemies but ascended into the sky, undulating like tendrils in a peculiar, harmonious rhythm. The Third Elder, the Sixth Elder, and the Master of Pure Yang all had their eyes suddenly widen, their consciousness growing hazy, as if they had sunk into the warm embrace of their mother. Hypnosis combined with lullabies! Sound waves swept across the mirrored realm, causing the tigris cat and the bee maiden to freeze simultaneously— their pupils blurred, their bodies convulsing as if resonating with the waves. The crimson threads that unfurled like curtains behind the Master of Stilling, swaying like delicate appendages, suddenly stiffened and then sagged, falling to the ground in a thick layer. The eyes on the body of the King of the Mage's Sight trembled violently and closed one after another in unison. In contrast, the Pure Yang Master, the Six Protectors, and the King of Extinction instantly regained clarity, the negative effects vanishing entirely; their spiritual energies no longer stagnated but flowed more smoothly than ever before. What kind of artifact is this… Zhang Yuanqing's eardrums felt as though torn, the drumming evoking deep fear within him, compelling him to surrender and extinguishing his resolve. He struggled to calm his fear, activating the Rising of the Sun, the power of the Sun God surging toward his head, forming a blazing golden sun. The golden sun vaporized the surrounding rain, enveloping both enemies and allies. The Third Elder of the Southern School focused on drumming, striking once more with the dense, The golden sun above Zhang Yuanqing wavered, then collapsed. Had the most dominant skill of the Sun of Daylight been reversed and suppressed? Xiao Yuan, bracing against her fear, pulled out a copper coin, palm-sized with one corner missing, and tossed it toward the third elder, toward the tall hide drum. This was her reward from completing the Killing Trial副本— the incomplete "Lost Treasure Coin." When a coin is thrown toward a targeted item, it briefly "contaminates" that item, temporarily sealing its function. The coin, with its missing corner, spun and struck the hide drum—only to flash once and rebound just before touching the drum’s surface. This signaled a failed "Lost Treasure" activation. The hide drum was of too high a grade. "Of master-level quality, perhaps even from the Dominance stage…" Xiao Yuan’s expression grew slightly concerned. The King of Extinction's injuries healed rapidly, six sinewy arms sprouting swiftly along his ribs and shoulders, tightly clamping down on the Eight-Armed King's eight arms. This thin woman, her eyes blazing crimson with fierce determination, declared: "Traitor! Without your Eye of Persuasion, how dare you challenge me?" With a powerful tear, the Eight-Armed King ripped through his arms, one after another, golden blood gushing forth like a spring. Though ranked the lowest among the Four Kings in terms of the Eye of Magic, the Eight-Armed King had achieved an exceptionally profound mastery of the Eye of Persuasion, allowing him to outclass the other two. However, this unconventional strategy proved vulnerable once directly targeted. Spears, swords, halberds, and lances descended simultaneously, piercing through the ancient war god's bronze and iron body, pinning him firmly to the ground. The Eight-Armed King choked on blood, his eyes—now scattered across his body—trembling desperately as he strained to open them. "Thud!" The drumbeat resounded once more, filling the entire mirrored realm. The eye-slits on the Eight-Armed King's body completely vanished. The drumbeat resonates, and within the rain幕 behind Ms. JOJO, the six guardians of the Night Rose emerge slowly. Raindrops gather in her hands, coalescing into a long sword that strikes the great cat's heart, all masked by the sound of the rain. Ms. JOJO's cat ears twitch slightly, poised to showcase the exceptional reflexes of a feline and the extraordinary agility of a wood spirit—yet at the very moment, her body stiffens under the rhythm of the drum. At the crucial instant, her back solidifies into a hard, turtle-like shell. The rain-sword strikes the shell with a thunderous crash, as if a million tons of rain pour down upon a single point. The shell cracks with a sharp "crack." Ms. JOJO arches and then contracts her body, surging forward several meters to widen the gap between herself and the foe, while simultaneously whipping her long tail, sending dense, steel-like hairs shooting forth. The six guardians' forms shatter into raindrops within the barrage of needles, and the next instant, they reappear behind Ms. JOJO, delivering an identical strike. "Thud!" The drumbeat rose once more, deafening, sending S Zhang Yuanqing and the others into a state of profound terror. Madame JOJO, drawing upon her previous technique to gather the turtle shell, suddenly grew weak in her limbs, her body blazing hot, her abdomen heaving violently, her breath scorching. She was ill! The pathogens had silently infiltrated her body. In this world of relentless rainfall and mirrored reflections, the pathogens were everywhere, spreading through the air and rain. Even the wood-elemental warrior companion, immune to many ailments, could not withstand the relentless tide of infection. A figure stepped between her and the sword. Zhang Yuanqing, with the sun mark glowing at his brow, delivered a single punch that shattered the sword, then met the sixth abbot’s palm in a powerful clash. The rain that had filled the sky exploded outward. The sixth elder’s body was shattered by the force of the Sun God’s palm. She then surged upward, spiraling through the heavens, dispersing her spiritual energy into the rain. Instantly, each raindrop carried an immense power, pattering down with thunderous force. They struck the ground, and deep craters formed; when they hit buildings along the streets, the structures collapsed. In the mirror world, she never needed to conserve her spiritual energy, as it flowed endlessly. Zhang Yuanqing pressed his left hand against his heart and raised his right hand, gripping it with all his strength. Raindrops fell in a steady patter, and the spiritual energy within them was dissipated into nothingness, losing all destructive power. The Master of the Stopping of Death carried a small bronze pot, moving swiftly toward the Magi-Emperor of the Eye, who was severely wounded. She poured the golden source liquid from the spout of the pot into the Magi-Emperor's body, restoring his condition. The Magi-Emperor cracked a smile, "Extinction, in a one-on-one fight, I can take on ten of you." With a single headbutt, he sent Extinction flying. The Master of the Stopping of Death had fulfilled her support role and was about to return to her teammates when, suddenly, the rain curtain rose to form four water walls, sealing her within. The Pure-Yang Master, whose eyes moved in different directions, entered the water walls with a cold expression, greedily watching the The legendary Ling Yao Hu recorded in ancient texts truly exists—it is mine!" The Zhi Sha Palace master staggered, then saw the Pure Yang Master's form towering up, transformed into a giant matching the height of the heavens, while she stood within her hands, small and insignificant, her divine strength nearly fading. A realm within her hands! This ancient illusion technique, said to originate from Western Buddhism, has been refined over generations by cultivators into a sacred art of supreme importance. During the Song Dynasty's persecution of Buddhism, the manuscript was seized by the imperial court and stored in the national treasury. As the teacher of an imperial princess, he had once studied this manuscript, though at that time he had not yet mastered the art of illusion magic, so he had not yet fully grasped it. Later, in a state of madness, he ultimately integrated and perfected this masterwork. The Zhi Sha Palace master held the Hu, rooted in the illusion, unable to break free. The Pure Yang Master greedily reached out, grasping the bronze hu, only for her hand to be suddenly seized from behind, clamping around her neck. "Crack!" Her neck was broken. More limbs were severed, but not at his expense—rather, the water walls sealing off the four directions became the targets. The seven severed arms, wrapped in red threads, strained fiercely to tear through the water walls and establish a connection with the outside world. The Master of the Halt-the-Death Palace’s eyes flickered with renewed vitality, and her body erupted into a myriad of fine filaments, bursting through the wounds in her arms and escaping. She had made a subtle move earlier—secretly bestowing life upon the eight arms, reviving the ones that had seemingly perished—this was the authority of the Fate Keeper. "Thud... thud... thud..." The drumbeats continued, growing steadily more intense. As the battle unfolded within the mirrored realm, the situation for Zhang Yuanqing and his companions grew steadily worse. Though they had initially launched several brilliant counteroffensives, as the drumbeats grew denser and more relentless, they could only retreat into passive defense, struggling to hold on. Even the ancient war god with the strongest fighting spirit was now shaken by the drumbeats, his courage faltering and his resolve dimming. ... Deep in the night, at a county A soft, deep-red glow surged across the quiet, empty street, finally halting at the entrance of a internet cafe. Though there was no visible barrier at the door, the red slippers refused to let it pass, vigorously kicking and pounding at the space, creating faint ripples of disturbance. As a master artisan of crafting tools, Xue Hou Ao Tian extended his hand and effortlessly pierced through the barrier. After a moment of thoughtful reflection, he spoke with serious tone: "Now, there's a good news and a bad one..." Zhang Yuanqing interrupted abruptly: "Cut the chatter!" Xue Hou Ao Tian continued: "The good news is that the owner of the hair hasn't died yet—our teammate is still salvageable. The bad news is that this barrier is quite advanced; even as a master artisan, I can't touch it. It's likely a seventh-level or higher item, or possibly a rule-based enchantment." Deng Jingguo furrowed his brows: "So, that means we can't enter?" Xue Hou Ao Tian, with his handsome face deeply serious, nodded: "They've been shut out, like they were caught off guard."