"Has the sovereign been conquered? The difficulty of the quest has risen quite a bit—the first victory reward is quite generous, isn't it?" "Wasn't it expected? With Fu Qingyang, Yuan Shǐ Tianzūn, and the King of the Magical Eye, even S-tier quests would struggle to hold them off." "A weak-tier Yin creature and a tier-9 ancient war god—already, even they would barely survive. The swordmaster elder's tone has grown increasingly flattery, losing the spirit of a true swordsman." "Tomorrow, I plan to send my subordinates into the quest to gain experience. With the great calamity approaching, we must strengthen our capabilities swiftly." "Old Fire, you've been busy with official duties lately—focus on your work first. I'll go ahead." "Let no one compete—let's draw lots to decide." Only the White Tiger's military contingent has such a quest that allows subordinates to level up, effectively cultivating team synergy in large-scale battles and offering substantial rewards. A-tier quests are not accessible to every spiritual realm traveler. Even after a quest is conquered, the travelers still receive substantial experience gains. Fu Qingyang set down his wine cup, typed a message: "Even with a clear strategy, the ancient war god and the shadowy entity at level nine have faced life-or-death struggles in their final battle. To ensure success, there should be at least three master-level characters entering the dungeon; at least two masters of level eight are required." After sending this message, he sent a text to Fu Qingxuan: "I'm heading into the dungeon—let's meet up." With no response for a long time, Fu Qingyang then opened the head image of the Sword Pavilion elder and sent a message: "I'm going to the Marshal's study." Fu Qingxuan remained silent—she must have stayed in her study, either meditating or hiding to enjoy sweets. To enter the guild dungeon, one would need either the guild leader or deputy leader to initiate access. The Sword Pavilion elder served as deputy guild leader of the White Tiger military contingent. Though the elder did not reply, within a few seconds, Fu Qingyang heard a faint spiritual realm notification sound in his ears. Soon, the scene began to blur, rippling slightly, and within a few seconds, he found himself in a vast, snow-white space. ——The Marshal's Study! Fu Qingyang instinctively raised his head and saw swords filling the sky—leaf swords, Han Eight Directions swords, short swords, heavy swords, Tang swords, mother-and-child swords—encompassing all the varieties of swordcraft throughout human history. Fu Qingxuan sat on the ground, knees drawn up, gazing upward at the multitude of swords, her thick white hair flowing over her shoulders like a thick blanket. She resembled a little girl gazing at the stars. "What are you looking at?" Fu Qingyang asked, walking over to his sister-in-arms. "Looking at swords," Fu Qingxuan replied, still holding her head high. "What's so special about swords?" Fu Qingyang inquired. "I'm thinking about the essence of swords—the essence of sword energy," she murmured. Fu Qingyang said calmly, "What have you found?" "Tell you nothing, since you've never shown any interest in listening—throughout your life, you've only cared about cutting techniques and never considered any other sword arts," she said, turning her head slightly. "Hmm, your hair has also turned white—did you do it on purpose, copying me?" Fu Qingyang spoke with calm composure: "Your hair is due to the overwhelming sword energy, which has outpaced the metal spirit force's ability to contain it. Mine, on the other hand, is caused by excessive depletion of my lifespan, leading to premature aging." Fu Qingxuan immediately furrowed her refined white brows. "Significant lifespan depletion?" Fu Qingyang briefly mentioned the sword technique he had mastered in the 'Last King of the Fallen Nation' quest, then proceeded to state his purpose for visiting tonight: "I believe the difficulty of this quest is off. In an A-level quest, how can there be two nine-level bosses? Even with the combined strength of the Magi-Eye, myself, and Yuan Shi, we can only match one nine-level sovereign. The NPCs available to join us as teammates are no more than a seven-level Fire-Stealer." "This level of difficulty exceeds both the limits of an A-level quest and the capabilities of our team. Our survival through this quest has been purely a matter of luck." Fu Qingxuan tilted her head, frowning. "Please go into detail about the journey." Fu Qingyang then narrated the entire process of successfully completing the 'Last King of the Fallen "It's definitely off somehow," Fu Qingxuan said slowly. Fu Qingyang added, "Yuan Shi told me that one of his friends, a single-line knight from the Church, unexpectedly entered an S-tier instance recently. That knight has always managed to control his hidden points, making it nearly impossible for him to match with an S-tier instance." "What are your half-gods planning?" ... Under the night sky, the full moon shone brightly. In the late 18th century European holy city, ruins stretched everywhere, black smoke rising from collapsed buildings, the desolate scene of war spreading to the horizon. Just half a month ago, fighter aircraft had carried out a sweeping bombardment of the city, prompting mass evacuations and the city's civilian population to rally with young men and women, fighting guerrilla battles on streets and alleys. After a week of fierce resistance, the war for the city ended—ordinary human conflict concluded—and the war among the spiritual travelers began. "Shh... shh..." Si Cai, clad in silver knight armor, walked through the ruins. His face was lean, his eyes dark with fatigue, his silver armor marked with cuts and streaks of blood. He carried no oil lamp, only a long knight's sword, scanning the surroundings with cautious vigilance. "Ah, if only I had the night vision of a night god," he sighed, turning back to gaze at the church protected by a magical array. The realm he entered was precisely the campaign that led to the fall of the Church. The Free Alliance rallied the evil factions and independent practitioners, rising up in rebellion—much like the Six Great Sects encircling the Light Peak—to besiege the Church. In this battle, the lawful factions and the world's strongest organizations collapsed entirely. Yet the Papal Court possessed deep roots and successfully repelled the evil forces' attacks time and again, suffering significant losses in its half-divine champions. After sustained strong assaults failed, the evil forces shifted to conducting guerrilla warfare within the city. Currently, Zhai Cai's task is to patrol the southern sector of the Papal Court, covering a radius of thirty li, ensuring no covert gathering or strategic planning by the evil forces. "I have no idea when this will ever end—well, I'm not even sure how long I'll live!" Zhai Cai sighed. At that moment, a lazy voice came from behind the fallen wall beside her: "It all depends on when you finally achieve your great mastery." Upon hearing this, Zhai Cai's tense muscles gradually relaxed. She turned to look, offering a somewhat strained smile. "Your secret manual has been quite challenging, Master. Could we perhaps switch to a safer, less demanding approach? For instance, could you simply take me away directly?" About ten days ago, the chairman of the Merchant Guild suddenly appeared in the realm, handing him a scroll, claiming it to be the ancient knight's method of cultivation. The chairman told him that he had come because the Primordial Celestial Sovereign had wept and pleaded, clutching his arm for help, but he could offer only this much. Whether or not he would survive the journey through the realm would ultimately depend on Zi Cai's own fortune. With a graceful gesture from the void, the chairman produced a glass of white rum, sipped it leisurely amidst the ruins, and shrugged, saying, "A life without challenges would be rather dull! As the sole knight of the Church, this is your trial." Zi Cai's lips twitched. "Can this opportunity be passed on to someone else? In these past few days, I've watched one knight after another fall—some extraordinary, some even sages—and just yesterday, a knight of master rank passed away. The intensity of the war is rising steadily. I'm merely a level seven knight, and in this war where half-gods are fighting to the death, I might not survive at all, any moment now." "Mr. President didn't respond, but asked instead, 'You've been in the realm for half a month now—what do you think about the fall of the Church?' Zhai Cai, instinctively glancing around, saw no movement, and leaning against the broken wall, replied, 'Right now, it seems that the Free Alliance has at most one half-divine figure. In fact, I've only personally encountered one. Theoretically, even if the magical seed's waters are sufficient, the evil faction simply cannot defeat the Church. 'I believe...' Mr. President interjected, 'you think the magical seed will intervene?' Zhai Cai nodded. 'That's the only possibility, but I think I'll no longer see it unfold—after all, I'm only a Sovereign. As long as I survive the Sovereign's battle, I should be able to exit the realm. If he were to participate in the half-divine battle, even just as a part of the battlefield, his survival rate would be nearly zero. Such a scenario is unprecedented in an S-tier realm. There must be a chance of survival, after all.' The chairman remained silent for a moment, then sighed, "As I expected. When I first saw the Hunter's Guild chairman transforming into a smolderer, I already knew it would happen." He finished off the brandy in his glass, gazing at Zhai Cai's eager expression, and shook his head, "Forget it—there's no way I can take you out of the instance. The sovereign-tier S-class instance has mechanisms in place that would punish me severely if I forcibly extracted you. Under normal circumstances, this wouldn't matter, but now, with the ordered and chaotic factions preparing for their decisive battle, I can't afford to weaken myself at this critical moment. Should the final battle unfold, I might fall. Returning to the spiritual realm would be fine, but I'm afraid it would disrupt the final confrontation—your entry into this S-class instance is rather unusual. Of course, you still have another option: provide me with sufficient flesh tissues and blood rich in spiritual essence. I can create a duplicate of you, and later, when the opportunity arises, revive you using the Mother Goddess's womb." Zhai Cai's eyes lit up, just as she was about to agree, when the president added, "However, the Mother Goddess's womb is currently located at the Grand Hall of the Commander's Church—whether we can recover it remains uncertain." That was saying nothing at all! Zhai Cai gently exhaled, "Then it seems I have no choice.