A bright blue beam tore through the barrier, powerful shockwaves carrying dense arcs of electricity surged through the area with almost unruly force, crackling continuously as tree-like lightning cascaded across the sky. Two of the Southern-style Aetherials suddenly lifted their heads, their glassy, vacant eyes widening in astonishment. One of them, holding a crystal orb, had a crack form as it shattered—crackling with the impact. His face first pale with alarm, then filled with deep concern. This crystal orb, a Level 8 item known as "The Little Thousand-World," could project the scenery within a 300-meter radius into the orb, creating a dream-like realm. This realm, rooted in dreams, was even inaccessible to Aetherial-class characters. Moreover, it wasn't merely a dream—it was protected by a seal formed by the crystal itself. Even if a lower-level Aetherial found it, they could not break through this seal. Such a rare and powerful item was thus highly valued. At this moment, cracks appeared—though not entirely destroyed, the quality would plummet. There might not be a second such artifact anywhere in the entire spiritual realm. How could one not feel deeply concerned? As the dream realm dissolved, everyone fell back into the real world. The four masters of the evil faction—including Fu Qingyang—all turned their heads toward the direction where the electromagnetic cannon was firing. A figure emerged into their sight, glowing bright blue, constantly radiating electric arcs. Though blackened veins crisscrossed his face, his pupils had turned a vivid blue, and striking tree-like lightning patterns adorned his forehead, they immediately recognized the Primordial Sovereign. Nine-tier presence? The full set of Thunder God armor has been assembled? A flash of astonishment passed briefly through Fu Qingyang's eyes before he regained his composure. In contrast, the masters of the evil faction appeared as though struck by lightning—rigid, motionless, their expressions a mix of shock, bewilderment, and fear. The Primordial Sovereign hadn't just ascended to master status just now! When had he acquired such formidable power? In the flash of thought, it was clearly the serpent keeper, the leader, who roared firmly, "Retreat!" He launched himself into the air, carrying another impure spirit of malice on the wind. The two Void Beings activated their dream-jump ability, yet throughout the surrounding ten miles, no dreams were present. "Too late," Zhang Yuanqing raised his hand and gave a sharp, resonant finger snap. "Thunderstorm!" Roar! Roar! Roar! Columns of lightning as thick as water jars descended, accompanied by countless jagged, tree-like lightning bolts, transforming the entire area into a blazing pool of plasma. The pulses of lightning instantly destroyed the entire园区's power circuits and electronic systems. The two Void Beings who had failed to enter a dream stood side by side, continuously dissolving the lightning columns descending from the sky and the widespread tree-like flashes. Yet the thunderstorm was relentless and endless; despite their best efforts, they could only partially absorb the strikes, unable to fully extinguish the terrifying storm. As for the snake-tending practitioner and the other impure spirit, thick insulating keratin layers proliferated on their bodies, blocking lightning and heat from penetrating inward. Then, the two summoned an ethereal altar, set up a ritual, and invoked blessings to enhance their own fortune. Observing this, Zhang Yuanqing raised his right arm, coalescing a brilliant spear of lightning and hurling it with force toward the strongest snake-tending practitioner. The snake-tending practitioner's hands developed dense, insulating bone growths, forming protective glove-like pads, which clutched the spear firmly, retreating steadily under the powerful kinetic pressure. Even though the lightning suit's power level reached nine, it could not instantly defeat a seasoned eight-level master. At this moment, the snake-tending practitioner, gripping the spear and forced to retreat, suddenly felt a warning sensation. He sensed a threat approaching from behind—this was a special ability granted by the unique parasites. Without hesitation, thick keratin layers proliferated across his back, waist, buttocks, neck, and occipital region, forming a comprehensive protective armor. At the moment Zhang Yuanqing's true form dissolved into night-wandering, it materialized behind him, holding a hand cannon thirty centimeters long and pressing the trigger against his back of the head. "Boom!" Purple lightning coalesced, erupting as a spherical lightning bolt. The immense recoil lifted Zhang Yuanqing's wrists sharply upward. The spherical lightning struck solidly against his back of the head, splashing plasma outward, causing fissures in the keratin of the serpent-tamer's skull and spilling blood. Most importantly, the attack from behind induced a mild dizziness, preventing him from gripping the thunder spear tightly—thus allowing it to pass through his chest, filling his organs and six viscera with electric current and causing extensive carbonization. "Boom! Boom! Boom!" A succession of destructive lightning columns and branching lightning strikes rained down upon him. The serpent-tamer's body stiffened, instantly paralyzed. Zhang Yuanqing retracted the thunderstorm cannon and retrieved the purple lightning hammer, then struck hard against the fissured keratin of the serpent-tamer's skull. Meanwhile, his duplicate Zhang Yuanqing performed a flash of electric brilliance, arriving before the serpent-tamer, holding a lightning orb The head and chest of the snake-keeper exploded simultaneously. His spiritual body swiftly detached from his physical form, attempting to flee, but the thunderstorm enveloped the area, with silver lightning and towering lightning columns swiftly tearing through the spiritual essence. The Eighth-Rank Sovereign, with little resistance, was returned to the spiritual realm after being struck by the combined attacks of his body and his duplicate. Zhang Yuanqing, the duplicate, once again formed a spear of lightning and hurled it with a sweeping motion. The lightning flashed, and a virtual being who had been desperately resisting the storm was pierced through the chest by the spear. The virtual being's body rapidly charred and his spirit separated from his physical form. The duplicate who launched the spear quickly charred and collapsed, leaving no final words, and returned to the Yashimizō mirror. His time slot had just expired; he had forcibly gathered lightning energy to form a long spear, serving his master by eliminating one of the virtual beings, only to be consumed by the lightning's counterattack and perish. Zhang Yuanqing did not immediately withdraw the Lightning Armor. A miniature sun rose behind his head, and a blazing solar seal appeared at his brow, transforming him into a golden-warrior deity who soared toward the final Void Being. That Void Being panicked and fled, unable to deploy any skills or items under the radiant sunlight, watching helplessly as Yuan Shǐ Tian Zun closed in, ultimately being severed from the head by a short blade that shimmered in both black and white. Zhang Yuanqing's eyes darkened as he swallowed the two fleeing immortal spirits. Turning to another battlefield, Fu Qingyang had just decapitated the last impure demonic spirit with a swift, decisive strike. "Hmm, impure demonic spirits can also be transformed into yin corpses—what a waste," Zhang Yuanqing lamented. At this moment, ordinary citizens from the industrial park were bravely gathering toward the scene, their natural curiosity overcoming their fear of death, eager to witness the celestial battle firsthand. Zhang Yuanqing and Fu Qingyang exchanged a glance and approached the stunned Master Gao Feng and Master Ganlu. Zhang Yuanqing smiled and said, "Has the 'cotton quilt' defense duration finally arrived?" Master Gao Feng was still reeling from shock, unable to believe, "You—you've activated some kind of special advantage?" Having witnessed the entire battle, he found it hard to accept the growth of Yuan Shi Tianzun. Now, he's truly become a Tianzun! "The advantage that ensures you must level up or else you'll die," Zhang Yuanqing said with a light, self-deprecating tone. Fu Qingyang added, "The cotton quilt's defensive duration still has thirty minutes left. Cast a spell on them—otherwise, they'll be photographed and posted online, and the Wuxing Alliance won't be able to afford that embarrassment." Master Gao Feng nodded vigorously. The elder Ganlu, though not young, was exceptionally beautiful, now relaxed slightly. It would be wonderful to have them captured—being featured on the front page would be so interesting! Shock! A fierce battle unfolds in a certain industrial park in Hangzhou. On-site residents have captured footage of two men and a woman sharing a large bed, Zhang Yuanqing only regretted that his phone had been damaged by an electromagnetic pulse during the recent battle. Otherwise, he would have taken photos and posted them on the forum. While creating illusions to conceal the crowd's movements, he also guided the emotions of the on-site residents, instilling fear and uncertainty, so they wouldn't come closer. During the waiting period, Zhang Yuanqing said: "Boss, we've safely exited the ruins, well stocked with treasures. I've now gathered all the components of the Thunder God's set." The single-legacy knight and the president have both received semi-divine items! He added mentally. He was certain Fu Qingyang would understand—after all, they had discussed and studied the treasures of the Church's treasury many times before. Fu Qingyang removed his cloak, stored the golden dragon sword, and nodded: "Leave one component of the set outside before entering the dungeon. That way, they won't be sealed. The combined effects of the four components should be sufficient for you. And remember to quickly refine the spiritual bodies of these two ethereal beings into spiritual servants. If you lack materials, just ask me." "With a nine-tier set, one is certain to be sealed upon entering the instance. By disassembling the set, one can both bypass the sealing effects of the spiritual realm and retain part of the set's power. Currently, Yuan Sheng has one master-tier yin corpse, three master-tier spiritual servants, and himself—so an A-tier instance should pose no challenge. Hmm, there's a mix of excitement and a hint of envy in the elder's tone—ah, he's envious of my good fortune! Just as Zhang Yuanqing formed this thought, Fu Qingyang's expression darkened. The two exchanged a glance, then quietly shifted their gaze, setting aside distractions. After a few seconds, Fu Qingyang said solemnly, 'I intend to enter the instance again, without advancing to nine-tier status or exiting.' Though an eight-tier master is strong, he still lacks decisive impact in the grand battle. Only a nine-tier master can shift the battlefield's balance at the crucial moment. The proud Qian Gongzi won't admit that he's been rattled by his trusted subordinates. Oh, elder, please don't push yourself beyond your limits!" Eliminate distractions, eliminate distractions... Zhang Yuanqing said with growing concern, "But the conflict between the two major factions is intensifying. If you don't stay at Songhai to oversee things, what will we do if something similar happens again?" Fu Qingyang is now the top-ranked official martial expert in the East China region. Should another incident of a master being killed occur, he would certainly have to lead the charge personally. Fu Qingyang replied calmly, "I have my own plans, though I'll need your cooperation." He didn't specify how, but added, "The individual quests for the White Tiger troops' forces aren't sufficient for us to divide among ourselves. You should go directly to the Mei Shen Association right away." Should I really go into the Mei Shen Association's faction quest now? I'm afraid I won't have the strength to make it! Zhang Yuanqing thought to himself. The individual quests for the White Tiger troops aren't enough for them? High Peak Elder and Ganlu Elder exchanged glances, both seeing a look of bewilderment in each other's eyes. When did it become so easy to advance? When did faction quests become so straightforward—just go in and clear them? Now they finally understood the reasons behind Fu Qingyang These two are emulating the Marshal. One is the young master, already at the Saint's Realm, who commands the power of rules, and the other is the Primordial Heavenly Sovereign, renowned for his half-divine potential. Indeed, they are well-qualified to emulate the Marshal.