Thud! As the Magi-Eye King fell, he strained to turn his gaze toward the massive, rolling skull that had tumbled across the mountain. In his single, luminous eye, he saw the face of the Divine Beast, and just as the Divine Beast's gaze met his, their eyes locked in a final exchange at the moment of near-death. Suddenly, the left eye of the Divine Beast dissolved into a stream of blood, flowing like a gentle current toward the empty socket of the Magi-Eye King's left eye, where it condensed into a vivid, blood-red orb. The fading consciousness of the Magi-Eye King surged back to life. At the same time, he heard a soft chime from beside his ear: 【Ping! Congratulations on completing the solo Spirit Realm quest—The Battle of Zhuolu. Difficulty: S. Reward settlement in progress...】 【Reward settlement in progress... Obtained items: The Blood-Drinking Blade, The Divine Beast's Will】 【Experience Points awarded: 18%】 【Settlement complete!】 [Immediately exit the Spiritual Realm] ... At the northwest headquarters of the Army of the Bishop, within the plain, gray, thatched cottages, the King of the Mage-Eye appeared as if materializing out of thin air, his body reduced to charcoal, and crashed heavily to the ground, remaining motionless for a long time—like a lifeless corpse. About half an hour later, his blackened fingers twitched slightly. The King of the Mage-Eye regained some awareness. His right eyelid trembled and slowly opened, gazing呆ly at the rafters of the ceiling. Pain—intense pain! The body ached all over. To describe his current condition accurately, it felt as though someone had struck his bones one section at a time with a hammer, then hung him up for three days and three nights without allowing him to sleep. His body and spirit were on the brink of death at the very next moment. The residual power of the lightning still raged within him. Had it not been for the experience points (spiritual energy) transferred into his character card upon exiting the Spiritual Realm, he would have perished from cellular combustion. Of course, the healing item held in his mouth had also kept him alive. The King of the The entire world was silent—no voices, no footsteps, no breath. It was as if the headquarters of the Army of the Divine Bishop had turned into a dead city. For a moment, Yuan Qing didn't know whether to be relieved or troubled. He felt relieved because the Heavenly Kings and Divine Generals of the Army of the Divine Bishop all wanted to kill him. If they discovered him, a mighty Magi-King in such a frail, helpless state, they would likely extend their mercy and send him back to the Spirit Realm. Yet he felt troubled because his condition was so poor, and more and more people were still coming to rescue him. Soon, he drifted off to sleep in this state of contemplation. When he awoke again, it was already dark. The deep sleep had restored some of his strength. He opened his inventory, retrieved a jade scroll for teleportation, and with trembling fingers, managed to press it several times before finally breaking it. … Fu Family Village. Zhang Yuanqing sat on the balcony of the main bedroom, enjoying the slightly chilly spring breeze. The beginning of spring had just passed, and in a week’s time, the Spring Festival would begin. It had been three days since he last hunted down the Over the three days, he successfully located the hidden "Surgeon" and the "Shaman Mage" through strategic deduction and the vision of the Sky-Eye, confining both to the Jade Pure Vessel. For a Tier-8 dual-classed artifact deity, a Tier-7 Day-Wandering God was merely a high-level encounter. Moreover, there was an elite monster in the form of a half-divine armored figure—Zhai Cai—offering support. The greatest losses on the allied side were the blindness of JOJO Lady, Xiao Yuan, Yin Yao, the Dog Elder, Chen Shu's bodyguard Sophiya, and Zhai Cai's vampire servant. "Three Three-Heaven Pills aren't enough to elevate me to Tier-9. I'll wait another two days for Xue Hou Ao Tian. If he hasn't cleared the instance by then, I'll personally seek Lian San Yue to produce three more Three-Heaven Pills," Zhang Yuanqing said, looking at his girlfriend dressed in a silk nightgown. "We may need to enter another Tier-S instance afterward." As he spoke, a soft chime sounded from the smartphone on the glass round table, signaling the arrival of a new message. Zhang Yuan Noticing his unusual demeanor, Guan Ya set down her steaming coffee and hurried to ask, "What's wrong?" Zhang Yuanqing exhaled a stream of mist into the cold wind, "Pan Xi Vice-Chairperson said the Sun Realm instance is inaccessible..." Hearing this, Guan Ya's expression also darkened. As one of the two highest-ranking虚空 (Void) professionals after the Chairman of the Void Council, Pan Xi was a peak dominator. If even he couldn't enter the Sun Realm instance, how could Yuan Shi possibly make it in? Without access to the instance, no matter how high Yuan Shi climbed to the ninth rank or attained the status of Sun Sovereign, it would all be in vain. After a moment's thought, Guan Ya gently inquired, "Did Pan Xi Vice-Chairperson say anything more? Or has the Chairman left any special plan?" Zhang Yuanqing shook his head. Over the past three days, he had followed his uncle's instructions and proceeded according to plan—naturally, he had been preparing to enter the Sun Realm instance. Therefore, he had sent a polite message to Pan Xi, hoping that this peak dominator would act as a courier and deliver him into the instance. The response was: The copy's level is too high—entry is impossible! The peak tournament has already begun, and he's still leveling up his character. Now they're telling him he's not qualified to participate. "What shall we do?" Guan Ya furrowed her brows. "Let's take it step by step," Zhang Yuanqing sighed. Guan Ya pressed her full lips gently, remaining silent. In her heart, she felt relieved. Competing for the title of Sun Sovereign means facing off against half-gods. Even though she had full confidence in her boyfriend, she didn't believe he could defeat the leaders of Lingtuo and Tai Men. There were so many half-gods after all. Right now, this situation was actually the best possible option. If the sky collapsed, someone tall would bear the weight—should it be too much, they'd gladly go down with it. What she truly feared was that the sky held strong, and her boyfriend became the Divine Creator of the Earth. At that moment, a knock came at the bedroom door, and the Queen's voice echoed from outside, "Are you two making love? If not, just open the door—there's something important." Zhang Yuanqing exhaled a wave of negative energy toward the door, while the small, clumsy one quickly scrambled toward it, leaping up to turn the handle. The Queen pushed the door open, first glancing at the neatly made bed, then at the two figures on the terrace, and said, "The rabbit lady from next door reported that a person completely burned through, appearing suddenly in the courtyard, as if delivering a final message, saying they wished to see you." To see me? A burned-through person? Zhang Yuanqing suppressed his earlier frustration and nodded, "Understood." Lying lazily on a single sofa, his body began to dissolve into a dreamlike constellation of stars. At the front courtyard of Fu Qingyang's grand villa. As the stars rose, Zhang Yuan清 stepped out from the brilliant light, his gaze sweeping across to the blackened figure lying beside the fountain. Zhang Yuanqing stared at the figure for several seconds before hesitantly asking, "The Moral Heavenly Sovereign?" "Laozi is the one with the magical eye..." the black humanoid emitted a weak protest, "I'm exhausted—cut to the chase! First, save me!" An hour later, with the combined efforts of two vials of life essence and the Qingdi Jade Belt, the Magician of the Magical Eye shed his carbonized outer shell and finally pulled back his remaining half-leg from the brink of death. Though his body remained frail, the life essence and the Qingdi's Longevity Technique restored his injuries, replenished his vital energy and strength. Yet the lingering electrical energy within him continued to slowly erode his life force, which would take several days to dissipate. Seated on the sofa in Qian Gongzi's study, the Magician of the Magical Eye took large sips of the costly wine, enjoyed slices of rich ham, and recounted his experiences to the Yuanshǐ Tianzun across the table. Zhang Yuanqing listened intently, forming thoughts and associations based on the information provided by the Magician of the Magical Eye. "Could the struggles among ancient emperors have stemmed from competition over the Five Elements' powers?" Hmm, both absurd and perfectly logical... With Chiyou at its head, the evil faction exploits the conflict between the Yan Huang and Huangdi factions, leaving both weakened and then launches a full-scale assault on the lawful faction... The aberrant beasts observed by the Mage's Eye—those must be the powers of the Mortal-Healer specialist. That Western giant dragon, capable of commanding lightning and wind blades, is likely the very god-king of Greek mythology. This aligns perfectly with the information I gathered on the island of Paphos: the Light God is no longer patient; he has slain the goddess of beauty, precisely because the god-king has journeyed far eastward. The extraordinary creatures recorded in the Shan Hai Jing—could they not be the transformed animals, after all? From both a temporal and logical standpoint, this makes complete sense. In ancient times, practitioners from the three regions maintained regular exchanges, even jointly confronting the evil faction. Yet, if that's the case, why did the third region fall? Could it be that the half-gods of the first and second regions, for some reason, failed to provide support? "After describing the副本 situation, the King of the Mystic Eye raised his hand, gently stroked the left eye covered by a sports headband, and smiled. "I've received a blessing from the Supreme Being. Would you like to take a look?" Zhang Yuanqing immediately became interested, stepping closer and inserting his fingers beneath the headband to gently caress the left eye socket. A few seconds later, the item information appeared: 【Name: The Will of the Divine Mage】 【Type: Organ】 【Function: Receive a Blessing】 【Description: Only the most pure-hearted enchanting spirits can be appreciated by the Supreme Being and receive a blessing through shared combat.】 【Note 1: It can only be used within spiritual realm副本.】 【Note 2: Once the Divine Mage's Will descends, it becomes eternal.】 The second note doesn't feel very promising to me... Zhang Yuanqing furrowed his brows. "You'd better use it cautiously—or perhaps not at all." "The Mage-Eyed King wasn't convinced, his conviction blazing: 'With this, I can support you in becoming the Sovereign of the Sun—our chances aren't zero. By the way, isn't it time for you to begin crafting the Three-Heaven Pill?'" Surveying the room, certain that he had returned to his familiar home, he slammed himself heavily onto the soft bed, the black iron ring on his finger gleaming.