The Master of Taigong descended from above, entering the vast arena that resembled a miniature landmass. With his arrival, a powerful, unstoppable force poured down from infinite heights, enveloping the arena skyward and forming an unbreakable seal. At the same time, the spiritual realm's voice echoed: 【The match has no time limit and continues until one party perishes—defined as complete annihilation of both form and spirit!】 【Until a decisive winner is determined, no contestant may enter or leave the arena. To be exempted from death through points, at least six participants must collectively shout: "We give up the match!"】 The Half-Deity of the Void lowered himself, approaching the outer layer of the seal, and extended his hand to test it—feeling a tangible yet invisible, solid barrier. After focusing and sensing for several seconds, he said: "It's the combined strength of spatial and defensive forces, drawn from the Void and Earth-Beast professions. Hmm, I now understand why I've always been unable to locate the second authority of the Void, and why I've been unable to advance to level eleven." "Since the remaining authority has been privately absorbed by the Spirit Realm, the Spirit Realm must possess corresponding authority to sustain its operations—what can be granted to Spirit Realm practitioners can only be a portion of it." The sea emperor, his beard partially concealing his face, chuckled. "Did you just realize this? Do you know what the reason is—why half-gods, despite holding administrator privileges, are unable to influence the Spirit Realm? It's because the sun, moon, and stars have not aligned!" To the half-gods, this was common knowledge; the sea emperor was clearly mocking the verbose, space-based half-god. The other half-gods remained silent, focused on the arena. "The Spirit Tectonic's analysis is correct—the Order of Balance indeed sent you to fight." Old Ma smiled, removed his wine flask from his waist, and took a long sip before saying, "I've been trying to defeat you to end this prolonged conflict early." The headmaster of the Tai Monastery remained calm and composed, neither surprised nor hurried, his voice resonant and layered: "That's quite a challenge!" "I'd also like to know just how strong the Star Sovereign truly is," Old Ma exclaimed, spilling The wine formed a "mist," drifting toward the Master of Taiguan. His wine could not only intoxicate the body but also numb the spirit; its aroma could seep through qi, skin, and even objects, and could not be diluted. No matter what methods were employed, the wine's aroma could not be stopped from permeating. Even half-divine强者 who inhaled it initially experienced symptoms of drunkenness—muscles turning stiff and limbs weak—eventually losing consciousness of their spirit and falling into deep sleep. The Master of Taiguan, clad in a robe of starlight, remained motionless, a blazing golden sun rising behind his head. "Shh-shh..." The wine mist, spreading across the entire sky, rapidly evaporated in the golden light, its embedded qi dissipating, leaving only pure steam. Suddenly, Old Mai turned his head to the left, his eyes flashing with disarray. A fist emerged from the void on the left, grazing his cheek diagonally and striking just an inch away from his right ear. The force of this punch was unimaginable, causing ripples in space and emitting a sharp, resonant crack. The phantom image of the Taiguan Master faded, and his true form appeared to the left of Old Mc. The punch delivered moments earlier was precisely his assault. As the spatial ripples arrived, Old Mc retreated one step—covering hundreds of meters—and thus avoided the substantial afterwave of the punch. He stared at the Taiguan Master, now a mere black dot to the untrained eye, and expressed his astonishment: "You've managed to perform illusions and night-wandering within the domain of the Day God? This has never been seen before. The Day God's power is so dominant that it suppresses all spiritual energies—including the innate powers of the Stars and the Moon. Consequently, when a Day-Wanderer channels the Day's domain, the powers of the Moon and the Stars become ineffective, reducing their attack capabilities to a singular form. That is precisely why Old Mc is so surprised. He turns his head toward the spiritual artisan outside, hoping to observe the Taiguan Master's expression. Yet, the artisan is wearing a hood, concealing both his face and gaze. The Master of Taiyuan vanished once more, the hundreds of meters between them instantly erased, his fist probing out again from the left side of Old Ma. Old Ma turned slowly, his eyes brimming with the chaotic energy. "Thud!" The dark golden fist struck Old Ma squarely on the head. Instantly, the head, now streaked with silver hair, exploded like a watermelon, its brain tissue and flesh flung outward in a single direction, scattering like fine sand under the force of the shockwave. With his head gone, Old Ma hurried forward, appearing at the edge of the arena several kilometers away. Meanwhile, the scattered brain tissues, as though time had reversed, flowed back toward his body and coalesced into a complete, intact head at his neck. The Wine God’s most powerful technique is distortion, and the ultimate form of distortion is inversion! Inversion in up-down, left-right, front-back—and even, life and death. The Master of the Stars materialized as a streak of light, appearing a hundred meters beyond Old Ma, not rushing to attack, but simply watching him silently. Old Maclay's eyes were filled with shock, and he stammered, "You—you couldn't possibly have defeated me!" The Master of the Tai Men's eyes shone with starlight, his tone calm. "It was calculated." "Impossible!" Maclay narrowed his eyes, fixing him with steady gaze. "The Master of Tai Yin predicted your move and specifically bestowed upon me a hidden protection. You couldn't have anticipated my counterattack." The Master of the Stars could only adjust his strategy if he could see precisely how much advantage his own fists would gain in the river of fate. Even then, after being distorted, he had to land the precise blow. Yet this was impossible—because he had that hidden protection, everything about him remained invisible to the Master of the Stars. The Master of the Stars remained cool. "Prediction doesn't always require magic—it demands intelligence. I can predict without relying on celestial observation. The results of my prediction cannot be shielded." "What the Master of Tai Yin can shield is only information at the level of magic. "Having said that, he once again crossed a hundred meters, striking from the same angle and with the same force, his fist shattering the old麦's head. The scene repeated itself—this time, from afar, the old麦 completed the reassembly of his head, his eyes filled not only with astonishment but also with deep apprehension. He now knew for certain that the Star Sovereign could correct both angle and direction even when distorted, ensuring his fist landed precisely on him. The only limitation was that he could not execute consecutive attacks—each time he needed to pause and recalibrate, thus every punch required a brief interlude of rest. With this in mind, the old麦 prepared to launch a proactive assault, using a rapid, dynamic rhythm of attacks to leave the Star Sovereign unable to recalibrate, constantly on the defensive. A gray, chaotic energy surged from within him, seeping into the surrounding space and altering its "color," thus polluting the very realm. In an instant, the Star Sovereign's perception became distorted, his sense of direction blurred, his bodily coordination disrupted, and even his thoughts were twisted. "After six decades of practice, I've only refined two spells that truly count as my favorites. Now you get to witness the first one." The Lord of the Stars' face was as rigid and expressionless as a sculpture, his voice resonant and layered, giving the impression of a machine. The robe woven from starlight that draped upon him detached from his body and transformed into a humanoid form composed entirely of pure starlight. The starlight within his eyes instantly faded, and then a thick, viscous black smoke surged upward from his head, coalescing on his left into a perfectly formed figure made of pure yin energy, surrounded by a diffuse aura of yin. "One breath, three clear essences?" the Chairman exclaimed, astonished, "Well, the title of the Prime Origin Celestial is now gone." The lawful half-deities paid little attention to his rambling, yet both surprised and delighted—having seen the Lord of the Stars transcend the limitations of the Sun-Wanderer and manifest the powers of starlight and the lunar domain already filled them with wonder. It turned out he could unify his three domains—Taiyin, Xingchen, and Taiyang—into three distinct, powerful incarnations. These three incarnations, centered on Xingchen, held semi-divine status; Taiyin and Taiyang surpassed peak dominators but still fell short of full semi-divine rank. Old Mac gazed at the three incarnations, his expression filled with bewilderment. While already achieving the extraordinary feat of manifesting a phantom realm during the day and traversing the night, the idea of splitting his three domain powers into three separate, potent forms was utterly unprecedented. He felt a sense of bewilderment reminiscent of a hundred years ago, when he had just begun his journey—lacking both common sense and knowledge of the spiritual realms, unfamiliar with opponents' skill combinations and tactical formations. At that moment, the incarnation of the Fiery Sun War God stepped forward, coalescing into a bow. Standing at a distance, he drew it, nocked an arrow, and launched a steady stream of arrows. "Shh-shh-shh…" A dense barrage of arrows surged forth, forming a continuous rain of flight from the Fiery Sun War God. Most of these golden arrows curved along distorted paths, grazing Elder Ma or passing through his feet, but several struck their mark, igniting golden flames. Could a single embodiment still perform foresight?! Elder Ma was startled—having previously assumed that once the stellar embodiment had been separated, the Li Yang War God's duplicate no longer possessed the ability to foresee. It now appeared that the three embodiments remained unified. Then, he would attack them one by one. Elder Ma opened his inventory, pulling out a towering staff two meters high, wrapped in grape vines, topped with a cluster of pine cones, and bearing a cascade of wheat ears. He swung the staff with force, sweeping it forward. Instantly, the Li Yang War God's duplicate turned its head backward, its arms transforming into legs that extended to its shoulders, forming a lively, haphazard humanoid figure. Seizing the moment when the opponent's body was distorted, Elder Ma twisted the distance between them, positioning himself beside the Li Yang War God, and then brought his two-meter staff crashing down. The staff is equally an invincible weapon, capable of shattering the divided form of the Sun-Bringer War God. Suddenly, a fist appears on the right side of Old Mac, the Moon-Body manifesting, striking with the same angle and position, delivering a powerful blow. Crack! The air bursts with a crisp sound—this time, the fist misses. With the staff enhancing his power, Old Mac's twisting force significantly intensifies, causing the Star Sovereign's predictions to falter. Boom! Radiant light rises behind Old Mac, delivering a heavy blow that collapses space, instantly shattering his upper body. The Star Sovereign's form completes its execution. In a clash between two half-gods, the pursuit is often for maximum output rather than dazzling effects. Though the Star Sovereign's three punches appear simple and unadorned, they are capable of directly fracturing a half-god's physical form. Each punch consumes a portion of the opponent's spiritual essence and energy. Just as Old Ma's body had completed its reformation, the Sun God of Battle, leveraging the inherent properties of the Divine Power of the Sun, purified the distortions and held a long sword forged from concentrated solar energy. A flash of golden light surged forward, sweeping to Old Ma's side, and the sword descended vertically. Old Ma swept his staff horizontally, sending the Sun God flying. As he prepared to activate his distortion skill, he noticed a rising aura of shadow behind him and promptly turned to block. The three incarnations worked in seamless coordination, tightly ensnaring Old Ma. While the Sun God launched the primary attacks—each time being momentarily subdued by the distortion force—the sheer potency of the solar power weakened each distortion, making it difficult to fully incapacitate him. Whenever Old Ma attempted to strike back, the Moon Incarnation inevitably appeared to attack and disrupt. Occasionally, he received strength transmitted through his staff, enabling him to momentarily counter the Sun and Moon incarnations, only for the Star Incarnation to intervene and disrupt his progress each time he gained the upper hand. The Stellar Avatar functions like a central processing unit, directing the actions of the two subsidiary avatars—Liyang and Taiyin—transmitting strategic insights and providing critical support at crucial moments to resolve their crises. Old Ma swiftly adjusted his strategy, targeting the vital points of the Stellar Avatar, aiming to strike at the root by first capturing the key. The Stellar Avatar remained calm and composed; each time Old Ma deployed a large-scale domain—such as amplifying and intensifying the effects of drunkenness through his staff, delighting the enemy—The Stellar Avatar summoned the Day-Wandering Deity, leveraging the power of the Sun Deity to weaken the opponent's abilities. When Old Ma shifted to close combat, the Stellar Avatar retreated to a distance, avoiding direct engagement. After a grueling series of battles, the owner of the Wine God Club found his spiritual energy replenishment gradually falling behind his consumption. His eyes lost their confidence and composure, his face more serious than ever before. With one finger pointing skyward and the other toward the ground, he declared solemnly, "Twisted!" Instantly, within the seal, above the heavens, a completely inverted world emerged. The stage of this world has been inverted, forming a mirror image of the real world. Between the two realms, a hazy, chaotic energy reaches its peak, constantly influencing the beings within. Deep within his familiar domain, he immediately disrupted the rules spanning the surrounding five hundred meters—what was once certain to go left now went right, what went right now went down, what went down now went up, and what went up now went backward. The rules here now lie in complete disorder, rendering even precise predictions of his next movement impossible. For here, there are no rules—only pure chaos and disorder—no one knows what changes the rules might bring in the next instant. The Lord of the Stars indeed has not yet intervened, remaining outside the five-hundred-meter radius. Old Mac raises his staff before him and chants the incantation. A hazy divine force flows through the replica's barrier, penetrates the stage's enchantments, and settles upon the staff. Suddenly, Old Mc's station elevated once more, with clear signs of surpassing the 11th level. His aura grew distant, mysterious, and majestic, and the chaos within his 500-meter domain intensified, with even the air currents becoming disordered. More critically, the Twisted Realm seemed to come to life, the two worlds—opposite in nature—fusing rapidly and seamlessly. The Lawful Half-Deities all raised their heads, gazing toward the infinite heights. Their greatest fear had finally materialized. Previously, the "Intruders" had sought to wrest control of the Spiritual Realm from the Lawful faction; now, as the encroachment deepened, the situation had reversed. While the Evil faction now possessed divine beings capable of influencing the Spiritual Realm, the Lawful side had none. "This is bad!" the Void Half-Deity exhaled a breath of cool air. "If this continues, within the next sixty seconds, the two worlds will fully merge, and all rules, beings, and structures within them will fall into chaos, ultimately leading to extinction." The Twisted Realm was the strongest ability of the Bacchus, an extension of the Half-Deity's authority, and now even Old Mc said solemnly, "Among the second district, only the White Tiger Marshal can break through the Twisted Realm. And now, the Twisted Realm is stronger and more solid than before. 'Too One, is your attack sufficient?"