The divine arena. Master Jiang launched himself from the platform, glaring at his companion still pinned with a blade at the back. "We've drawn level at one-to-one. What now? I'm certainly not stepping back onto the field—just let them handle it however they wish." "For the next match, the evil faction will announce their lineup first," Fu Qingxuan said, glancing over at the evil half-deities. "They won't send Ling Tu onto the field, since the Void hasn't yet made its move. Ling Tu would surely perish if he did. The evil faction will likely send Ganser Rayne, the Lord of a Hundred Demons, to battle." "Our winning strategy is clear: select a half-deity to defeat the Lord of a Hundred Demons and secure the second match. Then, the third match will be entrusted to the Void." She turned to the lawful half-deities, continuing her analysis. "The Lord of a Hundred Demons possesses a well-balanced set of abilities—each of the ten demonic forms has its own strengths, excelling in damage, control, and durability. At the 11th tier of rank, I believe only the Void can overcome him. If we're aiming for a The goddess's voice, lazy and warm, murmured, "I can at most ensure my own safety—I won't kill Gonsé Reen. As long as I harm him, he'll surely wake from his enchantment. Of course, after the joy, I can even have him commit suicide, paying a price. I'm not averse to enjoying the pleasure in your presence, but my love for the魔君 is pure and true, and I often feel I'm falling short of doing enough for him." Her tone and expression carried the potency of a powerful aphrodisiac, drawing the orderly half-divines' attention with steady interest. Fu Qingxuan, however, could hardly help rolling her eyes. She acknowledged the goddess's reasoning, yet, as a peak scout with the gift of perceiving all things, she clearly sensed that the goddess was unwilling to step forward and fight on the front lines for the Star Sovereign. She could handle team battles, but refused to risk her life on the battlefield. This woman, much like the Void, still held onto her longing for the Primordial Sovereign beyond. On a personal level, Fu Qingxuan certainly supported the Primordial Sovereign—she had a genuine fondness for him and admired him Yet the scouts remain rational. After the Sun's realm was activated, Yuanshiben lost her qualification to vie for the title of Sun Sovereign. Her sole task now became clear: to shatter the forces of evil and assist the Star Sovereign in securing the Sun's essence. The Void Grandmaster spoke calmly: "The Demon Queen is simply underperforming—she's being sent off without a fight. Surely you don't believe the forces of evil were unprepared for this, do you? This battle can only be won by me stepping in. The rank of Supreme Lord of the Multitudes is beyond what you can muster. Moreover, don't forget that the deities of the Free Covenant share the same divine profession as he—definitely holding back their strongest forces. Aside from me, anyone else who steps up will fall." As he spoke, the forces of evil indeed dispatched a middle-aged white man in a black suit and white shirt—Ganse Rayne, the Supreme Lord of the Multitudes. Upon entering the field, the Grandmaster of the Bio-Alchemy Society immediately removed his suit, shirt, leather shoes, and trousers, leaving only a black four-cornered pantsuit. He revealed a powerful, granite-like physique, every muscle He folded his suit, shirt, and pants into neat squares and arranged his shoes beside them. Once he had finished setting out the clothes and shoes, the Void Elder stood ten meters away, arms crossed, curious: "Is this some special ritual meant to please the Supreme Being?" "No!" responded the Lord of a Hundred Demons, his face displaying a wild, animal-like coldness, devoid of human emotion. "Why not?" the Void Half-Deity asked casually, as if chatting over a simple matter. "Can't it just be because they're expensive?" The Lord of a Hundred Demons remained expressionless: "Clothing is a key distinction between humans and beasts. Even the offspring of divine demigods, no matter how powerful, never realize they need clothes. On the other hand, even the most humble human will always feel they need at least one piece of clothing. Clothing symbolizes human modesty—modesty is the expression of morality, and morality is the foundation of civilization. Therefore, clothing marks the beginning of civilization and is sacred." "Master Chairman," clapping with vigor, "I'm truly enlightened—your evil half-gods are all talents, with such depth in their words." The Lord of a Hundred Demons' pupils turned to a pale, stone-gray hue, and two beams of pale light shot forth. These beams pierced through the ethereal half-gods, splashing against the arena's incantation barrier, creating vast patches of whitened, fragmented stone-like armor—like scattered plates of stone. No energy or matter could reach the ethereal half-gods unless it came from a higher-tier rule. As if summoned from another realm, the ethereal half-gods appeared silently, vanishing without a sound, and materializing before the Lord of a Hundred Demons, who then raised his fist and delivered a direct, forceful blow to the face. "Ola! Ola! Ola!" The Chairman, wearing a silver mask, swiftly teleported around the Lord of a Hundred Demons, flashing in and out in all directions—each time he reappeared, he unleashed a wave of thunderous punches, delivering dozens per second, shaking the Lord of a Hundred Demons' body with each impact. The melee capabilities of the Void occupation are far from weak. At the Saint level, its core skills are "Trade" and "Fighter." Of course, the Void Fighter lacks any special buffs—unlike the Swordsman with his sword aura or the Blood-Soaking Spirit with its bleeding effect—relying purely on raw strength. Thus, despite the Void half-divine's seemingly vigorous maneuvers, he actually fails to break through the opponent's defenses. Ganser Rien took a deep breath and exhaled a thick, purple mist that spread out in all directions. Immediately, the Void half-divine halted his punches and teleported to a distance away. While the toxic mist at level 11 may not kill him outright, it certainly leaves him in a weakened state. Ganser Rien continued to release more and more mist, even expelling fine, column-like streams of purple vapor from his pores, which constantly surged and expanded in every direction. The Void half-divine raised a pale gray staff and gently waved it: "Gale!" A low rumble echoed, and a strong wind swept across the vast arena, lifting the toxic mist and scattering it toward the sides and sky. A few minutes later, the wind carried the toxic smoke to the end of the arena, but the purple mist was halted by the barrier, instead flowing back in layers, rolling and surging. Amidst the swirling purple vapor, the voice of the Lord of Ten Thousand Demons resonated: "You haven't noticed, have you? The arena's barrier prevents any substance infused with spiritual energy from passing through—this is to ensure spectators don't intervene in the match. Likewise, the space within the arena is sealed off; no one can escape, no matter what means they use. You cannot teleport away, nor can you transport any objects from the arena. You can only fight me within the shroud of toxic smoke." The Master of the Void sighed, "As someone who values freedom, fighting within a cage does feel rather challenging." He brought his palms together and gently rubbed them. As he rubbed, the space before him seemed to be punctured, and a surge of airflow rushed into the opening. Purple toxic smoke flowed swiftly toward the opening, like water in a pond, visibly thinning on the arena. Suddenly, the mist surged violently, and a tall demonic figure burst forth from the "thick fog," his membranous wings stirring fierce winds. Pale hues surged in his eye sockets, radiating like Superman firing laser beams, spewing two beams of light. The chairman, still rubbing the air, entered a state of ethereal transparency, ignoring the petrifying beams, continuing to rub until the purple mist on the arena completely vanished. In his hands, he now held a dense, tangible purple orb, as if solid. "Thank you for the precious materials," he said. A small sapling appeared above his head, growing continuously into a towering tree resembling a Christmas tree, with its spire adorned with an array of items—brightly colored, diverse, and abundant, as though stepping into a department store. The semi-divine figure extended his hand toward the tree's crown, and a black, sharp saber descended, landing firmly in his hands. The next instant, he appeared behind the Lord of a Hundred Demons, his saber sweeping across. "Poof!" The saber sliced deeply along the demon's lumbar region—its hindquarters tipped with a sharp horn and covered in membranous wings—carving a gash that flowed with dark red blood, like a flood bursting its banks, unstoppable. In his words, there is clear confidence in Ganser Raine. On the stage, the Cromi demon embodying the Sovereign of a Hundred Deities flashes sharply with a keen, rectangular gaze. Once again, thick waves of purple vapor surge from his nasal and oral passages, not dispersing but instead accumulating in layers around him, fully enveloping him and forming a defensive domain. The purpose of this defensive domain is to ensure that during his transitions between forms, he remains unharmed by attacks from the Void. Not every form possesses strong defensive or regenerative capabilities. With the protective veil of purple vapor, if the Void dares to close in and strike, he welcomes such assaults—willing to suffer for the sake of the three lives of his three-headed hell hounds. Within the surging purple vapor, the Cromi form undergoes rapid transformation—its body lengthens from three meters to six meters, yet remains slender, with a delicate waist and long, graceful legs, and a rounded, smooth shoulder structure. A layer of keratin resembling a female-specific armor covers its surface. Its face is adorned with a bone-faced mask, beneath which gleams a pair of bright golden eyes. She cried out in a soprano voice: "Wanderer!" The Void Grand Master, wielding his chopping sword, underwent an instant transformation—his spine elongated, his body folding into a匍匐 posture, his legs becoming hind limbs, scales emerging across his surface, horns protruding from his head, and his eyes transforming into vertical amber eyes. Under the pressure of the positional dominance, he directly became an ugly, form-uncanny monster. "Rewarding 12% experience points—slightly lower than that of Paphos Island, I suppose. The Shu Mountain dungeon isn't particularly challenging; strength primarily lies in the bosses and elite monsters, and for me, neither poses much difficulty. I hope these two Sancai Dan pills will help me reach level nine." Zhang Yuanqing opened his inventory, took out two golden-red pills the size of a pigeon's egg, and swallowed them whole while the infusion of the Sun God's power was still ongoing. At this moment, the two gentle, brilliant streams of starlight began to harmonize the turbulent Yin and Yang, calming their restlessness and coldness, and guiding the direction of their respective energies. The meridians and cells scorched by the Sun were cooled and repaired by the Yin; the organs and muscles frozen by the Yin were thawed and nourished by the Sun. The power of the stars resembled the curved line at the center of the Taijiquan fish, smoothly guiding the orderly operation of Yin and Yang. Zhang Yuanqing's suffering gradually subsided, and his spirit and body eagerly absorbed the spiritual energy until a voice from the spiritual realm reached his ears: 【Congratulations! You have advanced to Level Nine!】 The solar emblem representing his character card suddenly brightened, then surged into his awareness like a hot iron, appearing within the golden realm of his mind. This golden sun in the inner world rose steadily, continuously, until it finally stabilized, becoming a warm, steady golden sun, radiating a gentle, consistent golden glow. Zhang Yuanqing naturally mastered the Level Nine "Sun-Wandering Immortal" skill— —the Will of the Sun! The authority of the Sun's Will lies in infusing the sovereign's will into the power of the Sun Deity. The Sun Deity's power is no longer merely spiritual energy—it now embodies the owner's will. The stronger the owner's will, the more potent the Sun Deity's power becomes. In tangible form: Zhang Yuanqing shoots a golden arrow that carries his will, which then continuously tracks the enemy until it strikes or until the will within the arrow is depleted. For instance, he can use golden flames to scorch his enemies, and as long as the will within the flames remains unbroken, they will continue to burn. Given the strength of the Day-Wandering Deity's spirit, only the Illusionist among the various professions can match it. Golden flames infused with the Day-Wandering Deity's will are fundamentally unbreakable and cannot be extinguished. Furthermore, when the Sun's Will combines with the phenomenon of sunrise, it forms a rule-based skill known as "Sunlight." The rule of Sunlight is: "Sunlight spreads universally, bringing forth all life; yet, when the light fades, all things are extinguished." The flourishing of all things embodies the vitality and vigor of life, symbolizing self-healing—but it cannot be applied to oneself, because the essence of "the flourishing of all things" lies in lending one's own life to others. It can be used on others, but not on oneself. When all things fade away represents an advanced, strengthened version of the "dawn" ability, endowing the inherent rule of inevitable decay. "I now command the power of the rules!" Zhang Yuanqing looked at the charred skeleton left by Nü Ba, his eyes clear and composed, devoid of any emotion. After advancing to the ninth rank, the divine power of the arrows of desire had been purified, along with all distractions; his thoughts had never been clearer, and his emotions were so subdued that they scarcely stirred, becoming calm, even detached. Soon, the countdown ended, and Zhang Yuanqing vanished from the Shu Mountain realm.