The White Emperor's Crown is woven from silvery silkworm thread, with embedded metal, feeling cool to the touch and exuding a subtle, sharp vitality. When someone wears the crown and looks directly at the wearer, they experience a stinging sensation as if needles are piercing their eyes. A few seconds later, the item information appears: 【Name: White Emperor's Crown】 【Type: Crown】 【Function: Head-cutting】 【Description: Woven from ice silk, its core forged from the ancient sword embryo. For three years, nine of the most accomplished swordmasters from the Qin Dynasty have nurtured it with their sword intentions. On the day the crown was completed, all nine swordmasters were severed from their bodies, their spirits merging into the crown as its spirit-being. This crown can cut off a person's head; it offers neither defense nor evasion.】 【Note 1: It is one of the components of the celestial ritual robe. The remaining three pieces are: boots, belt, and robe. It is said that when all four pieces of the set are assembled, one can communicate with the Heavenly Sovereign.】 【Note 2: The wearer is continuously plagued by the resentment of the nine swordmasters “To me, resentment and pain are utterly insignificant…” Zhang Yuan thought, wondering which foolish yuanguan dared to trouble the Nine-Rank Sun God—surely they must be going mad from wanting to be reborn. He slightly bowed his head and donned the regalia crafted from ice silkworm silk—the White Emperor’s crown. As soon as he placed the crown upon his head, a sharp pain surged in his chest, as though he had undergone a root canal procedure without anesthesia—so intense that he broke into a cold sweat. At the same time, nine thick streams of yin qi penetrated his awareness, transforming into nine ragged, fierce ghosts. These ghosts lifted their heads toward the lukewarm sun hovering above his mind’s realm, shrieked, and then dissolved into vapor—neither reborn nor fully released, but instead retreating and staying confined within the crown, no longer daring to emerge. Zhang Yuan took a deep breath, calming the electric, pulsing pain radiating from his dental nerves, and then successively drew out the Yin-Yang robe, the Hou-Tu boots, and the Qing Emperor’s jade sash. He aimed to activate the full suite of regalia effects and attempt to establish communication with the Heavenly Sovere "Heh~" The Yin-Yang robe splits into crimson and deep indigo hues. The crimson unfurls behind him, forming a blazing flame cloak that flutters dynamically. The indigo hues settle upon his body, transforming into a sleek black robe embroidered with silver phoenix motifs, exuding quiet elegance and refined grace. A vibrant, luminous green sash at his waist adds a soft, warm radiance, harmonizing with the depth of the black robe and the boldness of the flame cloak. His elegant, rich golden silk boots emit a solid, commanding presence. The hanging pearl crown, resting gracefully at his brow, serves as the final touch, clearly highlighting his imperial dignity and regal aura. The Five Elements are now fully manifested! A thick, hazy earth essence, tinged with yellow, spreads beneath Zhang Yuanqing's feet, extending continuously to cover the entire map of the Mo Sect's mechanical city, causing mountains to rise with a resonant "thunderous" sound. The white imperial crown projects a radiant white light beam toward the sky, which then disperses into countless streams of light, settling upon the ground and the mountains, thus giving rise to stone formations. The black robe flows like a rushing river, cascading down the mountains to From the jade sash of emerald hue, birds and beasts surge forth, scattering patches of green light—thus the forest comes to life, filled with creatures everywhere. The flame cloak swells with a mighty "hoo," igniting mountains and plains, consuming the very image of flourishing life. Amidst the ashes, tender green saplings push through the soil, clear springs seeping from stone crevices—another wave of life thrives and flourishes. Zhang Yuanqing stands still, quietly observing the five elements—generating and overcoming one another, cycling endlessly. After an indeterminate length of time, the cyclical energy of the five elements begins to flow back, returning to his body. Then, a vortex appears at his chest, the five elements swirling and pouring into its center. "Boom!" The vortex absorbs the elements and explodes, spewing forth boundless chaos. This chaos lands upon the earth, transforming the land into chaos. When it falls into the sky, the very concept of sky vanishes, becoming a colorless expanse of chaos. The Mòzōng Organ City raid collapsed swiftly, reverting within just a few seconds to a primordial, formless chaos devoid of any sense of time or space. Amidst this boundless, unending expanse—where no horizon could be seen in any direction—a beam of celestial light descended from an infinite height. The Heavenly Emperor had arrived! The Flame God was about to step down onto the arena for a life-or-death battle, but was gently held back by the young sapling: "Let's observe, let's observe..." Fu Qingxuan's sword energy surged around her, pressing down on the distortions in her body with the strength of "unyielding resolve." Her thoughts raced through her mind at lightning speed, her mind operating at peak capacity, and she declared: "I surrender. I'll use my points to avoid the life-or-death match and secure the Void first. 'Abandon the individual match, and we lose at most one array. In the worst case, our outcome shifts from 'holding three, gaining two' to 'holding two, gaining three.' The Wine God has already fallen, and in team battles, we still hold the advantage." She looked at the Smoker, whose status had clearly surpassed Level 11 and now reached the Level 12 tier, continuously growing stronger, and maintained her calm tone: "The Smoker excels in one-on-one battles, but is not invincible in team engagements." Although I privately enjoy drinking milk tea and showcasing chocolate beans, I know only that I am a good general. The more urgent the situation, the more calmly one can make judgments—no matter what the circumstances, one always possesses a steady mind. The Sea Emperor, known for his fiery temperament not inferior to that of the Fire Sage, furrowed his brow in rebuttal: "A malevolent half-divinity can draw strength from the 'invaders'; during team battles, we face even greater danger." He glanced at the malevolent half-divinities, clearly implying that in single combat, they pose a threat, but in team engagements, each of them can draw strength from the invaders. Fu Qingxuan sneered: "You may have the temperament of the Fire Sage, but not the intellect! Use your mind. If the malevolent half-divinities can collectively draw strength from the 'invaders,' why go through the motions of performing these displays? In the earlier core contest of formations, the lawful half-divinities were completely wiped out. If my observations are correct, the realm's capacity to withstand hyper-tiered powers is limited. Should they collectively draw strength, the countermeasures of the spiritual realm will activate—perhaps then, it will actually be advantageous to us." The lawful half-divinities nodded slightly, acknowledging her analysis. Though they had never used the Universal Mall exchange tickets, as beings of half-divine rank, they were well aware that administrator privileges were limited. Currently, Maoyan's rank had surpassed level 12, and was approaching the threshold of the legendary level 13. In the assessments of the half-divine beings, level 13 signified the attainment of full administrator privileges, becoming the supreme, unique professional authority—once achieved, the "half" in "half-divine" would be fully eliminated, thus becoming a true deity. In other words, to defeat Maoyan, a Void half-divine would have to attain full administrator status. Yet this was impossible. First, numerous professions across the Spiritual Realm already possessed half-divine beings, each occupying a share of privileges—some even holding multiple shares—and the Universal Mall could not simply seize these. Second, the Spiritual Realm's continued operation relied not only on its core causal artifacts but also on the active influence of the half-divine authorities, meaning the Realm itself already held a portion of administrator privileges. Thus, the Void Half-Deity could only exchange for scattered 10-level powers among the various professions. Three such 10-level authorities were equivalent to three 10-level Half-Deities—still insufficient to defeat a peak 12-level or even a smoldering 13-level Deity. At this moment, the only viable option for the Lawful faction was to use points to forgo the life-or-death battle. While the chances of victory remained slim, they had to act now—before the Void wasted its current Half-Deity items. They needed to conclude the arena matches and focus on team combat, which was their only path to success. "Who's this supposed to intimidate?" the Void Half-Deity, wearing a silver mask and bare-chested, scoffed, gazing at the massive, grotesque smoldering Deity, then turned to his companions and declared, "Hold on—this is my moment to impress!" Without waiting for a response from the Lawful Half-Deities, he steadied himself against the trunk of the Ten-Thousand-宝 Tree, his voice resonating like a chant: "Great Universal Marketplace, I hereby trade my Hurricane Origin to you, in exchange A gentle voice from the spiritual realm resonates: 【Universal Marketplace Evaluation: Hurricane Origin, one of the Administrator privileges, an item at the Half-Deity stage. Evaluation complete!】 【Items to be exchanged: Shield of the Holy Knight, Sword of the Holy Knight… Ding! Unable to exchange for the Holy Knight's Armor. A random Administrator privilege will now be assigned to you… Ding! Assignment complete. Item name: The Remnant of the Empress Waha!】 【You will now possess the power of three Administrator privileges, valid for three minutes. Timer begins: 02:58:80.】 【Ding! Exchange complete!】 Two beams of golden light, radiating dignity and solemnity, descend and merge into the semi-deity’s body. A yellow bronze circular shield, engraved with relief carvings of fortifications, forms in his left hand, while a straight yellow bronze sword, four feet long, emerges in his right. Instantly, the semi-deity’s aura surges dramatically, advancing into the mid-stage of the Half-Deity realm. Then, a subsequent ethereal female figure descends and merges within him, her presence intensifying once more—but without elev "Xiaohou was furious," said half-divine Xiaohou, "What significance does it hold? What significance does it hold?!" By uniting the half-divine items from the four major professions, Xūngōng indeed now possessed the capability to stand alone against Mòyān. Even if he fell, he could rely on the survival and endurance abilities of the "Void" and "Musician" professions. Yet—what significance did this hold? His own status was time-limited, while Mòyān's duration remained unknown to their own forces. Moreover, the invaders were already encircling the instance from outside, requiring support whenever it was needed. Mòyān's duration was surely longer than Xūngōng's. When Xūngōng's status expired, he would still perish—wasting the "Hurricane Origin" power in the process. At this point, it is the most reasonable and safest choice for the Lawful to surrender and use their points to豁免 the life-or-death battle. Facing the Smoldering Ones head-on would be profoundly unwise, even risking the Lawful's chance to compete for the core of the formation. As a player, encountering such an unexpected move, his first reaction would certainly not be one of delight. On the stage, the heads of the beasts upon the Smoldering One's body roar in unison, creating a sharp, chaotic wave of sound that shakes the entire instance—comparable to the noise level of a small nation's instance space, filled with the echoes of beastly roars. The Lawful and the Evil Half-Deities undergo further transformations, with their very status struggling to contain the tendency to distort. Even under the constraints of the stage's magic, their transformations are profound. The Chancellor, directly facing the Smoldering One, suddenly expands in size, undergoing a terrifying transformation—his scales, feathers, and horn-like textures constantly alternating. This kind of distortion cannot be avoided even by the power of Void Stealth. "Stop shouting! Stop shouting!" The grotesque, deformed monster's abdomen swelled, as if pregnant, then ruptured, revealing the bare-bodied Lord President. With the authority granted by the "Wahuang's Remnant," he allowed his old body to nurture and give birth to a new version of himself, thus overcoming the distortion. Seizing the moment before the second wave of distortions roared forth, the celestial half-being opened his inventory: "Let everyone witness the true divinity!" In everyone's stunned gaze, he pulled out a radiant golden armor that flowed over his body like water, automatically donning it. At the very instant the armor, shield, and straight sword converged, each erupted in a surge of brilliant bronze light, undergoing a transformation. Instantly, the entire spiritual realm instance trembled, triggering a seismic upheaval. For the first time since the realm's inception, a being who had fully assembled the divine authority emerged. The incantation seal encircling the arena developed dense cracks, and small landmasses could no longer withstand the divine power, fracturing and collapsing. The entire arena shudders, resonating with a deep, thunderous roar. The two great factions of demi-gods are struck dumb, instinctively retreating from the arena toward the periphery. In that moment, all they can think of is to flee—just as humans would face a charging tiger or a raging fire, knowing that, in their smallness, they can do nothing but run. Even Virā! The ethereal demi-god, clad in golden armor, though physically slender, commands an overwhelming presence. The eyes of the smoldering beings close one by one; the heads of the beasts lower in deference, their serpents coiling up as if encountering a true predator. The ethereal demi-god stands firm, sword in hand, his voice solemn and unwavering, devoid of emotion: "By the name of the Knight, I declare: here, transformation shall not occur, petrification shall not take place, and the Smolders shall not endure!" The rules are established! The Smoldering being's massive form begins to disintegrate and dissolve, thick, muddy sludge gushing forth from its pores. Amidst the cascading splashes of mud, it fully melts into a The mud pit eventually dried up, losing its vitality. "Just two more minutes—eliminate them all..." The High Lord of the Void directed his gaze toward the evil demigods fleeing into the distance. The thought had only just formed in his mind when his vision suddenly blurred, and one of his eyes rolled out through the gap in his faceplate. Then, within the armor, his body began to melt like a wax figure, his flesh flowing like thick wax. He had been reversed! The demigod form, wielding divine power—power not inherent to his own class—had now been overwhelmed. Thick streams of flesh poured from the seams of the armor, as his body and bones dissolved, causing his straight sword and shield to fall, and the standing golden armor to tilt and collapse.