The semi-liquid blood and flesh flowed across the ground, pulsing and undulating, drawing a human shape as it stretched out. Then bones regenerated, veins, muscle fibers, and fat growing upon their surfaces, followed by organs and skin—layer by layer, a living person was reassembled, as if being 3D printed. The one who had been reborn was none other than the Master of the Void. He opened his inventory, took out a silver mask and donned it, picked up the golden armor lying on the ground, disregarding the shield and sword. After securing the armor, he stepped forward into the muddy pool formed by the melting of the Smoker, bent down, and after a few seconds of searching, retrieved two items: a black heart perforated with pores, and a dark golden female mask. Both were semi-divine artifacts. "It's absolutely exhilarating to compete at the peak level," said the Master of the Void, as he placed the two supreme items of the Mortal Poisoner profession into his inventory. Behind him, the bronze shield and the knight's straight sword gradually faded away. The time limit expired, and the Universal Marketplace reclaimed two half-divine artifacts. A female figure, her face blurred, drifted out from atop the Void Grand Master's head, dissolving into a mist and vanishing. The revival she achieved just now was made possible by the power of the Nüwang's remains, allowing her to rise from the dead once more—this was the very foundation upon which she had built her confidence in gathering divine strength. Of course, if the third half-divine item obtained had not been the Nüwang's remains, it would have made no difference, as there were still two half-divine musicians present on the field. The incantation encircling the arena gradually faded away, and the small landmass (the arena), which had partially collapsed, restored itself to its original state. The half-divine beings who had fled returned to the arena's forecourt, each filled with lingering awe and trepidation—this was their first genuine experience of the might of the deities. Though only a single strike! The overwhelming force sent them trembling, the sheer presence of power utterly uncontrollable. Since becoming half-divine and reaching the pinnacle, they had rarely felt their own insignificance. Today, they had truly experienced it. At the same time, they developed an unprecedented yearning for complete managerial authority. Lingtuo gazed deeply into the eyes of the Star Sovereign, laughing bitterly in rage: "Excellent moves, excellent indeed... Father, don't tell me you didn't know the Void had opened the Church's treasure vault." "That has nothing to do with me—the Church's treasures were painstakingly uncovered by me and my heir," objected his uncle, the first to show dissent. "Indeed, it has nothing to do with me," the Star Sovereign replied calmly. "Lingtuo, I shall now teach you a second principle: even a Star Sovereign cannot accomplish all things under the heavens. Let us cut to the chase—the arena has been restored. Let the match continue." The evil half-gods, however, seemed to have lost their resolve, their faces gloomy, no longer as confident and triumphant as before. Two of the top two half-gods from the Second District had fallen, and their strongest reserve had been slain by the Void. To secure victory in the arena battle, the Free Alliance still had two matches to play, while the Lawful Alliance needed only one win. The Lawful faction still holds some points. Next, the Free faction pushes to their absolute limit, securing back-to-back victories and reducing the opposing half of their divine beings by half. Even then, with the Free faction having lost both the God of Wine and the Lord of Multitudes, it seems unlikely they can triumph over the Lawful faction in the array contest. "Lost!" said the Southern Divine with a low tone. "Lingtuo, you've missed your chance to vie for the Sovereign of the Sun. We have no chance now." Lingtuo spoke with firm resolve: "This war has never been merely about losing—it's about survival. Even if our chances are slim, we must risk everything. I will not yield." Pausing, he looked upward, his gaze seeming to pierce through the barriers and into the invaders beyond the realm: "Moreover, those forces are even more urgent. They will find ways to intervene in our realm—this is our strength, something the Lawful faction cannot claim." He then took a single step forward: "Then, this one—I step up!" The Lin Tuos, clad in black robes, faced the Lawful Half-Gods, arms outstretched: "I hope you'll fight me fairly and squarely, rather than relying on your points to avoid battle and secure your lives. Isn't that right, Your Majesty, the Sea King?" The Sea King, his beard partially concealing his face, glared fiercely. "Lin Tuos, when you obscured the Register of Merit and allowed the evil faction's mere scions to surround and nearly kill me, today I shall settle that score with you." A massive wave surged beneath his feet, carrying him onto the battle platform. As he stepped onto the stage, the Lawful Half-Gods behind him raised their hands in unison, opting to use their points to avoid combat, deducting 24 hours of accumulated points. The Sea King, initially furious, composed himself and said calmly, "I'm no more impulsive than the Fire Master!" He returned to his teammates, expressing his displeasure: "Why do you think I can't defeat Lin Tuos? As long as I win this match, I'll claim the tournament title." The chairman of Tianfa scoffed, "A sea nymph severed from the ocean is like a tiger deprived of its claws or a wild bull missing its horns. Rather than wait until you're on the brink of death to use your points for exemption, why not end the battle now, while you still have some dignity?" As the two sea nymph half-gods exchanged barbs, the other lawful half-gods began discussing the lineup for the third match. In fact, by this point, losing the arena match no longer mattered. With the current state of the chaotic half-gods, even with two 11-level half-gods lost, a team battle would inevitably be lost. Of course, if they could win the arena match, further weakening the chaotic faction and losing one of their array formations, the lawful side would still be able to withstand even with the support of the Supreme Beings. That would be more favorable. However, the victories in the first two matches—stemming from the steady accumulation of the Star Sovereign over sixty years and the life-or-death surge of the Void—were truly one-of-a-kind. The third match, however, features a 10-level lawful against a 10-level chaotic, where the chaotic side holds a stronger advantage Fu Qingxuan turned to the half-gods beyond the four chieftains and asked, "Who would like to step up?" The elderly patriarch of the Xie family, with a delicate, childlike appearance, smiled lightly and said, "This match, I'll take it!" Rising gracefully, he soared into the air and landed on the platform. A half-god from the Western Division of the Lingneng Academy arched his dragon body and charged toward the platform first, declaring, "I'll take him—no one else can claim this spot!" ... As the sky broke through the chaos, a figure with a blurred face descended slowly, bathed in pure, holy light. He, or rather, He, wore a simple white robe, his face indistinct, with a translucent dial behind his head bearing twelve symbols representing time. Outside the dial, a slow-moving pattern of the Eight Trigrams rotated. The Eight Trigrams... Was the Heavenly Emperor a scholar? The dial symbolized time—yet among the various professions in the Spirit Realm, there seemed to be none directly linked to time. Zhang Yuanqing observed the legendary Heavenly Emperor and sensed no extraordinary aura or sense of pressure emanating from him. This seemed merely a projection. Yet it did not deter him from showing respectful demeanor and cautiously asking, "Are you the Huangtian Emperor?" Dressed in a simple robe, His face blurred and indistinct, He slowly replied, "You may also call me... the Heavenly Emperor!" Heavenly Emperor... Zhang Yuan's eyes narrowed slightly. Was the Huangtian Emperor indeed one of the Three Emperors—Heaven, Earth, and Humanity—specifically the Heavenly Emperor? The enigmatic Heavenly Emperor! Among the Three Emperors of Heaven, Earth, and Humanity, only the Nüwa Emperor has solid historical records and is clearly recognized as the Human Emperor. As for the Earth Emperor, Zhang Yuan had already formed a conjecture—likely the one who, after a division of authority, became the Emperor of the Five Elements. As for the Heavenly Emperor, however, he had no such speculation, because he could find no evidence of the Heavenly Emperor's existence. Even in the ancient killing quest, an ancient terracotta mask that had existed since the dawn of time had stated that, aside from the Nüwa Emperor, the authenticity of both the Heavenly and Earth Emperors remained uncertain—indeed, even the The Emperor's voice was warm and calm, yet distant and enigmatic, as though coming from all directions at once: "Every person who completes the set of rituals for the celestial ceremony may make one request to me. If the request cannot be fulfilled, it may be exchanged for relevant information. What would you like?" Both the First Emperor and the Unfortunate Commander had requested the method of immortality! To me, immortality holds no significance. Could you possibly arrange for all the evil deities of the opposing faction to be eliminated? After a moment's thought, Zhang Yuanqing said: "Before I make my request, may I ask a few questions? If these questions are included within the request, I will simply omit them." The Emperor smiled and said: "You may ask. Should I find your questions to be of sufficient value, I will remind you." Zhang Yuanqing nodded. "Are you the administrator of the Spiritual Realm? Belonging to the Order faction?" "Yes! I am the only living administrator of the Spiritual Realm, and one of its creators." One of the creators of the Spiritual Realm! Zhang Yuanqing asked the question he had wanted to know since becoming a spiritual realm traveler: "What is your purpose in creating the spiritual realm?"