Late at night, in the County of New Covenant. At a seaside villa, the waves crashed against the rocks with a deep, resonant roar, white foam repeatedly flooding the shore, creating a bustling, churning sound as the waters surged and pushed against one another. Zhang Yuanqing had wandered through the residence under Winny Burnt's name, finding no one, and finally arrived at this large villa, which features two gardens. This had once been their beloved home—the very place where, after winning over the heart of the famed Prosecutor of Divine Judgment, Winny Burnt, Zhang had promised, "Facing the sea, with spring blossoms in full bloom!" Winny then purchased this costly villa. The couple enjoyed a carefree, affectionate period there until another lover, Chriss, arrived in the County of New Covenant, leading to a fierce confrontation between Winny and Chriss, both of whom were subsequently confined. Afterward, Zhang, whose passionate desires could never be fully contained, was seduced by Tanna. Winny, now transformed from love to resentment, no longer wished to see him. At that time, he didn't mind Vinny's coldness at all, continuing to mingle with the women of the Goddess Association until, during the battle last年初, he fell in the fight—neither of them had spoken a word since. The fragments of the treasure map were quietly placed here, in this seaside villa, just before the final battle. He also left Vinny a letter: "I'm gone. Here's my farewell gift!" Unbeknownst to him, after all these twists and turns, he had ended up back here, once again giving her the map fragments and then retrieving them. When he first hid the map fragments with Vinny, he had indeed begun to think about ending things—because this woman was so strong-willed and passionate. Back then, he had won her over using phrases like, "All those others were my previous girlfriends" and, "You're truly my little sweetheart." After discovering the魔君's betrayal upon his release from prison, Vinny·Bulent immediately severed their ties. At that moment, Zhang Yuanqing—no longer the man, but the魔君—felt that their relationship had truly come to an end. Now it dawned on her that the woman's coldness was feigned. After the Magus's death, she had never begun a new relationship and remained deeply devoted to the Cat King speaker, hoping to find evidence within it that the Magus had not completely perished—some lingering trace of strength to serve as a backup. The floor-to-ceiling windows reflected her elegant jawline, with a refined, three-dimensional face, deep-set eyes, and long, wavy chestnut hair cascading over her shoulders—cold, mature, and commanding. She stood silently, allowing time to pass one moment after another. At that moment, a female housemaid knocked on the bedroom door and bowed respectfully, saying, "Miss Winny, someone is looking for you." Winny didn't turn around. She asked, "Who?" The housemaid replied, "He claims to be the Prime Primordial Deity!" Winny listened intently, then reached for and put on the windbreaker from the sofa. She said, "Please have him come in." The housemaid stepped back and returned a few seconds later, leading in Zhang Yuanqing—golden-haired, with a deep golden complexion and a golden sun-like mark glowing at his brow. Winny, blinded by the magic, had completely failed to notice that the young man entering was a half-god of striking appearance. Winny Berent waved her hand, sending the housemaid away. As she studied the Prime Primordial Deity, she sighed, "I never expected the one who would ultimately become the The headquarters has poured immense effort into cultivating the Night-Wanderer, yet she has remained unable to reach the peak of the Supreme Mastership over the past twenty years. "The strategies of both the Sovereign of the Dark Moon and the Sovereign of the Stars ultimately ended up being woven into your own tapestry," said Zhang Yuanqing, his serious expression unreadable. "It's not that dramatic—merely that I have a slight edge over them." "Minister Viny, your visit at night—what is it you wish to retrieve?" Viny Berlent smiled warmly, her rosy lips curving. "For the key to the treasure map of the Mage King? Last time you proposed a trade, I offered you the Cat King's speaker. And now, it's still the same." Zhang Yuanqing nodded, spreading her palm—on it stood a compact, black speaker, no larger than a palm. The speaker in the King Cat's speaker emitted a crackling hum of electricity, followed by a woman's plaintive voice: "Used to call her Little Sweet when I used to watch the moon—now she's called Mrs. Cow." Vivien Burnet also spread her hands, and on the pale, smooth surface of her palm appeared a fragment of jade in the shape of a fan. Zhang Yuan called out, gently capturing the jade fragment, placed the King Cat's speaker on the side table by the sofa, and nodded. "Thank you. I still have a crucial battle to fight against the Star Sovereign next. Should I win this one, the world will be at peace—then I'll have the pleasure of catching up with you, Minister." He dissolved into a shimmer of starlight. Vivien Burnet stood motionless, stunned, until a single tear traced its path down her cheek. In the evening, the headquarters of Tianfa convened an emergency meeting, requiring the attendance of all Golden Executives and Prosecutors—Vivien Burnet was among them. The meeting announced the return of the Wind and Thunder Deities, the two leaders of Tianfa—now one—along with the results Wine Burnt still remembers how, upon learning that the newly appointed Sovereign of the Sun was the Primordial Heavenly Sovereign, the conference room was as bustling as a bustling city street, with the senior sovereigns collectively stunned. She was the most composed among them. She was the one who knew the Primordial Heavenly Sovereign best—the young man possessed not only enviable talents but also unwavering determination and resilience even in the face of adversity. Backed by the Merchant Guild and the Goddess Association, he had the potential to become a Supreme Sovereign and even aspire to the rank of a half-divine being. Both the Five Elements Alliance and the Divine Judgment recognized the Primordial Heavenly Sovereign as possessing half-divine potential, yet they could not accept that a young man who only recently had cleared the Killing Quest and ascended to Sovereign status at year-end should, just two months later, leap two levels to become a Supreme Sovereign. Even more astonishing, after his promotion, he outperformed the Sovereigns of the Moon and the Stars, becoming the first Sovereign of the Sun since the emergence of the Spiritual Realm. In their Chinese idiom, this was nothing short of a tale from the heavens. Yet the lingering doubts, confusions, and bewilderments were swept away by the information delivered by the Thunder and Lightning Deities—The Sovereign of the Stars had betrayed the Order faction and, in the near future, would settle the fate of the world against the Sovereign of the Sun. Instantly, no one had the heart to question the pace of the Sovereign of the Sun’s ascension; a wave of anxiety now permeated the hearts of all the Sovereigns. Though the Primordial Heavenly Sovereign had become the first ever Sovereign of the Sun in history, the Sovereign of the Stars, wielding two fundamental essences, might not be far behind. Moreover, the tone of the Chief Prosecutor and the Executive Officer suggested a lack of confidence in the Sovereign of the Sun, and the collective slumber of the semi-divinities in the second district only deepened the uncertainty. Fortunately, both Chief Officers had regained their composure. After the meeting, Vinny had intended to step into the teleportation array and return to the New Covenant County, but was called away to her office by the First Golden Prosecutor, Milton Mac. This pinnacle figure of the Prosecutor’s hierarchy gazed at her with compassion and revealed a pivotal revelation: The Prim Winny Burnt was completely transformed into a statue—calm and motionless on the surface, yet beneath, there surged a tempest, thunderclaps, a crumbling of the world, a wild, ecstatic astonishment. It was hard to capture her emotions in specific, concise words; if one had to describe them, it would be as though a five-flavor bottle had been spilled, its contents swirling and mixing, overwhelming reason and soul. Upon returning to the New Covenant County, Winny Burnt simply waited—she waited for the faithless man who had once declared he loved her alone to come to her. He did come! But he pretended not to recognize her, only asking for the fragments of the treasure map he had once given her. At that very moment, Winny Burnt’s hopes, yearnings, and joy shattered. She pretended not to know the news that the Primordial Heavenly Sovereign was also the Demon King, though in her heart she harbored a quiet anticipation—hoping he would speak first, hoping he would revive their old affection, hoping that, purified of his corruption, he would express genuine love toward her, so that she could firmly believe her initial pursuit had not been merely driven by attraction. Yet the outcome was precisely the opposite. The Primordial Heavenly Sovereign, after being purified of his corruption, showed no desire for deep involvement or close connection with her. Plip, plip… the tears fell one by one onto the walnut floorboards. After nearly eighteen months, Vinye Burunt felt the wrenching pain once again. At that moment, the speakers of the King of Cats' console emitted a crackling sound, followed by the deep voice of the Primordial Deity: "Winny, honestly, I don't know how to face you. During my time as the Magus King, I've encountered many women—most of them were fleeting relationships, indifferent to how many women I had or whether I truly felt for them. They simply wanted something from me—benefits, or pleasure. Pure ones sought only delight. You are different. You've truly fallen for me. I've met several women like you, and I've felt deep regret toward each of you—even when I was most corrupted, I never treated you as mere objects to be discarded. That's why I've distributed the fragments of the treasure map among you. Once, I was a relentless warrior, always walking on the edge of death—by the time the sun rose the next morning, the first thing I might have seen would have been my own corpse. So, when I realized you had truly fallen for me, I knew that leaving was my only choice." The voice from the speaker paused for several seconds, then continued over the hum of static: "If you can't let go of me, wait for me. If you do let go, then may each of us find our own peace." Winny Burdett held the Elvis speaker tightly in her arms and couldn't hold back any longer—she broke down in tears. ... Late at night. At a bustling night market in the northwest, at a large food stall, the King of Fear, dressed in a crisp suit and wearing silver ear studs, sat at a slightly greasy square table, gently twirling skewers in his left hand and sipping his lamb soup with the right. He was eating with great enjoyment. His polished, corporate appearance stood out sharply against the noisy, chaotic atmosphere of the night market, making him particularly noticeable. His handsome features and upright posture attracted several young women and older ladies who approached him, but he paid them no attention. Northwest women are bold and direct—they wouldn't simply walk away without a fight. Some even hoped to make a strong impression, only to be startled and flee in panic when the effortlessly cool, charming man gave them a sideways glance. At that moment, a man wearing a baseball cap and mask moved silently through the bustling crowd of the night market, seating himself at a corner table. "Didn't you say that all the half-gods had entered the killing realm? How come you're still here in the real world?" Pure Yang Master slightly raised his head, revealing eyes filled with restless frenzy beneath the brim of his hat. The King of Fear lowered his head, sipping his lamb soup with a soft, steady sound, and smiled. "The battle for the Sun's primal essence has already concluded." Pure Yang Master's eyes beneath the brim flickered with jealousy and anger, and instinctively asked, "Who won?"