The King of Fear bit into the bamboo skewer, pulled it firmly, and swallowed the lamb roast, evenly mixed with lean and fatty cuts. Then, under the increasingly impatient gaze of the Master of Pure Yang, he took his time to sip a bowl of lamb broth, exhaled a contented sigh: "The one who becomes the Sovereign of the Sun is neither the Sovereign of the Stars nor the Sovereign of the Moon—rather, it's your long-time rival, Yuan-Shi Tian Zun!" Boom! The Master of Pure Yang's head felt as though struck by a heavy hammer. Shock and astonishment overwhelmed his senses, leaving his mind blank. His face contorted into fury, and he burst out: "Don't make such a joke!" You know my mental state is fragile—I can't endure such shocks. The King of Fear looked sympathetically at him. "Wouldn't I have returned to the real world if the battle for the Sun's essence hadn't already concluded?" The Master of Pure Yang's expression twisted in distress: "What about the Sovereign of the Moon? What about the Sovereign of the Stars? Are they both failures? Are they both failures?" As he spoke, he continuously calmed his emotions, gradually pulling his frantic spirit back from the brink. The news that Yuan-Shi Tianzun had become the sovereign of the Sun was utterly challenging his capacity to endure. Currently, the Master of Pure Yang held the rank of a 7th-tier peak Void Being and a 6th-tier peak Star Official—never having had the opportunity to absorb the Day-Wandering Deity. It was precisely the prestige of the Illusionist profession, which surpassed that of the Night-Wandering Deity, that enabled him to rely on his mental manipulation abilities to counteract his own madness. The King of Fear sighed, "The sovereign of the Moon has fallen, and the sovereign of the Stars has aligned with the Free faction. They will soon face off against Yuan-Shi Tianzun, determining the fate of Order versus Freedom." "No," the Master of Pure Yang reassured himself, suppressing the tumultuous jealousy and rage that surged within him. What he found most unbearable was Yuan-Shi Tianzun's ascension to the Sovereign of the Sun—this was more distressing than if he had been slain himself. At the same time, the Master of Pure Yang was relieved that he hadn't killed the middle-aged woman named Zhou, otherwise Yuan Shi Tian Zun would have already taken notice. "The Sovereign of the Yin has fallen. It seems the battles within the realm have been far more thrilling than I anticipated." The Master of Pure Yang gritted his teeth. "When there are no heroes, even a mere youth becomes a god. How can it be that the evil faction—destined to bring about the end of the world—has decided the fate of this planet?" "More precisely," smiled the King of Fear, "it is the destruction of the planet itself." Upon hearing this, the Master of Pure Yang studied the King of Fear carefully. "Are you people in the evil faction even more frantic than I am? Or do you have a plan to preserve yourselves after the world's destruction?" The King of Fear nodded. "Indeed we do. All evil professions can migrate to other planets, experiencing diverse civilizations and intelligent species. However, this planet can no longer endure. The specific reasons, however, are still beyond your knowledge." "He finished his last sip of soup and finally got to the point: "The Prime Heavenly Sovereign isn't yet the complete master of the Sun. The Sovereign of the Stars has been analyzing the situation, and the clue preventing the Prime Heavenly Sovereign from obtaining the Sun's original fragments lies with you. The Commander of the Army is actively seeking you—your own presence has effectively invited you. All this unfolds in the quiet, inevitable course of destiny." Is the clue to the Sun's original fragments with me? The Master of Pure Yang stood momentarily stunned—both bewildered and amused. If he knew the clue, why wait for the Sovereign of the Stars to analyze it? He would have seized it long ago. He scoffed, "Thank you for your kind attention!" The Fearful King paused for a few seconds, then said, "That's how celestial observations work—elaborate, mysterious, and often obscure. You may not remember it yourself, but that doesn't mean it doesn't exist. If you can't recall it now, let's set it aside for now." "The Guardian of the Night Rose mentioned that you have important information to share with us?" The Pure Yang Master felt a sudden spark of insight—there was something amiss with Yuan Shi Tian Zun's identity, carrying subtle mysteries. Combined with his unexpected rise to become the sovereign of the Sun, almost without precedent, the Pure Yang Master began to grasp the true meaning of the Star Sovereign's prophecy. Perhaps the clues the Star Sovereign sought were hidden within his key intelligence. Immediately, he said, "I have been investigating Yuan Shi Tian Zun, and I've discovered that his origins are far more complex than expected." At that very moment, the Pure Yang Master suddenly noticed an extraordinary stillness around him. He paused in conversation, scanning his surroundings with alertness—only to find that the bustling night market, once vibrant and lively, had suddenly grown empty. Everyone had vanished, yet the sizzling meat on the grills continued to emit a steady crackle, steaming warmly, and the lamb soup in the pots bubbled gently, releasing a steady stream of dense vapor. This made the Pure Yang Master feel as though he were in the midst of a horror tale, and a deep sense of unease settled in his heart. "Exile!" a low, resonant voice echoed in his ears. Before the sound reached them, the King of Fear suddenly pressed against the shoulder of the Master of Pure Yang, transporting them both with a seamless shift to a spot fifteen meters away, thus avoiding the transmission. Immediately afterward, the King of Fear snapped a bamboo skewer at a barbecue stand in the night market. A man dressed in a red wine-colored suit was chewing on sizzling, oil-rich skewers at the stand. "Puff... puff..." The skewer pierced through the man's form, embedding itself firmly into the stand. The man's figure dissolved like a dream or a mirage. The King of Fear smiled lightly. "During the Solar Origin Contest, half of the divine beings from the Order of Harmony fell into deep sleep; only three managed to escape the arena—Voidspace was one of them." Without waiting for the Master of Pure Yang to speak, he took a deep breath and exhaled forcefully. A steady stream of gray-white mist poured out, swirling and spreading in all directions, gradually enveloping the night market, and continuing to expand, with the potential to engulf the entire city. This mist would prevent Voidspace from locking onto any target. The King of Fear dragged the Master of Pure Yang, constantly flashing and shifting positions within the thick mist, declaring, "I haven't finished what I was saying yet!" "He won't finish it," came a resonant, authoritative voice in the air. The very next moment, a clear, radiant golden light pierced through the mist. The sun rose. The gray-white fog swiftly dispersed, as if wiped clean of dust and stains, restoring clarity to the world. A golden beam descended before the King of Fear and the Master of Pure Yang—there stood the Prime Sovereign, fully coated in golden lacquer. Upon seeing him, the Master of Pure Yang trembled all over, his face filled with fear, as though facing a celestial adversary. "Get moving!" the King of Fear exclaimed, pushing the Master of Pure Yang's shoulder. The Master of Pure Yang stepped back, first fading into the night, then activating his dream-jumping ability to search through dreams within a few kilometers. He randomly selected one and leapt into it. The King of Fear suddenly grew taller, manifesting his triple-bodied, six-armed form, and surged forward as a shadow, colliding with the Sun Sovereign to buy time for Master Pure Yang. A dark figure descended like a meteor from the heavens, its devastating punch shattering the void and striking squarely against Zhang Yuanqing's crossed arms. "Boom!" The violent gust of wind surged forth, lifting the entire night market skyward. Tables, chairs, buildings, and kitchenware rose like snowflakes, while gas cylinders exploded repeatedly, lighting up the night sky with brilliant bursts of flame. Glass panes of homes surrounding the market shattered one after another, and cracks spread across the walls. Though Zhang Yuanqing's arm bones and ribs were fractured, he did not retreat. He gazed steadily at the divine warrior descending from the heavens, a faint smile playing on his lips. "You've come too!" The warrior replied calmly, "I knew you've been watching us." "After ascending as the Sovereign of the Sun, his focus aligns with his sight. Knowing the secrets of the Moon, he could no longer be concealed from my gaze. To counter this, he has assumed the status of Sovereign of the Stars, stirring the celestial river and disrupting the patterns of fate. As a result, I can no longer detect anomalies in the flow of destiny. Fortunately, as long as I keep watching you, I can discern his I didn't expect the Master of Pure Yang to have reached into my deepest secret." Zhang Yuanqing suddenly chuckled: "For a century, he has never revealed to the world his ability to interfere with and disrupt predictions. If he had used this power earlier, both I and Ling Tu would have understood so much more." As he spoke, two beams of blazing golden light shot from his eyes, like lasers, piercing straight into the center of the Warlord's gaze. A hissing sound erupted, and flames surged up from the Warlord's head, instantly consuming his skull. The golden beams passed through his back of the skull, melting through the ground several dozen meters away. With his scorched skull, the Warlord slammed it hard against the Sun Sovereign's forehead. Crackle! The hot skull shattered instantly, and the Sun Sovereign was thrown backward hundreds of feet, crashing through two residential buildings along the way, leaving them completely ruined. Standing three meters tall, with three heads and eight arms, his skin dark as that of a guardian Buddha statue enshrined in a temple, the Warlord looked at the now-charred, terrified King of the Heavens, took a deep breath, and then blew forcefully. The blazing golden flames that had refused to "Go find the Master of Pure Yang." He lifted the body, as if it were charcoal, and flung it hard. "Uncle, exile the entire population of this city!" A roar came from the ruins in the distance, from Zhang Yuanqing. "That's not exile at all..." A man in a deep red suit appeared in the sky, arms outstretched, his suit buttons undone, dancing in the night wind. "It's the Great Transmission Technique!" He snapped his fingers. Instantly, across the city, the sounds of vehicles colliding and various chaotic noises erupted, followed by a sudden silence. The subsequent issues—gas leaks, explosions, and other problems stemming from the city's neglect—would need time to unfold. Amidst the silence, a golden sun rose slowly, casting clear, pure light. ... In the world of dreams, the Master of Pure Yang kept leaping from dream to dream, using each one to escape the night market. After an unknown length of time, he was suddenly forced to break free from his predicament and appeared in a residential building on the city's outskirts. The Pure Yang Master surveyed the surroundings and found the bedroom empty, yet the blanket still warm. Without pausing to reflect, he immediately activated Dream-Jumping. However, in his vision, there were no dreams—none within a hundred meters, a kilometer, even several kilometers. Life around him seemed to have vanished entirely. It was only then that the Pure Yang Master understood why he had been forcibly pulled out of his dream: the entire city had lost all dreams. The whole city was deserted. At that moment, a streak of starlight rose from the bedroom, and the Prime Primordial Sovereign stepped forth from the brilliant radiance. Unlike the Sun Sovereign he had just seen, this Prime Primordial Sovereign appeared no different from an ordinary person.