"Primordial Heavenly Sovereign!" Seeing the young man before him, Master of Pure Yang's eyes flashed with fear, agitation, and an unyielding hatred that ran deep. Without hesitation, Master of Pure Yang transformed into a streak of starlight and vanished, leaving a shimmer of starlight rising by the window. A duplicate, Zhang Yuanqing, held a small, elegant glass dome in his palm—a tool of the Void occupation, designed to seal space and specifically counteract escape techniques. "You won't make it," Zhang Yuanqing smiled. "I never expected you to harbor such strong animosity toward me. While the spiritual expansion masters and the headmaster of Taiyuan failed to uncover my identity, you've succeeded where they fell short. Unfortunately, that's not a good thing. If you simply stayed put in the present, I might have completely forgotten about you—a mere ordinary person. Instead, you've insisted on stirring up trouble, setting yourself on a path to certain doom!" When his own abilities were insufficient, Zhang Yuanqing found Master of Pure Yang to be a constant source of annoyance. The Night-Wanderer and the Illusionist were the most passive of the two occupations, but Master of Pure Yang, as a dual-occupation ancient cultiv After becoming a sovereign, he lost his value altogether, lacking even the qualification to prepare medicines. Once elevated to the rank of Sun Sovereign, he became a mere minor figure—so unremarkable that ordinary people would hardly remember his name. Without the discovery that the Master of Pure Yang had accessed his core secrets, Zhang Yuanqing might not have recalled him at all, let alone initiated a reckoning against him. From his pocket, Zhang Yuanqing produced a porcelain vial, removed the wooden stopper, and drew a few drops of golden blood into his mouth—blood left behind by the original entity. Instantly, a solar emblem appeared on his brow, a layer of golden lacquer shimmered across his skin, his hair stood upright, glowing with golden radiance, and his pupils transformed into bright molten gold. By drawing upon the blood of the original entity, he briefly elevated his status, attaining the rank of Ninth Sovereign. In truth, with the power of his own avatar, he could have easily defeated the Master of Pure Yang, yet he remained uncertain about when the Heavenly King would arrive, fearing that delays might complicate matters. Thus, he chose to act swiftly and decisively. A golden sun emerged behind Zhang Yuan The pure Yang Master, with no retreat left, saw his vision filled with golden light, feeling his entire body—and even his soul—melting. He roared in fury, his voice laced with deep, unyielding hatred: "Primordial Heavenly Sovereign!" He didn't know why he harbored such intense resentment toward this young man. Beyond their personal grievances, he saw him as the advocate for the ungrateful disciple he had once nurtured and ultimately lost. That very disciple, whom he had personally guided to excellence, only to see him buried under failure. For millennia, the pure Yang Master's very purpose in life had been to seek vengeance. Yet his unruly disciple remained hidden within the spiritual realm, severed from the present world. Unless the Master himself ascended to the rank of human immortals, his quest for vengeance would remain mere talk. Thus, upon learning that his disciple had chosen Primordial Heavenly Sovereign as his final disciple, he transferred all his accumulated resentment onto this exceptionally gifted young man. Suddenly, the golden light filling his vision vanished. Master of the Pure Yang Fist observed a familiar yet unfamiliar stillness, seeing a young girl of thirteen or fourteen, dressed in a sumptuous silk skirt, standing respectfully within the room, her bright eyes filled with reverence, and asking: "Master, when shall I be able to practice the Pure Yang Technique?" He gazed at the noble and vibrant Imperial Princess, her composed and dignified face softening into a smile: "Qing'er, to practice the Pure Yang Technique, one must first cultivate the heart. The Golden Sun, as the messenger of the Sun, gives life to all things—brave and resolute yet veiled in compassion, powerful and commanding yet revealing dignity. Therefore, one must first possess a heart that is firm and unwavering, only then can one truly harmonize with the Pure Yang Technique." The girl tilted her head, furrowed her brows, and pondered, then said: "Yet the rituals for rain-making suggest that all things are like water—ever changing, ever flowing, nothing ever remains constant. How can one ensure that one's heart remains consistently firm and resolute? And if one should lose that firmness, how then?" Master of the Pure Yang Fist paused for several seconds, then spoke gently: My dear, remember this: should the day ever come when you fall into the path of darkness, your master will surely clear the way. The young lady asked, "What if your master himself should fall into the path of darkness?" "Then it shall be you who lead the disciples of the sect to clear the way!" he replied. This conversation that spanned a thousand years suddenly surfaced in his mind. He recalled his own words, and the sorrow and determination he had seen in his master's eyes before the "unfortunate disciple" sealed him away. "Only now do I truly realize who I am..." In the bedroom, the body of the Master of Pure Yang was transformed into ash by golden flames. ... Amid the ruins of the city, Zhang Yuanqing folded the sun and gazed at the VR, whose body burned with golden flames, bones glowing red. He spoke softly, "In truth, if you defeat the King of Fear and claim his authority, you will become the strongest half-god in the world—neither I nor the Lord of the Stars will be your match. Perhaps, even if I fall to you tonight, there will be no final battle." Yet it's strange—half-gods of lawful order have only three stages, capped at 12th level. Yet you already possess a 12th-level persona, yet within the realm of the Enchantress, there still exists the Half-God of Fear. The Roarer, his body consumed by flames, stands proudly amidst the ruins, his flesh burned away, sending out spiritual ripples: "The three stages of lawful half-gods are divided into 10th, 11th, and 12th levels, depending on the extent of their authority. At the 12th level, they consolidate all their powers, and these powers undergo a transformation, becoming a complete divine essence—elevating them to the status of a deity. Free-standing beings do not have a half-god stage. I possess a 12th-level persona, but that does not mean I hold two-thirds of the authority. It's merely because my combat strength surpasses that of an 11th-level half-god. You perceive me as having a 12th-level persona, but in truth, a 12th-level lawful half-god is a deity. A deity could instantly kill me. Acquiring the Power And unless you become a true god, you will never be slain." Since the evil deities still exist, the evil half-gods can only gain partial divine power and will never attain full godhood—this is precisely why the evil class lacks a half-god stage. Thus, the true rank of the War Lord is level 11, yet his combat power rivals that of a level 12 lawful half-god, a situation similar to that of the Wind and Thunder deities. Each of the Wind and Thunder deities holds a rank of level 11 individually; when combined, they achieve combat power comparable to a level 12 deity, yet they fail to fully form a complete divine essence and thus are not considered gods. Upon sensing that the Master of Pure Yang has passed, Zhang Yuanqing said calmly, "You may return to the spiritual realm and inform the Lord of the Stars: within three days, I will enter the instance and defeat him." ... In a suburban villa of a city in the northwest, the King of the Forest saw a female subordinate lying unconscious, who was the first to awaken. She rubbed her Kaziralan eyes, blinked around in bewilderment, and gazed around with a sense of confusion. Seeing the leader staring at her coldly, she quickly rose, panicking, "Protector, Protector, I... I don't know why, but suddenly I fell asleep just now." The handsome King of the Forest glanced at the eight female subordinates still asleep, furrowed his brow, "How did you wake up?" Why can't I wake up? The newly awakened subordinate was mentally sluggish, confused, not understanding the meaning of the Protector's words. "I... I don't know..." she stammered. The King of the Forest pondered for a few seconds, then asked, "What did you dream?" These women had been summoned into the dream by the Master of Pure Yang. The ancient cultivator who had gone mad was a Void-being, skilled in spells related to the realm of dreams. The junior subordinate pressed her forehead, showing evident distress, and struggled to recall: "I dreamed that I became an investigator and visited the home of a teacher from Songhai Middle School. From him, I learned that Yuanshizhen—Master Zhang Yuanqing—had suffered a serious illness during the summer vacation of his first year in high school, after which his intelligence declined and he became a simple-minded person. 'I also dreamed of a middle-aged woman weeping to me, telling me that Zhang Yuanqing and Lei Yibing had gone missing four years ago.' As she spoke, her thoughts grew clearer, and the dream seemed to have actually happened—many details now came back to her. Yet the King of the Forest grew increasingly eerie, his expression growing more serious. This was a deliberate clue left by the Master of Pure Yang—the very information the Master of Pure Yang had mentioned as crucial. He had uncovered the real-life identity of Yuanshizhen. ... Vishnu said nothing to Yuanshizhen. He simply watched as Yuanshizhen transformed into golden light and vanished toward the horizon, disappearing into the night. A skeleton three meters tall stood alone, enduring the flames that burned it. After a few minutes, the fire died out, and the glowing red skeleton began to grow flesh, organs, and eyes—within just a dozen breaths, the Shura was restored, only with a slight drop in vitality. As a vigorous frontline profession, even at the current status of Yuan Shiyuan, he could not be incinerated in a short time. Of course, the once-unbeatable master was no longer invincible. At that moment, King of Fear approached, carrying a carbonized remains, and said in a steady tone, "The Master of Pure Yang has been killed." Shura remained silent—this was exactly what was expected. King of Fear sighed, "That young man truly has no regard for old ties; he nearly burned him to death." Shura replied in a measured voice, "If he hadn't spared him at all, there would have been no 'nearly.'" "Then what now? It seems we must abandon the trail of the Sun's primal fragment." said King of Fear. His expression remained calm, showing no sign of frustration. For the spirits that bewitch, battle is a deep-seated yearning etched into their very bones, though the actual outcome of wars holds little significance. They initiate conflicts, indifferent to the final result. Xuero silently retrieved an old leather scroll, waited for a full minute, and then entered the dream once more. Moments later, he opened his eyes and said, "The oracle of the Stars has revealed that contact should be made with the military chief's congregation." ... Huacheng. The headquarters of Tianfa, located in the western suburb, features a museum, a forest park, a golf course, and a residential area of high-end facilities. Zhang Yuanqing landed precisely at a grand manor situated beside an artificial lake—this is the regular residence of Kristi Gustav, and the gathering place of the Gustav family, once home to the Tianfa chairman. After Kristi ascended to the rank of eighth-level master, the chairman transferred full ownership of the manor to her. Subsequently, Kristi evicted the other family members and now enjoys the luxurious estate exclusively. The reason he drove away family members still ties back to him. Chriss wants to share a private life with the Mage King! Just missing Chriss's last fragment.