Fu Qingyang withdrew his sword without hesitation, yet the Two-Principles Demon Blade became lodged within the burning body of the King of Fear. The very next moment, the blade actively broke free from his grasp. It had betrayed him! The King of Fear grasped the hilt and smiled, saying, "A fine blade indeed. Now it's mine, Fu Qingyang—taste the chill of ice, then." Like an ever-present parasite, the flame detached itself from the King of Fear and returned to the blade's core. As the master of the blade, he reclaimed the flame that would never fade. Then, the King of Fear switched into "Theft-of-Flame Sword" mode, transforming the blade's flame into a crisp, silver-white hue. He mirrored Fu Qingyang's earlier actions, inserting the sword into the ground while simultaneously folding his seven arms together, enclosing the severely weakened master of the Yanshi within. At this distance and with this assault, the frail Yanshi was nearly certain to perish. Suddenly, a brilliant, radiant golden light surged from Fu Qingyang's hands, flowing upward to his crown, solidifying into a golden sun disc. The pale flames rushing toward his feet vanished. The all-encompassing rain and wind ceased. The pathogens within him were eradicated! One rule had suppressed another! Fu Qingyang activated the Ri-Sheng Seal bestowed upon him by Zhang Yuanqing. The Ri-Sheng Seal is a high-tier seal of the Day-Wandering Deity, differing from the partial rule power contained in the Tai-Taiyang Blood Seal. Zhang Yuanqing's Ri-Sheng Seal restored half of the original entity's full potency. Due to its complex creation process and limited time, Zhang Yuanqing only drew three seals, all of which he gave to Fu Qingyang. Each seal used meant one less. The King of Fear felt his spiritual energy and skills completely sealed by golden light, rendering them immobile. While his three-headed, eight-armed form remained intact—having solidified into true flesh and blood at his rank, not merely spiritual energy—weapons with penetration and bleeding effects could no longer coalesce. Holding one arm with a sword and another with clenched fists, the King of Fear struck the "caged" beast from all directions. Fu Qingyang drew two swords steadily from the void—one a golden dragon sword, the other a pure black straight sword. The latter was Car Qinhe's rule-based artifact, the River King Seal, refined and retrained. It possessed the power to stir wind and thunder, submerging enemies in surging waves. Of course, at present, it merely served as an unyielding blade. With both swords in hand, Fu Qingyang swiftly swung his arms, like Sun Wukong wielding his iron staff, spinning the swords into two impenetrable, water-tight circles—resembling two propellers of gold and black. Clanging, clanging! As he swung, he retreated step by step, each foot sinking deep into the ground, leaving behind deep craters. The fearsome punches of the King of Fear fell like a downpour, yet each one was deflected by the propellers, splashing brilliant sparks. The King of Fear moved like a perpetual motion machine, his arms acting as transmission rods, delivering one after another of his powerful, devastating blows to the enemy. He wasn’t silent either, going on with a stream of stories full of challenge: "Fu, you’re still so weak. You’ve got such a high starting point, yet you still can’t even match ordinary family members—your stamina falls short, your talent is mediocre, your intelligence is average. You’re all-around unremarkable. How could you possibly outperform your peers in Fu’s family if it weren’t for your relentless, single-minded training? Wouldn’t you have struggled to clear so many early-stage dungeons without Fu’s family’s dungeon guides? Wouldn’t you have remained far behind in swordsmanship if it weren’t for becoming a scout and gaining your sword talent? Are you perhaps too highly praised, having forgotten how humble you once were?" "With all the achievements we've made today, do you feel content? No—indeed, you are still weak. You've merely moved from a modest household, the Fu family, to a larger stage." "On this stage, where the world's strongest gather, you remain an insignificant figure. You believed that entering the Spiritual Realm would allow you to assist the Primordial Sovereign—no, the Demon King. I still prefer to call him the Demon King. That you could help the Demon King defeat the Lord of the Stars?" "Stop being so idealistic. Even if you could defeat me, it would only slightly weaken the main array's pressure on the Demon King. He would still be unable to overcome the Lord of the Stars within the array." "Fu Qingyang, do you now understand just how weak you truly are?" Fu Qingyang remained expressionless, retreating steadily while dancing his two swords. The golden dragon sword in his right hand grew progressively shorter, shrinking from over three feet down to just one foot. It wasn't broken by the violence of the King of Fear, but rather, worn down gradually through repeated sparks and impacts. The physical strength of the King of Fear surpassed even the finest sovereign blade weapons, making it impossible for the Golden Dragon Sword to penetrate his defenses without deploying sword energy. In fact, it was like a cutting tool worn down to a finer edge with continuous grinding. The King of Fear lifted a corner of his mouth. "Fu Qingyang, I have a proposal. If you are truly strong, let us settle this within the confines of our current space—three moves to determine life or death. How does that sound?" Fu Qingyang remained silent, continuing to fight while retreating. "Are you backing down?" the King of Fear mocked. "The power of the Sun God has sealed our abilities. I cannot unleash my bloodthirsty fury. If I fall, I fall. What exactly are you afraid of?" As a former trainee at Fu's family who had studied sword techniques, the King of Fear deeply understood Fu Qingyang—this young man was a stubborn type, one who knowingly faced danger even when aware of it, as tenacious as the Mago's Eye. Thus, he sought to provoke a shift from Fu's cautious, defensive tactics to a more aggressive approach. Thus, only with a half-divine physique could he find an opportunity to defeat Fu Qingyang; otherwise, the high-ranking Yanshi's defenses were utterly impregnable. In terms of combat technique, the ancient war god was still inferior to the swordmaster. Of course, even if this situation continued, the one who would ultimately prevail would surely be the one who feared the Heavenly King—but the Mago's eyes had not yet perished! As this thought flashed through his mind, a figure suddenly surged forth from behind Fu Qingyang, delivering a powerful punch to the Heavenly King's face: "Fight then! What's all this chatter? You're just a piece of trash who's always been crushed by women!" Thud! The Mago King was caught by the force of the blow and pressed firmly into the ground. The Fearful Heavenly King drove the Er Yi Mago Blades into the Mago's back, anchoring them in the earth, then unleashed eight powerful punches—just like the giant steel man striking the green giant—crushing him with a series of resounding blows. The Mago's bones snapped, ligaments tore, skull shattered, and internal organs damaged. Fu Qingyang, swift as a blade of light, maneuvered around to One of the Fear King's hands drew out the Two-Principles Demon Blade and swung it back. Crack! Sparks flew like stars, and Fu Qingyang's grip on his pure black long sword cracked at the wrist, nearly losing his hold on the weapon. Drawing strength from the force, he stepped back, then kicked with a powerful leg, striking the Fear King's wrist where he held the sword. The surge of energy passed through the wrist, exploding with a sharp "pop" at over ten meters high, causing the Two-Principles Demon Blade to fly free. Fu Qingyang abandoned his shortened Golden Dragon sword and caught the falling blade, then swiftly spun his arms, delivering a series of strikes against the Fear King's steel-hard body. Each blow cleaved through the copper armor. The Fear King, unable to defend against a high-ranking scout with just one hand, lifted the Eye King and used him as a weapon, sweeping him across the battlefield. Fu Qingyang raised both swords, using the sword spines to meet the Eye King's advance. Thud! The two collided, and both were sent flying. The Fear King shifted his stance, stepping across their falling paths, delivering a sweeping leg kick that snapped the Eye King's ribs, Fu Qingyang crossed his two swords, instantly bouncing like a ball. Under the glow of the rising sun, the three of them abandoned spells and items, relying solely on physical and sword techniques to engage in combat. ... The Purple Wei Six-Devils Array, main formation! A second golden phoenix has been detached from the sun's core, struggling and crying out, yet inevitably drawn into the starlight mill. This is now the third phoenix. The Lord of the Stars and the Lord of the Sun sit silently upon the "mud" beneath them. Song Hai. Chen Yuan returned home before sunset, carrying his business suitcase, heading straight for his grandmother's house. His grandmother, Jiang Yueyi, and grandfather were having dinner. Upon seeing him return weary and dusty, his grandmother was both surprised and delighted, saying, "You're back? Why didn't you unpack first? Well, just leave it at the entrance—let's eat first. Honestly, you didn't even say you were coming today, and Grandma hasn't prepared your favorite dishes." "Grandma, I've already eaten." Chen Yuanjun gave a casual, perfunctory reply, looked at his refined and graceful cousin-in-law with deep appreciation, and spoke in a calm tone: "Cousin, could you come out for a moment? I have something to tell you." Jiang Yu E glanced at him, composedly said, "Alright." Their grandmother looked at the grandson, then at the woman, and sensitively asked, "What's wrong?" Chen Yuanjun and Jiang Yu E said nothing, and left the room one after another, entering the empty hallway. Now, with a full heart of matters, Chen Yuanjun found himself at a loss for words. He lit a cigarette, took a deep draw, then exhaled forcefully before finally saying, "Cousin, I remember now—the memories that you erased." Jiang Yu E remained calm, as if expecting this, and promptly asked, "What would you like to know?" Chen Yuanjun gathered his thoughts, his tone low and steady, and slowly said, "What exactly happened to Yuanzi?" He—he’s come back, hasn’t he…?" Chen Yuanjun chuckled to himself, half-self-conscious. "I’m not even sure if the Yuanzi I’ve known these past few years is actually my cousin." Jiang Yueyi spoke calmly: "Four years ago, he accidentally obtained the role card and became a Spirit Realm traveler, but he was later taken over by a powerful figure from the evil faction. As a result, I created a puppet who lived in his place for several years under the identity of Yuanzi. "It wasn’t until last April that he finally broke free from that past identity and returned to us—though he himself has no memory of these events. Only recently has he begun to recall them. "As for what he’s experienced and gone through these past few years, you needn’t ask." This was quite similar to Chen Yuanjun’s assessment in the hospital. He asked quietly: "Is there any lasting impact from this? Over the past few months, I’ve been in increasing contact with the Special Department—perhaps I can summon some of the strong figures you consider to be your top-tier talents." "Uncle, if there's anything I can do, don't hesitate to ask—don't force yourself to bear it alone." Jiang Yueyi shook her head. "You needn't worry about his well-being. In the Realm of the Waywalkers, I and Yuanzi are quite established—most ordinary opponents wouldn't stand a chance against us." Chen Yuanjun still wasn't at ease, frowning. "What level are you and Yuanzi, exactly?" Jiang Yueyi answered straightforwardly: "Yuanzi is a half-god. As for me, my current rank is equivalent to a peak Sovereign." In her mind, she added: "The true essence!" Chen Yuanjun paused, realizing he hadn't heard much about half-gods or peak Sovereigns before, though the titles themselves sounded impressive. "Just a moment!" He pulled out his phone, sent a message to Li Dongze in front of his sister-in-law, inquiring about the standing of "half-gods" and "peak Sovereigns" within the Realm of the Waywalkers. Given his position, he simply wasn't exposed to such information. A few seconds later, his phone chimed. Li Dongze's information came back: "How did you know about the half-gods and the sovereigns? Your department has already opened up such extensive permissions—well, things have changed since then. It's not a problem at all to tell you now. "Do you remember the 'game references' I used to joke about you? If the spiritual realm explorers are like gamers, then the half-gods are the max-level characters. Our Five Elements Alliance has five half-gods in total, making us the second-largest official organization globally. Any one of the half-gods can establish their own official organization. As for the peak sovereigns, they're just one level short of max level." He was almost unable to distinguish what was true from what was false. Jiang Yuyi observed him and softly said, "Don't overthink it. You don't know many things yet. In fact, when Dad was working at the Security Bureau, he came into contact with numerous Lingjing travelers—among them was Yuanzi's father, Zhang Zizhen, who was also a Peak Sovereign. "And Auntie is a figure of considerable standing in the Lingjing world." As she spoke, she unconsciously used soothing tones. Once Chen Yuanjun's emotions had stabilized, Jiang Yuyi added, "By the way, your father's so-called family disgrace is also a Lingjing traveler!" Chen Yuanjun was astonished, "Really?" So the whole family were Lingjing travelers—only I, a commoner, was left behind? Reflecting on his father's rather unconventional demeanor, Chen Yuanjun then thought that even if they were Lingjing travelers, they might well be quite ordinary. Jiang Yuyi nodded, "Yes, your father himself is a half-deity!" Clang! Clang! Clang! Chen Yuanjun stepped back several paces, leaning against the wall. Just as his hands had calmed down, they began to tremble again. It seemed that the modest Chen family not only nurtured the talents known as "Wolong and Fengchui," but also concealed a figure akin to Jia Xu? How could this be? His own family’s lively, always singing and dancing young man—how could he possibly be a half-god? Could he? Could he? For an ordinary, unremarkable police station chief, these revelations truly exceeded his capacity to bear. This wasn’t merely about ordinary parents suddenly becoming world billionaires—it was about ordinary parents suddenly transforming into super-saiyans! Chen Yuanjun furrowed his brows, saying, "Young cousin, after recovering my memories, I recall something—last year, Yuanzi must have visited me!" ... Xīn Yuē Commandery. In the empty room, the duplicate Zhang Yuanqing gazed at the Cat King speaker before him, relisting the audio segments playing in his ears. He had no idea how long he had been sitting there, his entire focus locked onto the content. This item that couldn't be stored in his inventory, he carried with him most of the time—audio recordings that reminded him to stay true to his original purpose, recordings of his intimate moments with various women, and scattered voices left behind as he wandered around after becoming the master. He listened carefully, paying close attention to every segment, none of which he had missed. Yet, with so many audio files, he had so far only heard two-thirds of them. "Fizz... fizz..." A hum of electricity brought another segment, and his voice came through the speaker: "Uncle, there's something I'd like to ask you to do!"