The Ziwei Six-Deadly-Array, the main array! The fourth Golden Crane, pulled between starlight and blacklight, refuses to yield to the Sun's original essence and sails toward the celestial star-mill in the sky. Like its three companions, it drifts like a boat caught in a vortex, spinning, spinning—steadily moving toward the vortex's center. It struggles fiercely, flails wildly, radiating pure, clear divine power of the Sun, yet this power is diluted and obscured by the starlight and blacklight. Yet precisely because of this, it is never fully swallowed by the vortex. "The nine Golden Cranes have lost four. As long as I strip one more from you, I shall directly claim your Sun's original essence," the Star Sovereign lifts her eyes, a blend of starlight and blacklight, gazing steadily at the calm Sun Sovereign. Zhang Yuanqing speaks with composed calm: "My life has less than one hour left." The Star Sovereign remarks: "You do not appear distressed." "Indeed, when we first acquired the essence of the universe, we had already become embodiments of the very rules," Zhang Yuanqing says, his expression dignified, his tone serene. In terms of a cultivation novel, they have already achieved harmony between humanity and the heavens, gradually distancing themselves from emotions such as joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness. One step further, they would merge with the Dao itself, becoming rule-bound entities devoid of emotion. The Lord of the Stars seemed only to use this as an opening, neither disputing nor affirming, and slowly said: "In truth, the female deities wish to destroy the spiritual realm and the lawful half-gods. The life of this planet is merely incidental, not essential. If you can actively sever the sun's primordial essence, I can personally ensure the survival of billions of beings, and also guarantee your own survival." Zhang Yuanqing suddenly smiled: "Do you have some revelation?" The Lord of the Stars paused silently, then said calmly: "It's merely an old tale." ... Amid the golden flames, the southern school's phantom deity cried out in agony, his voice echoing like that of both a child and an elder, and simultaneously like a man and a woman, layered and resonant. The once-dead official of the sun stood proudly. Thanks to the "cleansing" power of the Sun God, the mental shock carried in the roar only caused Summer Hou and Jiang Yu E to feel the pain of steel pins piercing their brains, without posing a life-threatening threat. As they watched the Red-Sun Official fall, a sense of sorrow akin to the grief of a dying rabbit and a grieving fox passed through their eyes. Rather than let emotions build up, Jiang Yu E hummed a soothing melody to steady both herself and her teammates. Then, using the silk thread embedded within the Single-Transmission Knight’s body as a conduit, she activated the "Revival" technique—a Revival of the Sovereign Realm that grants a second life to damaged beings or objects, effective for three minutes, though not one rooted in the fundamental laws of the universe. It was sufficient—Zhai Cai would die once more, so this revival need not be permanent. Jiang Yu E understood that the Red-Sun Official had consumed the Sun Sovereign’s blood to ignite the Phantom God, thereby gaining precious time—time to save Zhai Cai and attempt the Law Command once again. Instantly, Zhai Cai rose from the brink of death. He gazed at the dying but still upright crimson magistrate, his eyes filled with sorrow and regret. No longer concerned about the counter-effects of his half-divine authority, he once again drove the cross-shaped straight sword firmly before him, his tone solemn: "By the name of the knight, I hereby declare the rules of this battle: no use of skills involving entering dreams or teleportation techniques." Under these circumstances, the southern-style phantom deities had extremely limited means of evasion—no more than teleportation or dream-jumping. The cross-shaped sword and the golden armor radiated a powerful bronze glow, establishing the rule in the very depths of the atmosphere. The Three Mountain Goddesses activated the rising of the sun, restoring their suppression, then suddenly closed their palms, the magic mallet spinning rapidly within their palms, sending out concentric ripples of golden light. After gathering strength for several seconds, the Three Mountain Goddesses pushed their hands forward with a clear, commanding cry: "Go!" The magic mallet roared forward. At that moment, the southern-style phantom deity had already used his nullification technique to extinguish the terrifying golden flames. His black robe remained undamaged, yet his physical form was scorched to a state Witnessing the furious advance of the Fúmó Chù, the Southern School's Huànshén immediately activated his formless rules to retreat beyond a hundred meters. Yet, the rules failed—he remained where he stood. "Poof!" Zhai Cai leaned back, spitting out a mouthful of blood, and passed away on the spot. The Master of Zhǐ Shā, ever prepared, instantly activated the "Revival" skill, pulling him back from the brink of death and restoring him to life! This time, Jiang Yùě’s Revival was one of the powers inherited from the Wā Huáng’s relics—a rule-based ability. "Poof!" The bullet-like, rapidly spinning Fúmó Chù pierced through Huànshén’s skull, annihilating part of his soul. This dealt him an unprecedented blow. Now revived, Zhai Cai’s face hardened with determination. He raised his straight sword vertically and planted it before him, solemnly declaring: "I, as a knight, hereby declare the rules of this match: no use of skills involving entering dreams or teleportation maneuvers." The Master of Zhǐ Shā swiftly injected large quantities of concentrated life essence through a series The Southern School's Phantom God immediately activated his evasive technique, leveraging the gap in rank to subject him to counter-effects. As the technique failed, he was struck again by the Vamapada杵. The newly coalesced head shattered once more, and the golden flames that had just been extinguished reignited. Zhai Cai gasped a third time, collapsing, yet thanks to the abundant life essence within him and the healing ability of the Willow Crown bestowed by Liu, he retained a fighting chance that would have otherwise been lost. Jiang Yu Ei dared not withdraw her silk thread, humming a lullaby to stabilize the single-line knight's spirit while simultaneously infusing large quantities of life essence. The Willow Crown on Zhai Cai's head continuously emitted green light, repairing cells and countering the counter-effects. This meant that Zhai Cai's command chain was now severed. The Southern School's Phantom God had evidently been waiting for this moment—the golden flames blazing across his body suddenly collapsed into a dense black mist, which swiftly dispersed. Instantly, as the black mist spread, heavy snow began to fall, transforming the desert into a snowy plain. The biting wind, laden with ice shards, struck the crowd like blades. Xu Hou Ao Tian and Zhi Sha Palace's master immediately showed signs of frostbite and tissue necrosis. As their faces grew urgent and serious, they were instantly turned to ice statues, frozen in place. Si Cai, who was receiving treatment, was covered in frost and her muscles began to die. Within the semi-divine realm, they could not withstand the cold for long. Seeing this, the Three-Mountain Lady immediately activated the Rising Sun, summoning the sun disc hovering behind their heads. The clear, bright sunlight brought warmth, yet its heat remained like a grand torch in a blizzard—though it brought light and warmth, it could not dispel the snowy realm. Bathed in golden light, the icy shells on Xu Hou Ao Tian and Jiang Yu E began to melt. Both of them shivered, feeling a profound cold that touched both their souls and bodies. The icy shell on Zhai Cai's body likewise melted. Jiang Yu Ei, trembling, followed the red thread, pouring the life essence into the single knight, hoping to revive him as quickly as possible. "Ah-ahhh..." At that moment, amid the storm that blanketed the sky, the howls of the wolf pack echoed. Jiang Yu Ei and Xia Hou Ao Tian stiffened. Using the golden sunlight to sharpen their vision, they pierced through the storm and saw a dark shape slowly encircling them. These were white wolves standing three meters tall, with emerald eyes, sharp white fangs, and thick, fur-covered coats. Both felt a profound sense of fear—now, they seemed like ordinary people, helpless, surrounded and attacked by the wolves. Fortunately, the power of the Sun God provided a steady foundation. Though frightened, they remained calm and rational. Jiang Yu Ei opened her inventory, cradling the round, endearing infant in her arms. "Ah! Ah!" The fresh, clear cries rang out through the wind and snow, causing the wolves' bellies to swell in turn. The fetus drew upon their strength, and the fierce, malignant aura of the white wolves became visibly diminished. If not for the sun goddess's power suppressing their cries, she could have caused the entire wolf pack to give birth on the spot. The Lady of Three Mountain channeled the sun goddess's power, igniting the wolf pack. In the blazing flames, the wolves were utterly consumed. Yet, the very next moment, more wolf packs emerged, charging and lunging at the three of them. Jiang Yu Ei was about to summon the power of the holy infant, replicating the same process, when suddenly a thunderous "crash" resonated in her mind, and her consciousness shattered into countless fragments. Each fragment embodied a distinct emotion—anger, sorrow, jealousy, desire, pride—each possessing its own awareness, like different facets of Jiang Yu Ei's personality. This left her mind in profound confusion and internal struggle, standing motionless. Xia Hou Ao Tian experienced the same. In contrast, the unconscious, unconscious Zi Cai remained unaffected. The wolf pack roared and charged at the Three-Mountain Lady, dense and relentless, though they were continuously extinguished by the power of the Sun God. Still, they surged forward without cease, flowing in an unbroken stream. With each white wolf vanishing, the golden sun disc would be veiled in a layer of dark cloth, only to be instantly evaporated again. At this moment, Xiaohou Aotian, whose consciousness was disoriented, saw a figure emerge clearly nearby—none other than the southern-style Phantom God, clad in black robes, faceless. His sense of urgency surged to the peak, and miraculously, his instinct for survival overpowered all other emotions. During the brief pause when the Sun God's power once more veiled itself in darkness, he swiftly drew forth the "Wishing Cauldron" and spoke rapidly: "I wish to possess the blanket of the timid!" Suddenly, a worn, patched blanket appeared. Xiaohou Aotian unfolded it with a swift motion, enveloping the nearby Zhishik Palace Master as well. The blanket gently enclosed both of them, and with a series of crisp "plinks," the silk threads on Zhai Cai's body one after another snapped. While the blanket At that very moment, invisible ripples spread outward from beneath the hood of the Southern School's Phantom God, sweeping across the entire area. Jiang Yueyi and Xia Hou Ao Tian, who had been tucked safely under their blankets, managed to evade the surge of the shadowy roar, but Zhai Cai, lying wounded in the wind and snow, saw his soul rapidly fade away. The Three-Path Mountain Goddesses instantly materialized before Zhai Cai, channeling the purifying power of the Sun God to absorb and block the subsequent waves. Seeing this, the Southern School's Phantom God turned and dissolved into the wind and snow, vanishing as he waited for the next assault. As a master of illusion magic, his preferred combat style was to remain hidden, subtly guiding emotions and weaving illusions—exactly what he excelled at. In the near term, the enemy could not re-engage with the knight-class semi-divine artifacts. With the death of Chiji Xingguan, even a single peak-level master could no longer contain him. Now, the momentum had shifted—his own power was beginning to press upon the peak-level Sun God. The endless horde of wolves relentlessly charged at the Three-Path Mountain Goddesses The one wielding the Fumagong Staff to slaughter the wolf pack finally showed a trace of anxiety on her composed face. "He is draining the power of the Sun Sovereign..." The Lady of San Dao heard the faint, almost whispering voice. She turned to see that the single heir knight, who should have been unconscious, had now awakened. He appeared remarkably alert, even vibrant. Given the severity of his injuries and the near-extinction of his spirit, this state could only be described as a final surge of vitality. "Shall I dissipate the divine power of the Sun God?" the Lady of San Dao asked calmly. Zhai Cai shook her head, offering a wry smile. "The Life Source Liquid treats symptoms only—it won't cure the root issue. Without the counterbalance of the Sun God's power, I will still be instantly slain." The Lady of San Dao remained silent—this was true. Zhai Cai added, "You're fast running out of strength." The Lady of San Dao still said nothing—this too was true. ... The divine power of the Sun God faded. In Fu Qingyang's chest, a steady thudding of heartbeat echoed, blood once stopped now flowed again, vast amounts of spiritual energy surged in, cells regenerated, and organs healed. The body of a Nine-Rank Yanshi was rapidly mending its shattered form, pulling him back from the depths of death. The same phenomenon occurred with the King of Fear—his breath and strength swiftly returned, though the portions of his soul severed could not regenerate within a short time. As for the Magi-Eye... his body remained unhealed, his head lying quietly on the ground, half-buried in mud and sand, as if he had completely fallen. 【Ping! Shall the Divine Will of the Magi-Deity be activated?】 The Magi-Eye's mouth moved slightly. 【Activation successful!】 Suddenly, a massive cloud vortex appeared in the sky of the scenario, deep within its core, a presence descended, casting its gaze upon the Magi-Eye King. In the next instant, the cloud vortex vanished, and that gaze was blocked back. Yet the latent power within the Mago's eyes was awakened. The left eye of the Mago dissolved into blood, which then flowed out from the orbital socket, enveloping the Mago's head. At the base of the head, the "lamb-scorpion" began to grow in a series of crisp, rhythmic clicks, section by section, rapidly forming a complete spinal column. Rib bones, shoulder bones, pelvic bones, and leg bones then sprouted swiftly, growing around the spine. Blood, flesh, organs, and skin followed—within moments, the Mago's new body was fully reformed. A towering figure, over two meters tall, with three heads and eight arms, entirely crimson, emerged as a divine being.