Chapter 1 The White Emperor's Crown

The White Emperor's Crown was woven from silver silkworm silk and inlaid with metal. It was cold to the touch and carried a faint, ethereal chill.

When worn, the wearer's face would experience a stinging pain in the eyes. After a few seconds, the item's information appeared:

Name: White Emperor's Crown
Type: Headwear
Function: Decapitation
Introduction: This crown is woven from ice silkworm silk, and its frame is forged from an ancient sword embryo. Nine of the finest swordsmen of the Qin Dynasty nourished it day and night with their sword intent, taking three years to complete. On the day the crown was finished, the nine swordsmen were beheaded, and their primordial spirits merged into the crown to become its artifact spirits. This crown can decapitate its target, and the attack is impossible to defend against or dodge.
Note 1: It is one of the components of a ritual attire for offering sacrifices to Heaven. The remaining three pieces are: boots, belt, and robe. It is said that collecting the four-piece set can communicate with Haotian.
Note 2: The wearer is constantly assailed by the resentment of the nine swordsmen. Only an emperor can suppress it.
Note 3: The wearer must endure the pain of a thousand arrows piercing the heart.

"For me, resentment and pain are insignificant," Zhang Yuanqing thought. Which foolish vengeful spirit would dare provoke a Nine Suns Yóushén (Wandering God)? They must be desperate to be reincarnated.

He lowered his head slightly and put on the White Emperor's Crown, a rules-based item woven from ice silkworm silk. As soon as the crown touched his head, his heart was seized by a piercing pain, like undergoing a root canal without anesthesia, causing him to break out in a cold sweat.

At the same time, nine streams of dense Yin energy drilled into his sea of consciousness, transforming into nine ragged, fierce ghosts. The ghosts looked up at the lukewarm sun in the sky above the sea of consciousness, screamed, and dissolved into green smoke. They were not reincarnated, but they shrank back into the White Emperor's Crown, never daring to emerge again.

Zhang Yuanqing took a deep breath to ease the pain, like a drill grinding into his teeth. He then took out the Yin-Yang Magic Robe, Houtu Boots, and Azure Emperor Jade Belt. He wanted to activate the set effect and try to communicate with the Haotian Emperor, to meet the being who had benefited the First Emperor and the Bad Commander.

"Hoo~" The Yin-Yang Magic Robe split into red and black, with the red unfolding behind him, forming a blazing cloak of flames that fluttered wildly.

The black adhered to his body, transforming into a black robe embroidered with silver dark bird patterns, understated yet exuding nobility. A radiant, emerald belt around his waist radiated a soft warmth, neutralizing the black robe's depth and the fiery cloak's dominance.

A pair of exquisite, bright yellow silk boots conveyed an aura of profoundness and grandeur. The crown with beaded curtains became the finishing touch, highlighting the emperor's status and aura. The five elements were now complete.

The yellow and thick Houtu spiritual power spread from beneath Zhang Yuanqing's feet, covering the entire copy of the Mo Sect's Mechanical City. In the midst of a "rumbling" sound, mountains rose, and the White Emperor's Crown cast a white beam of light towards the sky.

The beam of light shattered into thousands of streams of light, scattering across the ground, giving birth to mountains and rocks.

The robe transformed into a rushing river, hanging on the bright mountains, forming waterfalls that meandered across the ground. From the emerald jade belt emerged flying birds and running beasts, scattering specks of green light, giving birth to forests and birds and beasts everywhere.

The Emperor's Crown ignited the mountains and wilderness, burning and destroying all things in a scene of vibrant rebirth.

In the ashes, tender green saplings broke through the soil. Between the mountain rocks, clear springs gushed forth, and a cycle of life flourished.

Zhang Yuanqing stood silently, watching the five elements generate and restrain each other in an endless cycle. After an unknown amount of time, the cyclical power of the five elements began to flow back, returning to his body.

Then, a vortex of power appeared in Zhang Yuanqing's chest, swirling and pouring into the center of the vortex...

"Boom!" The vortex absorbed the power of the five elements and exploded, erupting with boundless chaos. The chaos fell on the earth, and the earth was assimilated into chaos. The chaos sprayed into the air, and the concept of the sky disappeared, also becoming a colorless chaos.

The Mo Sect Mechanical City copy rapidly disintegrated, returning to the state before the creation of the world in a matter of seconds, becoming a chaotic space without the concept of time and space.

In this chaos, with no visible edges, a ray of heavenly light fell from infinite heights, and the Haotian God arrived.

The evil demigods maintained calm and composure.

Was this the reason they were so confident that the Lord of All Demons would not be defeated? Was this why they dared to casually send Asura out in the previous match?

The Demonic Seed was the deity of the Poison Master profession. How could his incarnation, which had descended to the mortal realm and meticulously cultivated for a century, not leave some trump cards for the demigods of his profession?

The Lawful faction thought that the Evil faction's only good card was Asura, but in reality, there was also the Lord of All Demons.

The Fear King stroked his silver ear stud and looked at Fu Qingxuan, sighing, "If you had appeared in the last match, the Lawful side would have at least had a chance to win."

"Fu Qingxuan, I gave you the opportunity, but you were useless."

The Fire God was about to start a life-and-death battle right then and there, but the Little Tree Sprout grabbed his leg.

"Observe the situation, observe the situation!" Fu Qingxuan suppressed the distortion of her body with an "iron will," her mind racing, her brain working to its limit, and said, "Preserve the Void first in a life-and-death battle."

"If we give up the arena match, we will at most lose a formation. The worst outcome is that seizing three and taking two becomes seizing two and taking three."

"The Wine God has already fallen, so in team battles, we still have an advantage." She looked at the Smoker, whose position had obviously exceeded level 11 and reached level 12, and was still constantly strengthening, and said in a calm tone, "The Smoker is invincible in one-on-one arena battles, but is not unbeatable in team battles."

Although I secretly drink milk tea and munch on chocolate beans, I know that I am a good marshal. The more critical the situation, the more calmly I can make judgments. No matter what the situation is, I never lack a calm mind.

The Sea King, whose temper was no less volatile than the Fire Master, frowned and retorted, "The evil demigods can borrow power from those 'invaders.' We are even more dangerous in team battles."

He swept over the evil demigods in the air, his meaning very clear. In individual battles, they only faced one opponent, but in team battles, everyone on the other side could borrow power.

Fu Qingxuan sneered, "You can have the temperament of a Fire Master, but you need to use your brain. If the evil demigods could collectively borrow power from the invaders, why would they put on an act with us? The Lawful faction would have been completely wiped out in the previous battle for the formation core. If my observation is correct, the copy's ability to withstand super-level power is limited. If they collectively borrow power, the Lingjing's counterattack will be activated, which might be more beneficial to us."

The Lawful demigods nodded slightly, acknowledging her analysis. Although they had not used the Myriad Worlds Mall exchange tickets, as demigod-level powerhouses, they were very clear that the administrator's permissions were limited.

Now, the Smoker's position had already exceeded level 12, vaguely breaking through the legendary level 13 boundary.

Level 13, according to the demigods' deduction, was the level at which one obtained complete administrator permissions, becoming the only supreme being of a profession, reaching the point where the "demi" could be removed from demigod...

That is, a god. Therefore, to defeat the Smoker, the Void demigod must become a complete administrator.

But this was impossible. First of all, each major profession in the Lingjing had a portion of the permissions, and demigods had already occupied those portions. The Myriad Worlds Mall could not forcibly take them away.

Secondly, the Lingjing could maintain its operation because, in addition to the core causal items, the demigods' authorities were also playing a role. In other words, the Lingjing itself occupied a portion of the administrator permissions.

Moreover, the Void demigod could only exchange for the scattered powers of various professions.

With three portions of level 10 permissions, managing the equivalent of three level 10 demigods, it was impossible to defeat a level 12 or even 13 Smoker.

At this moment, using points to waive the life-and-death battle was the only choice for the Lawful faction.

Taking advantage of the fact that the Void had not wasted the demigod items in his hand, ending the arena match and focusing on the team battle was the only remaining chance to win, although the hope of winning was still slim.

"Who are you trying to scare!" The Void demigod, wearing a silver mask and naked, curled his lips. He looked at the huge and ugly Smoker and turned his head, shouting to his companions, "Don't surrender yet, it's my turn to show off!"

Without waiting for the Lawful demigods to respond, he supported himself on the trunk of the Myriad Treasures Tree and said in a chanting tone, "Great Myriad Worlds Mall, I will trade the Origin of the Hurricane to you in exchange for a powerful strike from this profession!"

A Lingjing prompt came from his ear, "Myriad Worlds Mall identification: Origin of the Hurricane, one of the secondary administrator permissions, demigod-level item identification complete. Exchange item: Symbol of the Knight, Holy Knight's Sword."

"Ding, unable to exchange for Holy Knight's Armor, a portion of administrator permissions will be randomly drawn for you."

"Ding, drawing complete, item name: Nuwa's Remains!"

"You will gain the power of three major administrator permissions, with a time limit of three minutes, starting now."

Two golden lights exuding an aura of majesty and solemnity fell, merging into the Void demigod's body. In his left hand, a bronze round shield engraved with a barrier relief condensed, and in his right hand, a four-foot-long bronze straight sword condensed.

The Void demigod's momentum rose sharply, entering the mid-demigod stage. Immediately afterward, a illusory female figure descended, attaching itself to his body, and his aura surged again, but did not break through the demigod level.

"Foolish!" The Xiahou demigod was furious, "What is the point of a momentary display of power? What is the meaning?"

By gathering the demigod items of four major professions, the Void indeed possessed the ability to contend with the Smoker, and even if he could not defeat him, he had the Void Object and the "Musician" profession, but what was the point?

The abilities could be used for self-preservation and endurance, but his state was time-limited, while the duration of the Smoker's state was unknown.

Moreover, the invaders were lurking outside the copy, ready to support the Smoker, whose maintenance time was definitely longer than the Void's.

Once the Void's state ended, he would still die, wasting the Wind Origin, this authority.

"Don't be anxious," Fu Qingxuan said calmly. "The Void is extremely cunning. This move must have a purpose. Let's just observe the situation."

The Little Tree Sprout shook its head, "Yes, yes."

Ling Tu, on the opposite side of the arena, frowned slightly, not feeling happy because of this because the Void had made a choice that did not match his expectations.

At this time, the most reasonable and safest choice for the Lawful faction was to surrender and use points to waive the life-and-death battle. It was unwise to confront the Smoker head-on, and it might even cause the Lawful faction to lose the opportunity to compete for the formation core.

When a chess player encounters such an unexpected move, his first reaction will never be joy...

At this moment, the heads of the beasts on the Smoker's body roared in unison, and the piercing, chaotic sound waves shook the entire copy, comparable to a small country, with the roars of beasts echoing everywhere.

The Lawful and Evil demigods' bodies were distorted again. Even with their positions, they could not control the tendency to distort, although the arena's restrictions restrained some of the power.

The arena's chairman, facing the Smoker directly, suddenly swelled, and his body began to undergo terrible distortions, with scales, feathers, and keratin constantly alternating on his body.

This was a distortion that even Void Invisibility could not avoid.

"Stop shouting, stop shouting!" The distorted monster, ugly and misshapen, had a bulging abdomen, as if pregnant!

Then, its skin and flesh broke open, and a naked Chairman emerged. He used the authority of "Nuwa's Remains" to allow his old body to gestate a new self, thereby escaping the effects of distortion.

Taking advantage of the fact that the second wave of distorted roars had not yet arrived, the Void demigod opened his item bar.

"Let me show you the real gods!"

In the astonished gazes of everyone, he grabbed a golden armor, and the armor covered his entire body like flowing water, putting itself on.

The armor, shield, and straight sword came together, and in an instant, each burst out with a sky-piercing bronze light, producing a qualitative change.

In an instant, the entire Lingjing copy shook, setting off an earthquake.

Since the birth of the Lingjing, the first person to piece together complete authority was born, and dense cracks appeared in the restrictions covering the arena. The small land could not withstand the power of a god and cracked and collapsed. The entire copy was shaking, emitting a heavy roar.

The demigods of the two major camps were horrified and moved tacitly, moving away from the arena and fleeing into the distance. At this moment, all that was left in their hearts was the thought of running away, like humans encountering a tiger.

Encountering a fire, they knew that their insignificant selves could do nothing but run away, including even Asura!

The Void demigod, wearing golden armor, was small in form but overshadowed everything in terms of aura.

The eyes on the turbid Smoker's body closed one after another, the heads of the beasts fell silent, and the snakes on its head curled up, as if encountering a natural enemy.

The Void demigod stood with his sword, his voice majestic and devoid of emotion, "In the name of the Knight, I declare that distortion is not allowed here, petrification is not allowed, and the Smoker is not allowed!"

The rules were established!

The Smoker's huge body began to disintegrate, turning into pools of turbid sludge that gushed out of its pores. In the "splashing" of mud, it completely melted into a mud pit.

The mud pit then dried up, losing its spirituality!

"Kill them all!" The Void chairman turned his gaze to the evil demigods who were fleeing into the distance.

As soon as this thought flashed through his mind, his vision suddenly became blurred, and an eyeball rolled out from the gap in his mask and into his armor. Then, his body melted like a wax statue, his flesh like viscous wax oil.

He was backlashed!

A demigod's body drove the power of a god, and not the power of his own profession. He was backlashed!

Viscous flesh and blood flowed out from the gaps in the armor. As the flesh and bones melted, the straight sword and shield fell, and the standing golden armor collapsed.

pt.

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