Chapter 1 A Gathering in Fu Qingyang's Villa

In Fu Qingyang's large villa, Zhai Cai, Xiahou Aotian, Guan Ya, and Tianxia Guihuo were gathered, their faces solemn and heavy, tinged with anxiety, as they listened to the constant stream of Lingjing (Spirit Realm) notifications.

For two days, the Lingjing's wanted notices hadn't stopped, being issued every few minutes.

Each wanted notice meant another ordinary person had died.

This placed a huge psychological burden on the Lawful faction's Lingjing Xingzhe.

Xiahou Aotian ran his hand through his hair, his brow furrowed with agitation. "I can't take it anymore. I've never found the Lingjing so noisy. Let's unite the Lawful faction's Sovereigns around the world and fight those Wind and Thunder Gods."

Zhai Cai, looking equally somber, scoffed at his words. "Are you hoping to see the Wind and Thunder Gods fight their way from south to north, or from north to south?"

He took a deep breath and exhaled heavily, as if trying to alleviate his inner turmoil.

For most Lawful practitioners, the Lingjing notifications were challenging their moral bottom line, screaming in their ears: another person has been killed.

"Are you just going to stand by and watch?"

"But what else can we do? In the face of absolute power, sacrifice is futile, making no contribution whatsoever."

But the moral burden and psychological pressure were unavoidable, hence the anxiety and agitation.

Tianxia Guihuo said coldly, "Headquarters has already issued a high-risk warning and ordered all official members to stay home and lie low. Their attitude is clear."

Guan Ya said softly, "All we can do is wait, wait, and wait. But when will the demigods leave the dungeon? If they can resolve it quickly, the losses can be kept within a controllable range. If it's a long-term dungeon, then this disaster will result in the deaths of countless mortals, leaving the demigods with a ravaged world."

Zhai Cai sighed. "A worse scenario is that the Lawful demigods are defeated in the dungeon, leaving no savior. The world has entered its doomsday countdown. By the way, where's that scoundrel Yuan Shi Tianzun?"

Xiahou Aotian replied, "Didn't that scoundrel enter a dungeon?"

Guan Ya's expression was complicated. "He left the dungeon three days ago and disappeared after successfully advancing to Level 9."

Level 9!

Zhai Cai looked astonished. "Is that kid the Lingjing's illegitimate son? He only advanced to Level 8 a while ago. This is going from eight to nine, not just moving from elementary to middle school!"

Xiahou Aotian was surprised. "You fake foreigner even knows about moving from elementary to middle school?"

"What fake foreigner? My clothes may be Western, but my heart is still Chinese." Zhai Cai glared at him, then sighed. "However, in the current situation, a Level 9 Sovereign is as useless as a stray cat or dog."

Grandpa, in the Kangyang District, turned on the television to watch the morning news.

"According to the latest news from our station, thanks to the continuous and unremitting efforts of the public security officers, the public security environment in Songhai has greatly improved and has returned to the level before the virus leak. The government will continue to invest police force to maintain peace and ensure the personal and property safety of Songhai residents, keeping in mind the fundamental principles and mission of putting the people first."

"Next, let us broadcast a news item from the Free Federation. According to reports from our station's reporter in the Free Federation, several supernatural events have occurred in the Free Federation in recent days, affecting nine cities and causing widespread water and electricity paralysis. We can see that these cities have suffered unimaginable disasters..."

The television screen showed an aerial view of the city, which looked as if it had been hit by a super-giant hurricane, with trees uprooted, buildings collapsed, streets flooded, and houses crushed.

"Even more terrifying is that the city has been affected by an unknown electromagnetic pulse, causing signal disruption and damage to all electrical appliances to varying degrees... Preliminary estimates are that this continuous disaster has caused two million casualties..."

"Our Ministry of Foreign Affairs has expressed deep concern about the Free Federation's situation and calls on the Free Federation to bravely shoulder its responsibilities, actively handle the accident, and not ignore the lives and property safety of its people."

Grandma, who was clearing the table next to the dining table, leaned over to look at the television, incredulous. "Two million people died... Isn't that fake? Even a war wouldn't kill so many people, right?"

Grandpa, with his head full of silver hair, said with a solemn expression, "Can the news deceive you? Two million is just a conservative estimate. According to the Free Federation's style, that number has to be doubled."

Grandma looked terrified. "It's a good thing it's in the Free Federation. If it were in our country... Oh, Chen Shu is in the Free Federation!"

As soon as she finished speaking, the doorbell rang at the entrance. Grandma's worried expression did not diminish, so she could only go to open the door first.

"Click!"

She turned the handle and opened the security door, seeing a woman standing at the door wearing a white women's suit, wearing metal-rimmed glasses, a cool, professional type, holding a burgundy white boarding case in her hand, her hair tied up, eliminating complicated and gorgeous jewelry, intellectual, simple, and capable.

The woman frowned and said, "Mom, why didn't you tell me you changed the password?"

It was Chen Shu, her daughter who couldn't come home a few times a year.

Seeing her eldest daughter return, Grandma's weathered old face relaxed, relieved, and then put on a stern expression: "You still know how to come back? Do you still remember that you have a son in my old house? After a while, don't say I forgot to tell you the password, I'll even forget who you are."

Chen Shu did not act spoiled, but said lightly: "I'm busy with work. Didn't I come back to spend the New Year with you? Stop being sarcastic, your menopause is long over."

Chen Shu's fierce and strong personality followed her mother.

She put her suitcase in the living room and shouted "Dad!" to Grandpa on the sofa.

Grandpa gave a perfunctory nod.

His eyes were still focused on the news, and he said, "Your mother was still worried about you just now. The Free Federation has been very uneasy recently. Stay in the country for a longer period of time this time."

Chen Shu glanced at the television and said, "Got it!"

She sat down at the dining table and said casually, "My assistant is still downstairs, bringing you New Year gifts. Mom, how are you getting along with your daughter-in-law this year?"

Her clothes were too cold and too strong. She was the kind of workplace elite or socialite who enters and exits high-end places, which was incompatible with the style of this home.

Grandma entered her youngest daughter's bedroom. Chen Shu took a cushion and said angrily, "Don't buy white clothes if they cost tens of thousands of yuan, they get dirty easily."

Chen Shu's clothes were never less than five figures. After putting down the cushion, she said angrily, "The same old thing, she's in her house, I'm in my house, we don't interfere with each other. If she makes me unhappy one day, I'll rush over to teach her a lesson, and her husband and son will have to watch obediently."

Chen Shu said, "Where's Yuanzi? Guan Ya answered when I called him."

Grandma said strangely: "Who is Yuanzi? I'm about to forget him too. Hmph, your son has forgotten his own doghouse since he had a girlfriend. He lives at that girl's house every day. People who don't know think he's become a live-in son-in-law."

Chen Shu seemed not to hear her mother and continued to complain: "The younger one is unreliable, and the older one is even more outrageous. Your brother said he was going out a few days ago, and he hasn't been home for three days. No one answers when I call him, and I can't find him. I called Yuan Jun, but Yuan Jun went to Hangzhou on a business trip and told me to find his colleagues. It was useless. I still don't have any news."

Chen Shu was not curious or concerned about the disappearance of the family's black sheep, but instead asked about her nephew's recent situation.

"Is he so busy after becoming the captain of the public security brigade? The New Year is coming soon, and he has to go on a business trip to other places?"

Grandma said: "It's not a task from the unit, he went to Hangzhou to find Abing, that kid who played well with Yuanzi, who used to live next door to our house."

Chen Shu suddenly fell silent.

Hangzhou.

Chen Yuanjun, who had been staying in the hotel for three days, finally received a call from his subordinate.

"Captain Chen, we found it. We found Lei Yibing's missing file at the Xizi Lake Public Security Bureau. The case was sent here by our Public Security Bureau four years ago." Xiao Gao's voice was filled with joy.

After working hard for three days on this business trip, he finally got something. Captain Chen promised that after finishing this matter, he would give him three more days of vacation during the Spring Festival. He wouldn't have to be on duty even if the sky fell.

Chen Yuanjun let out a soft breath. "The Xizi Lake Public Security Bureau should have investigation details."

Anyu Pingsheng Community, Room 402.

Aunt Zhou, who had just seen her husband off and finished cleaning the dining table, heard the doorbell ring.

"Coming, coming!"

She wiped her wet hands on her apron and opened the door, seeing a man wearing a baseball cap and a mask knocking on the door.

Aunt Zhou looked at the other person warily. "We don't buy anything from door-to-door sales. My husband and son are still sleeping, and I don't want to be disturbed."

She said this to give the other person the impression that there were two adult men in the house.

People dressed like this could not be trusted no matter where or when they were, and they needed to be vigilant.

"I have news about Lei Yibing," the man wearing the baseball cap and mask said in a hoarse voice.

Aunt Zhou's hand, which was about to close the door, suddenly froze, and her face showed surprise, doubt, and eagerness... alternating complexly.

Hesitantly, the man walked in, entered the foyer, and went into the living room without taking off his shoes and closing the door. He said, "Come here."

Aunt Zhou subconsciously obeyed the other person, closed the door, and sat on the sofa opposite the man. The man raised his head, revealing a pair of gloomy eyes under the brim of his baseball cap, eyes that seemed to hide a vortex: "You are very tired now, very tired, and need to rest."

Aunt Zhou closed her eyes and fell to the side, lying on the sofa and falling asleep.

Countless bizarre and fragmented dreams immediately appeared before the eyes of the Pure Yang Sect Leader. At this time, there were countless people in the nearby community who were still sleeping.

He had investigated all the people at Kangyang Middle School who might be related to Yuan Shi Tianzun, but found nothing.

After going around in circles, he returned to Lei Yibing's house, which seemed to be unrelated to Yuan Shi Tianzun, but was obviously problematic.

He planned to deeply analyze this woman's dream and excavate the memories she had forgotten.

In the Chaos Realm, Zhang Yuanqing didn't struggle. The First Emperor's whereabouts and choices were something to wait for. It wasn't important.

It was just gossip when communicating with the Haotian Shangdi (Jade Emperor). After all, the First Emperor's era ended more than two thousand years ago. Whether he was dead or alive was of little significance.

At this time, the Haotian Shangdi looked at him and said slowly.

"Three days have passed."

Zhang Yuanqing was stunned, looking shocked. In his perception, from summoning the Haotian Shangdi to now, it had been at most half an hour.

"There are no years in Chaos. The flow of time here is different from the outside world." The Haotian Shangdi stared at him calmly, waiting for his request.

If I were to stay here for a year, wouldn't hundreds of years have passed outside? What requirements can I make? Zhang Yuanqing asked tentatively: "I want to become the Lord of the Sun!"

The Haotian Shangdi smiled at him, saying nothing.

The scene was a little awkward... As expected, it won't work. Gods also have limits.

Zhang Yuanqing didn't hesitate and whispered his request: "I want to enter the Sun Dungeon."

This was the most fundamental purpose of his summoning the Haotian Shangdi. Regarding the existence of the Haotian Shangdi, he and Fu Qingyang and his uncle had discussed it more than once, and they all believed that this mysterious Haotian was a strong person higher than a demigod.

Because both the First Emperor and the Badlands sought help from him.

After learning that the Demon Seed had penetrated the Sun Dungeon and sent an evil demigod into it, and that he had lost the qualification to compete for the sun, Zhang Yuanqing immediately thought of communicating with the Haotian Shangdi.

These three days of chatting, he realized that the Haotian Shangdi was very interested in talking, so he took the opportunity to inquire about information and learn secrets.

The fundamental purpose had not changed, which was to enter the Sun Dungeon.

As long as he could enter the Sun Dungeon, his uncle, the Goddess of Beauty, his cousin, and the Xie family ancestor would definitely support him, and the Xiahou family head would most likely defect.

Among the other leaders of the Five Elements Alliance, Gang Leader Jiang had a good impression of him, and there was also the friendship between Jiang Jingwei and Jiang Ju. Even if they didn't help, they wouldn't become enemies.

He could completely form a tripartite situation with Ling Tuo and the Taiyi Sect Leader.

The Haotian Shangdi, with the dial on the back of his head slowly turning, nodded slightly. "Okay!"

Immediately, Zhang Yuanqing heard the Lingjing notification:

Your current Lingjing is: Battle of the Gods.

Number: 00]