Chapter 1 The Resurrection

Fu Qingyang cleared the S-rank dungeon. Xiahou Aotian’s embarrassment vanished in an instant, replaced by excitement and joy. With Yuan Shi Tianzun unreachable, their little “Return of the Dead” team was like a ship without a rudder.

It had left him with nothing to do but wallow in sensual pleasures with Zhai Cai, indulging in wine, women, and song.

He lamented, “The end of the world is coming, and I, the protagonist, can only endure the humiliation of enjoying such lavish material comforts.”

Now, Fu Qingyang had returned to reality, and the team finally had its backbone back.

Back in his study, Fu Qingyang’s eyes naturally fell upon Xiahou Aotian in the reception area, and the single-pass knight draped in a smooth black sable coat.

He showed neither surprise nor astonishment, merely sweeping his gaze across them calmly, like a Grand Marshal of the Armed Forces who could face Mount Tai collapsing before him without batting an eye.

Then, he noticed his prized Qian Hong and cigars, unwrapped and uncorked, being thoroughly enjoyed by the two.

Xiahou Aotian’s eyes darted about, and he quickly poured a glass of wine for Young Master Qian, “To celebrate Elder Fu clearing the S-rank dungeon and advancing to Level 9, Sovereign!”

Fu Qingyang took the glass and glanced at the liquid inside.

At that moment, the single-pass knight walked over, a cigar in one hand and a wine glass in the other, and said with a smile, “Sorry for helping myself to your collection without your permission. You’re not angry, are you?”

Fu Qingyang said calmly, “It’s nothing.”

Despite the words, Zhai Cai and Xiahou Aotian felt their skin crawl, every pore as if pricked by a sword. Should the cold-faced swordsman so much as twitch, they would be pierced by ten thousand blades and die.

*It’s nothing*, my ass! He clearly cares a lot! Xiahou Aotian thought to himself.

At the same time, he was filled with astonishment. The pressure and sense of danger emanating from Fu Qingyang, who had just advanced to Level 9 Sovereign, was even stronger than that of his uncle!

Keep in mind, his uncle was a peak Sovereign, and though the Scholar profession was a relatively mild one, unlike the overtly aggressive Scout, it still meant that Fu Qingyang was no ordinary Level 9 Sovereign.

He must have had some incredible encounter in the S-rank dungeon. Seeing the two men stiff and look as if they were facing a formidable enemy, not daring to move, Fu Qingyang slowly took a sip of cognac, pursed his lips, and commented, “It’s best to keep it in an ice bucket while drinking. The wine isn’t expensive, but it’s relatively rare. If you want to drink it, ask me next time.”

He put down his glass, pulled up a high-backed chair, and sat down, gazing at Xiahou Aotian like a dignified superior.

“Fighting in the dungeon alone was more difficult than I imagined. I wasted a lot of time in there and couldn’t clear it by the agreed time. What’s the situation with Yuan Shi?”

From the subtle expressions on their faces, he saw pessimism, gravity, and a hint of self-abandonment.

*The fight for the Sun Origin is already over. You couldn’t catch up even if you were eating shit while it was still hot…* Xiahou Aotian muttered to himself. Of course, he wouldn’t dare say it out loud.

He sighed, “Yuan Shi Tianzun has become the Sun God. Alas, I am a failure. I couldn’t keep up with his pace. Perhaps it’s just not my time yet.”

The news that Yuan Shi Tianzun had become the Sun God was completely unexpected for Fu Qingyang. The cold and dignified expression of the superior abruptly crumbled, replaced by a brief moment of blankness.

In that instant, the sense of accomplishment and satisfaction from advancing to Level 9 Sovereign vanished. The usually proud Young Master Qian felt a rare sense of helplessness: *Why did Yu Sheng exist when there was already Liang?*

Soon, these emotions transformed into deep relief. He restored his cold and dignified expression and nodded.

“It seems a lot has happened while I was in the dungeon.”

Immediately, Zhai Cai and Xiahou Aotian told Fu Qingyang about the Star Lord convening a meeting of demigods, forcing the Goddess of Beauty and the Void God to hand over the Compass Shards, and initiating the battle for the Sun Origin.

As for how Yuan Shi Tianzun was able to enter the dungeon and become the Sun God, they had no idea.

Xiahou Aotian sighed, “According to the announcements from the Five Elements Alliance headquarters and the Taiyi Sect, the Star Lord has betrayed the Lawful faction and become our greatest enemy. It is said that he and Yuan Shi will have a final battle. I don’t know if we can be of any help.”

Fu Qingyang used a mere two minutes to completely digest the information, calm the storm in his heart, and demonstrate an extraordinary mental fortitude.

He calmly asked, “Where is Yuan Shi? Has he returned to reality, or is he still fighting in the dungeon?”

Zhai Cai replied, “Last night, he fought with Asura in the Northwest. The Void Demigod was also in Yang City, teleporting the entire city’s population to the suburbs of Songhai. The government is currently mobilizing supplies to resettle the refugees. Just now, he seemed to be fighting in Lingjing Xingzhe again. Our levels are too low to participate or even watch.”

Xiahou Aotian said indignantly, “Yuan Shi got cocky after becoming the Sun God and doesn’t bother sharing information with us. We haven’t been able to contact him at all.”

Zhai Cai glared at Xiahou Aotian, dissatisfied, and said, “Don’t interrupt me. I heard from Xu Kong that the ultimate goal of the Evil faction is to destroy the Earth, and the gods behind them will intervene.”