The next day, 11:30 a.m.

The vast and boundless northwest Gobi Desert, with its undulating, reddish-yellow bare rocks stretching to the horizon.

Behind a secluded sand dune, a few clumps of short saxaul trees listlessly endured the sun's scorching heat.

The Devil Eye Heavenly King, his forehead wrapped with a sports headband, stepped on the soft, barren land, circled behind the sand dune, and saw the Zhisha Palace Master and Fu Qingyang hidden in the shadow of the dune.

The Devil Eye Heavenly King glanced at Qian Gongzi's clean, white leather boots, then at the Zhisha Palace Master's spotless skirt, a dangerous smile curving at the corners of his mouth:

"Didn't I tell you, the Gobi Desert is patrolled by warhawks trained by the Theocracy? Motor vehicles and airplanes will be spotted by them. Did you treat my words as wind in your ears?

"If you delay the resurrection of Yuanshi Tianzun, I'll make you both pay with your lives!"

Fu Qingyang coldly said, "We teleported here."

Zhisha Palace Master: "Hick!"

The Devil Eye Heavenly King forced a retort, "Heh, the government really has money."

"The teleportation device is mine; it has nothing to do with the Five Elements Alliance." The Zhisha Palace Master opened her inventory and pulled out a small, exquisite copper pot forged from lapis lazuli.

She opened the pot and gently shook it.

A stark naked body "thudded" onto the sand dune, covered in viscous, light golden liquid. The liquid permeated the ground, and clumps of saxaul trees instantly sprouted from the hard, bare rock. The aura of life enveloped the surroundings, and the nearby camel thorns "rustled," visibly growing taller by a few centimeters.

Such a rich source of life essence was truly exceptional, but the Devil Eye Heavenly King and Fu Qingyang weren't focused on that. Their eyes were gleaming as they stared at the clone of Yuanshi Tianzun.

The clone was created using the original's essence blood, supplemented with a life essence sludge, making it identical to the original.

The Devil Eye Heavenly King nodded slightly. "It is indeed his aura. If Yuanshi Tianzun hadn't already been utterly annihilated, this body could have served as the vessel for his resurrection."

For a Night Wanderer and an Illusionist, having such a body of the same origin and lineage was enough to resurrect on the spot.

Next, the necessary items were exchanged.

The Devil Eye Heavenly King obtained the clone of Yuanshi Tianzun and the parchment scroll (teleportation device), while Fu Qingyang received the phone numbers of the Ghost Blade Heavenly King and the Silver Moon Heavenly King.

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After lunch, the Silver Moon Heavenly King, as usual, went to the Ghost Blade Heavenly King's secluded training ground to issue a challenge.

The Bewitching Fiend is a combat-type profession, like a scout in the Orderly Ones. Their combat abilities need to be honed through training to become increasingly powerful.

The Ghost Blade Heavenly King's residence consisted of two bungalows and a small courtyard. The northwest wind was strong and the sand harsh, the glass was grimy, and the walls and courtyard gate were also grimy.

"Ghost Blade, come out and fight!" The Silver Moon Heavenly King banged on the courtyard gate.

The Ghost Blade Heavenly King's impatient voice came from inside the courtyard: "Not going!"

The Ghost Blade Heavenly King was reluctant to fight the Silver Moon Heavenly King. As a seasoned level eight Ancient God of War, he only needed seventy percent of his power to suppress Silver Moon, and eighty percent to kill him.

In his opinion, fighting Silver Moon was purely sparring, and as fellow rulers of the Theocracy, he couldn't really engage in wanton slaughter.

--The inability to kill was a form of torture for a Bewitching Fiend.

Each time his battle intent soared, he had to suppress his murderous intent. Such a battle was meaningless, even torturous.

Upon hearing this, the Silver Moon Heavenly King thought for a moment. The Devil Eye Heavenly King was now reborn, a glare from him would cripple anyone. Extinction had a deep killing intent, and if truly provoked, he would dare to chop even an Asura, let alone him. Dying at the hands of Extinction would be too unjust.

And the Fear Heavenly King... a guy who could contend with a demigod, there was no point in trying to be impressive.

After thinking it over, he concluded that the Ghost Blade Heavenly King was indeed more suitable for sparring. So he raised his cattail fan-like hand and "duangduang" banged on the gate twice, roaring, "Ghost Blade, I'm here to issue a challenge! If you don't dare to come, you're a coward, a northwest weakling!"

As soon as he finished speaking, murderous intent surged within the courtyard. The two wooden doors shattered with a "bang," and the Ghost Blade Heavenly King walked out.

He was an ordinary-looking middle-aged man, of average height, with dark, shiny skin, wearing a dark brown cloth garment and leggings, looking every bit the part of a northwest old man.

"Stop talking nonsense, my blade is already thirsty." The Silver Moon Heavenly King was about to say "the usual place" when the Ghost Blade Heavenly King's phone rang in his pocket.

It was a call from an unknown number, the area code indicating Songhai.

The Ghost Blade Heavenly King answered the phone, coldly saying, "Who is it?"

They were using the most ordinary phone cards, without the surging battle intent transforming into a tangible gale, kicking up sand and grit.

An equally cold voice came from the other end of the phone: "I am Fu Qingyang! Ghost Blade, I challenge you, using your head to consecrate the flag. Come if you dare! The location is sixty miles southeast of the Theocracy's Holy Mountain."

The Ghost Blade Heavenly King's eyes suddenly blazed with light, his tiger-like body trembled, his gaze was ardent and bright, full of anticipation.

The Silver Moon Heavenly King held the Ghost Blade Heavenly King's shoulder, coldly sneering, "Fu Qingyang, what tricks are you playing again? You treacherous scout, we won't fall for it."

He planned to summon his trained warhawks to scout around and see if Fu Qingyang was really in the northwest.

Within the Theocracy, the Silver Moon Heavenly King leaned towards being a manager, an administrator, and a mother hen.

The Four Heavenly Kings were all talented individuals, valiant in battle, but not skilled at managing gangs. The Silver Moon Heavenly King had to take on the internal affairs of the Theocracy.

His experiences as a slave had made him very patient, skilled at handling interpersonal relationships and affairs, with both high intelligence and emotional intelligence – except when he was insulting people.

After mocking Fu Qingyang, the Silver Moon Heavenly King turned to the Ghost Blade Heavenly King, sneering, "Still so easily provoked. You should use your brain sometimes, weigh the pros and cons. Don't accept every challenge someone throws at you. You'll be schemed to death sooner or later."

At this moment, Fu Qingyang's cold voice came from the speaker again: "Silver Moon, you bastard born of a lowly slave, come to Songhai and take refuge with me! I've prepared a golden hoe for you. I'll be your master from now on."

The Silver Moon Heavenly King's scalp tingled, his face instantly flushed red, and the scars buried in his heart were reopened. Endless anger filled his chest.

Fu Qingyang's words were equivalent to dumping a bucket of excrement on him, polluting the Silver Moon Heavenly King's body, mind, and personality.

"Fu, you bastard, I'm going to chop you into pieces right now."

The two Ancient Gods of War roared, their knees slightly bent. The ground "thumped" as two figures shot into the sky like rockets.

Sixty miles southeast of the Holy Mountain, Fu Qingyang hung up the phone and dialed the Zhisha Palace Master's number: "Done!"

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Not far from the Holy Mountain, behind a sand dune, the Zhisha Palace Master took out the Perfect Human Skin and put it on, visualizing the appearance of the Silver Moon Heavenly King.

The Perfect Human Skin quickly "melted," adhering to the surface of her skin. In the blink of an eye, she became a tall, burly man with a shaved head, a high nose, and nose and lip rings.

She boldly strode towards the nearby Holy Mountain. At the foot of the Holy Mountain, there was a cluster of gray, northwest-style bungalows, nestled along the mountainside, built with a mix of stone and yellow mud bricks.

The Zhisha Palace Master quickly reached the building complex at the foot of the Holy Mountain, heading straight for the residence of the Extinction Heavenly King.

Along the way, Bewitching Fiends and Mist Lords bowed in greeting. The Zhisha Palace Master would sometimes nod coldly, sometimes burst into curses, criticizing the followers for being lazy and drunken. Those who were scolded were both trembling and accustomed to it.

No one suspected that the Silver Moon Heavenly King was an impostor.

Finally, the Zhisha Palace Master stopped at the gate of a courtyard halfway up the mountain. She naturally raised her hand and rudely banged on the gate.

A moment later, the gate opened, revealing a gaunt woman with bloodshot eyes, her expression full of sleepiness, like someone who had been chronically sleep-deprived.

The Theocracy had just attacked the capital, so it was normal for the government to send scouts to gather intelligence.

Hearing that she could engage in wanton slaughter, the Extinction Heavenly King excitedly licked her lips. She suddenly frowned, suspiciously staring at the Zhisha Palace Master: "Aren't you usually in charge of these things?"

The Zhisha Palace Master immediately cursed, "I'm going to fight Ghost Blade, I don't have time to deal with small fry. Go if you want to."

With that, he turned around, adopting an "I'll handle it myself" attitude.

"Get lost, don't steal my fun!" The Extinction Heavenly King rushed out of the courtyard, disappearing in a gust of wind in a flash.

The Zhisha Palace Master left in the opposite direction. Once she was away from the Theocracy's gathering place, she tore off the human skin, took out her phone, and called the Devil Eye Heavenly King:

"Done! You can resurrect Yuanshi Tianzun, but remember to bleed him first, don't put him directly into the Mother Goddess's womb. Be sure to remember this."

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Putting him directly into the Mother Goddess's womb would mean sacrificing him.

The Devil Eye Heavenly King was puzzled by the Zhisha Palace Master's repeated emphasis on this step. Suddenly, a glint flashed in the Devil Eye Heavenly King's eyes.

He thought of a possibility: putting Yuanshi Tianzun directly into the Mother Goddess's womb might resurrect someone else!

Skipping the "bleeding" step... it was like a pulsating heart.

He set down the hemp sack and dragged Yuanshi Tianzun out: "The Mother Goddess's womb can only resurrect once. If you ever return to the mirror realm, I'll be done with you."

He quickly closed the simple wooden door.

Inside the room, dark red fleshy substance, like sludge, covered the floor.

In the center, the fleshy substance piled high into a mountain, and a three-meter-long meat cocoon was partially embedded in the meat mountain.

The meat cocoon and the fleshy substance were connected by bluish-purple blood vessels.

The entire meat mountain slowly rose and fell.

After saying that, he picked up Yuanshi Tianzun and was about to throw him into the meat cocoon when he suddenly remembered the Zhisha Palace Master's warning.

"Bleed him first..." The Devil Eye Heavenly King frowned.

In his opinion, the clone was both flesh and blood and a blood relative, perfectly satisfying the two conditions for activating the Mother Goddess's womb. There was no need for the extra step of bleeding him.

If that was the case, then sacrificing Yuanshi Tianzun as a blood relative would mean that the resurrected one would be Yuanshi Tianzun's blood relative?!

This guy's blood relative... The Devil Eye Heavenly King pondered for a few seconds and then temporarily dismissed the matter. He didn't have much time. Resurrecting Yuanshi Tianzun was the most urgent matter at hand.

As for blood relatives, he neither cared nor deigned to consider them.

The torn flesh membrane quickly regenerated, covering the surface of the meat cocoon.

Through the flesh membrane, the Devil Eye Heavenly King saw the clone inside the cocoon being slowly digested and absorbed.

This process lasted for three minutes.

It's done! The Devil Eye Heavenly King lifted Yuanshi Tianzun's thick legs, threw him into the cocoon, and simultaneously stabbed the clone's heart with a knife, killing him.

After doing all this, the Devil Eye Heavenly King sheathed his knife and retreated, muttering to himself, "Resurrect, Yuanshi Tianzun! This world would be too boring without you. I need you to join hands with me to cleanse this dirty world."

It wasn't a problem that needed to be thought about clearly at the moment.

The sharp dagger cut through the artery in the thigh, and warm, crimson blood, rich in spiritual energy, gurgled out, flowing in small streams into the meat cocoon.

The fleshy wall writhed, quickly absorbing the warm blood.

After the meat cocoon had absorbed enough blood, the Devil Eye Heavenly King was overjoyed, eagerly waiting, his brow radiating the expression of a young father waiting for his child to be born.

But at this moment, the meat cocoon representing the "Mother Goddess's Womb" suddenly popped up a message: Read book later

[Unable to resurrect!]

The Devil Eye Heavenly King stared at this message, stunned in place.