Zhang Yuanqing had just ridden the wind out of the building when the sword light approached the intersection.

He immediately realized that flying wouldn't solve the problem, so he used Star Teleportation, barely managing to catch up with the tail of the sword light.

The next second, the sword light arrived at the intersection.

"Buzz!"

The air rippled, accompanied by a sound effect like an explosion of air, like a large firecracker exploding underwater.

Visibly, the void at the intersection tore open a six-meter-long gash. From the dark Mustard Seed Sumeru, a vast Yin energy and a heart-chilling fear emanated.

It was as if the gates of hell had been opened.

The surrounding pedestrians finally reacted. Before, it was because the speed was too fast that most people hadn't noticed the approaching sword light.

But when the sword light tore through Mustard Seed Sumeru, the burst of intense light, and the sudden drop in temperature, made these mortals aware that something was wrong.

They all looked towards the intersection.

At this critical moment, Zhang Yuanqing, who had used Star Teleportation consecutively, finally arrived. He raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

A wisp of starlight, mixed with soul power, spread out, instantly covering a radius of a hundred meters.

The drivers in the cars, the riders on electric bikes, and the pedestrians on foot, their eyes momentarily vacant, then returned to normal. Everyone no longer paid attention to the intersection, driving and walking as they pleased.

Zhang Yuanqing breathed a sigh of relief, thinking to himself, "Fortunately, I controlled the situation, otherwise the headline news online tomorrow would be: #Shocking! Mysterious Anime White-Haired Woman Breaks Through the Void in a Downtown Area#."

And then the comments below would be about otaku debating which anime the white-haired girl is the protagonist of.

The dark gash slowly closed, and the white-haired marshal gently stepped, floating into the spatial rift.

The red dancing shoes went in after her with a "clatter, clatter," vowing to kill Fu Qingyang.

"Marshal, wait for me..." Zhang Yuanqing sprinted to the gradually closing gash and plunged in headfirst.

The scene suddenly changed. The sunny city streets were gone, replaced by an ancient city shrouded in Yin energy.

The main road paved with stone slabs stretched into the dark and quiet depths of the ancient city. In front of him was a tall paifang, hanging a plaque that read "Ghost City."

The antique buildings on both sides of the main road had even more eye-catching signs.

It felt like he had come to a horror amusement park with a supernatural theme.

"Hiss, the Yin energy here is so dense that it can freeze a Night Wanderer..." Zhang Yuanqing followed the choice of his heart, moving closer to his tall and graceful cousin. "Marshal, you have to protect me."

Fu Qingxuan gave a majestic and indifferent "Hmm," like an empress agreeing to protect her people.

Her pupils bloomed with brilliant white light, and her gaze swept across the ghost city. She quickly came to a conclusion and said faintly, "A demigod-level item, composed of various supernatural powers and items. There is no artifact spirit, and the core is a rule-based item... It's similar in some ways to the Dog Elder's zoo."

"Clatter, clatter..."

The red dancing shoes abandoned the two of them and ran straight towards the end of the long street.

The two immediately followed. The female marshal strode forward calmly and steadily, while Zhang Yuanqing looked around vigilantly. Every shop here had traces of terrifying Yin energy.

Any shop could easily kill him.

But at this time, the sides of the street were filled with chaos.

The sign for "Escape Room" was hanging crookedly. The door of the "Weird Foot Massage" shop was smashed. The head of the ghost bride in the underworld marriage shop had been chopped off and rolled together with her red veil. A pair of resentful eyes stared fixedly at the street.

The "Zombie Outbreak" shop was also smashed. Inside the tilted doorway, charred zombies lay scattered, as if they had just been baptized by the power of the sun.

Clearly, these shops were smashed by Fu Qingyang and the others.

But the farther in they went, the more intact the shops were. This change indicated that Fu Qingyang and the others were no longer able to smash the shops and loot the houses, and could only retreat.

Ahead, there was a shop with a half-collapsed door, with a plaque hanging above it that read "Scream."

This shop seemed to have been smashed, but not completely.

Zhang Yuanqing looked through the open door and happened to see a wrinkled old face peering out from the shop entrance, the eye sockets flowing with black blood, watching the two of them gloomily.

It was a very old woman, her face pale, her pupils flowing with black blood.

The moment her eyes met Zhang Yuanqing's, she silently cracked open her mouth, splitting it to the roots of her ears, and black, viscous blood flowed like syrup.

"Woo~"

A painful gust of Yin wind swept through the shop. The old woman, wearing a Republican-era cloth dress, shrieked and pounced at Zhang Yuanqing. This should have been a Dominator-level wraith, but it seemed to have been severely injured by the power of the sun. Its aura declined, positioned between Saint and Dominator.

Weak Level 7!

Fu Qingxuan glanced askance, casually looking at the baring-fangs-and-brandishing-claws wraith, not even stopping her steps. With her fingers together like a sword, she was about to solve the moth flying into the fire.

Zhang Yuanqing suddenly moved, actually meeting the weak Level 7 wraith head-on.

Seeing this, the marshal frowned.

Black, rich energy surged from Zhang Yuanqing's left eye socket, and his right eye transformed into a molten golden pupil. His left arm was dyed with black Yin energy, and his right arm lit up with pure, domineering golden light.

The power of Taiyin and the sun filled his body at the same time.

Zhang Yuanqing grabbed the old woman's neck with his left hand, using Spirit Devour to suppress her, and gently patted her forehead with his right hand.

With a series of sizzling sounds, black smoke rose from the old woman's forehead, and she let out a shrill scream that only Night Wanderers could hear.

Its aura rapidly declined.

Zhang Yuanqing opened his mouth and inhaled, and the old woman turned into black smoke and was swallowed into his stomach.

In less than three seconds, a weak Level 7 wraith was subdued.

Fu Qingxuan withdrew her sword fingers, her brow already unfurrowed. She looked at Zhang Yuanqing with great interest and said, "The power of the sun... you actually used a Saint's body to accommodate the power of the sun. You really are a genius, with a promising future." If the elders of the official faction heard this, they would definitely pay more attention to Yuan Shi Tian Zun.

The marshal, who reached the peak before the age of thirty, had unparalleled talent. Even the Demon Lord was weaker than her.

Such a person was inevitably arrogant and conceited. Fu Qingyang thought that all the geniuses in the world were trash, and she thought that all the demigods in the world were trash.

It was just that she didn't say it.

Among the contemporary young people, besides the Demon Lord, no one else could get her approval.

Her own younger brother, Fu Qingyang, was just a clumsy bird who could make up for his lack of talent with hard work in her eyes.

Zhang Yuanqing stepped back to his original position and said loudly, "It's because the Marshal is here that I dare to take risks. The Marshal gave me courage."

Fu Qingxuan showed a surprised expression, never expecting that this newly promoted genius of the official faction could actually speak so eloquently.

"You lack Spirit Servants?"

"Desperately!"

Fu Qingxuan pondered slightly, "I'll take you on a sweep. There are quite a few high-quality Spirit Servants and Yin Corpses here, but I will only scavenge Saint-stage ones for you. If you want to get Dominator-level Yin Corpses and Wraiths, you need to work hard yourself. I won't force growth."

Zhang Yuanqing's heart pounded wildly. He hesitated and said, "Will this delay saving people? Elder Fu hasn't escaped danger yet."

Compared to high-quality Spirit Servants and Yin Corpses, he was more worried about Fu Qingyang's safety.

Fu Qingxuan's cold and frosty pretty face finally showed a hint of a smile, which she then restrained. She looked into the distance and said, "They won't die for a while. Trash should just hide in their blankets."

Zhang Yuanqing didn't understand the second half of the sentence, but it didn't stop him from bowing down and saying, "Thank you, Marshal!"

Northwest Gobi.

The Gobi Desert is one of the largest barren regions in the world, stretching across the northwest of the continent, spanning grasslands and North China.

As far as the eye can see, the undulating land is covered with bare rock. The gale seems to be mixed with sand and gravel.

The daytime is hot, the night is cold, the soil cannot be cultivated, the mountains cannot be hunted, and the vast and boundless land is sparsely populated.

Geographers believe that the Gobi was formed because the terrain was elevated, and sandstone was constantly weathered and eroded, turning into a large amount of debris.

But compared to the desert, which is a true forbidden zone of life, the Gobi has undulating terrain, rocky peaks, and is visually rich and colorful.

At the foot of a mountain called "Tengri," a row of flat houses built of yellow mud and stone blocks has stood for ten years in the scorching sun.

"Tengri" means "god" in Mongolian. The bewitchment of the Demonic Church followed local customs and named this mountain, which originally had no name, Tengri.

Because sleeping in the mountains is the spiritual leader of the bewitchment – Asura.

Asura's choice to sleep in this rocky mountain was not too particular. It was purely because he didn't want to be disturbed while sleeping, so the sparsely populated Northwest became his choice.

Twenty years earlier, Asura's place of slumber was not "Tengri" Holy Mountain, but another unnamed mountain peak.

At that time, the Five Elements Alliance had just been established, and the ten elders of the headquarters had just taken power. They were eager to show their authority and achievements to all parties. After discussing with the higher-ups, they decided to nuke Asura.

As a result, the mountain was nuked, but Asura was not. So the homeless Asura planned to change to a lively place to sleep. He chose the capital.

This incident caused a great deal of trouble at the time, and the overseas Spirit Realm organizations were closely watching it. In the end, it was the Taiyi Sect Master and the Jiang Gang Leader who joined forces to fight Asura.

Asura withdrew from the capital, returned to the Northwest Gobi, and the Order camp never tried to nuke Asura again.

In a flat house near the mountains, dark red flesh-like substances, like sludge, covered the entire room.

In the center of the room, the flesh-like substances were piled high into a mountain, and a three-meter-long meat pod was half-embedded in the flesh-like substances.

The meat pod was connected to the flesh-like substances by purple-blue blood vessels. The entire meat mountain slowly undulated, like a pulsating heart.

This is the Chu family's rule-based item – Mother God Uterus!

Although it has the word "god," it is not holy and radiant. On the contrary, it has a hint of Cthulhu-esque horror.

Suddenly, the flesh membrane on the surface of the meat pod was propped up, revealing the outline of a palm. The next second, the palm broke through the flesh membrane, and the man inside rolled out of the meat pod like an infant tearing through the amniotic sac.

This was a burly man, 1.9 meters tall, with a shiny bald head, rugged and resolute features, and holes remaining on his earlobes, nostrils, and lips, but no silver rings.

He was resurrected!

Earrings and silver rings were not within the resurrection scope of the Mother God Uterus, and neither were clothes.

Silver Moon Heavenly King tremblingly crawled up, leaning against the meat pod, and looked up at the ceiling of the flat house in a long silence.

"I thought the Demon Eye would be the first to be resurrected from the Mother God Uterus, but I didn't expect it to be you. You just advanced to Heavenly King, and you had to use this item to resurrect. It seems you were hit hard." An elegant and casual laughter came from beside him.

Silver Moon Heavenly King turned his head to look. The speaker was a young man in a neat suit, with a dashing short haircut, wearing a silver earring, and as refined and elegant as a butler in a noble family.

Silver Moon Heavenly King retracted his gaze, looked up, and continued to be in a daze.

Fear Heavenly King tirelessly comforted him: "I know you feel very frustrated. When you were at the Saint stage, you were not much different from him. After advancing to Dominator, the power of the Ancient War God should be far stronger than that of the Puppeteer. But he hit you like a sixth-grader hitting a kindergartener."

Silver Moon Heavenly King coldly said, "Get out after you're done talking. I want to be alone."

"Sorry, let me revise my wording. Maybe it would make you feel better if I changed kindergartener to first-grader," Fear said.

Silver Moon Heavenly King's mouth twitched.

Fear Heavenly King didn't realize how annoying he was at the moment. He sat down on the meat pod and said with a smile, "Why compare yourself to a monster? Looking at the whole world, besides Fu Qingyang, how many people can comprehend the rules at the Saint stage? I've known him for many years, and I've also heard about his past. That person is a prisoner."

Talking about Fu Qingyang, this formidable enemy, Silver Moon Heavenly King finally responded to him, "A prisoner?"

"That's right, a prisoner! He drew a circle in his heart and imprisoned himself inside, never stepping out of this circle for more than twenty years. I've known Fu Qingyang for many years. I've always hated people who abandon freedom," Fear Heavenly King said, "At that time, he was still a Transcendent, with mediocre combat power and average talent. You know, at the same level with the same skills, some people are stronger and some people are weaker."

"This depends on the compatibility of the profession and the comprehension of the skills. Fu Qingyang doesn't have any of these talents. In terms of conquering dungeons, although he's not bad, he's far behind the real geniuses."

"But he has always stood in that circle, swinging his sword every day, rain or shine, giving up entertainment, giving up love, giving up everything. In his world, there are only swords and power, because these two things can make him forget his past inferiority and timidity."

"Timid? Inferior?" Silver Moon Heavenly King found it incredible.

"So it's very simple to kill Fu Qingyang. Challenge him at the same level, and he won't retreat," Fear Heavenly King curled the corners of his mouth. "He won't retreat even if he dies."

Silver Moon Heavenly King's heart skipped a beat, "In your chessboard, does Fu Qingyang already have his burial place?"

Fear Heavenly King didn't continue this topic, and said with a smile: "So, why do you think you can beat him? Why can you beat a fanatic who has been imprisoning himself for more than twenty years?"

Silver Moon Heavenly King was speechless, and said coldly, "Get out of here, don't be an eyesore."

"Tsk tsk, I'm very curious, can you still be so rampant and rude in front of Asura?" Fear Heavenly King crossed his legs and showed no sign of leaving.

Silver Moon Heavenly King didn't hesitate, "I respect him, I fear him, but I will still be like this."

When he said this, past events flashed through Silver Moon Heavenly King's mind.

He was born in the Liberty Federation across the ocean. His parents were slaves on a farm in the central region of the Federation. That country, which claimed to be the most civilized and prosperous in human history, had been accompanied by slavery and human trafficking since its founding.

Highly developed social welfare and high labor costs have always caused that powerful country to lack cheap labor. To this day, they are still engaged in the business of human trafficking, but compared to the barbarism and power of their ancestors, these guys have learned to wrap their greed and ugliness in the cloak of civilization and freedom. The shady deals have also shifted from the sunlight to the dark sewers.

Silver Moon Heavenly King's parents, harboring longing for the Liberty Federation, followed a group of villagers and smuggled themselves into the sanctuary in their minds. However, what greeted them was not civilization and freedom, nor was it a generous salary and a good life.

What greeted them was enslavement and beatings. They were taken to farms far from the city, put on handcuffs and shackles, and became livestock-like labor.

The farmers didn't need to pay wages, and they could enjoy spending them as much as they wanted, together with their security team.

Silver Moon Heavenly King was a child born to slaves. From birth, he was in the shadows of order.

His childhood and adolescence were a past he couldn't bear to look back on, locked in the depths of his memory, only occasionally taken out to recall, like a drunk tasting a treasured vintage wine.

From a young age, his parents told him that if you don't know who your master is, then think about who you can't scold.

The one you can't scold is the master!

Silver Moon Heavenly King hated his birth and hated that painful time, so after escaping the farm and becoming a Spirit Realm walker, he swore to himself in his heart that there was no one in this world who couldn't be scolded. Including Asura.

The members of the Demonic Church all thought that Silver Moon God General should be Wrath, because he was always talking trash. In fact, he just didn't want to be a slave again.

The past thoughts could end here, just like fine wine shouldn't be drunk greedily, but needs to be savored slowly.

Silver Moon Heavenly King recovered his thoughts and frowned: "You're waiting for someone to be resurrected?"

Fear Heavenly King patted the meat pod under him and nodded with a smile.

Silver Moon Heavenly King didn't ask any further questions. After a few seconds of silence, he suddenly said, "Fu Qingyang, is he really so obsessed that he faces danger and doesn't retreat even if he dies?"

"He can't go out even if he dies!" Fu Qingyang said with a cold and stern look in a dark corner.