The Way of the Extraordinary Instance:

The vast universe is like a pure black velvet, with stars scattered like sparkling diamonds.

Starlight descends, coalescing into a magnificent round table and fifteen high-backed chairs.

Subsequently, figures appear around the table.

There’s a young woman with white hair, a robust man with red hair and beard, a swaying sapling sprite, a burly middle-aged man with blond hair, blue eyes, and a scruffy beard, a fair and lovable boy, and a wise elder with white hair and beard.

Fu Qingxuan surveys the table. Apart from the two accompanying deities from the Goddess Association and the Merchant Guild, all the demi-gods of the Lawful faction are present.

“Long time no see, Brother Zhao, how’s your divination progressing?”

“I can't improve my divination unless I devour you, Brother Liu.”

“What a coincidence, Brother Zhao and Brother Liu, my alchemy has been stuck at a bottleneck for years. Would either of you mind relinquishing your authority?”

“Ah, you old codger, if it weren’t for the official constraints, I would have taken you down sixty years ago.”

“Brother Xie, I heard the Chu family’s girl obtained the Demon Refining Pot. How about we join forces? You take the Demon Refining Pot, and I’ll take the Nuwa Relic.”

“Get the hell out, that’s my descendant.”

The demi-gods of the Musician and Scholar professions begin to chat as soon as they meet, their words laced with profanity.

“Silence!” Fu Qingxuan raps on the table, her sharp gaze sweeping over the demi-gods of the The Way of the Extraordinary families.

“The demi-god conference is not a place for you to mock each other. The sun, moon, and stars are not in place. What use is it for you to control administrator privileges if you can't even log in? Eating anyone is the same as being useless. Besides, when the official organization was formed, it was agreed that the three Musician families and the three Scholar families would share administrator privileges.”

“The result of infighting within the Lawful faction has already happened once. You all know how it ended.”

The round table quiets down. Although Fu Qingxuan is the least experienced among the demi-gods present, she is one of the official demi-gods and holds the General position, which in ancient times would be the Grand Marshal of all the armies.

With the Grand Marshal speaking, the demi-gods of The Way of the Extraordinary families naturally give some face.

The mutually hostile Chairman of Celestial Punishment and the Sea Emperor also restrain their sarcastic remarks.

At this moment, a figure manifests at the table. It's a man in a pink suit paired with a white shirt, wearing a silver mask and holding a glass of champagne.

His hair is slicked back, making him look like he’s about to attend a fashion convention.

As soon as the flamboyant man enters, he pats the demi-gods on the shoulders one by one.

“Oh, everyone’s here, you old guys haven't gathered so completely since the battle for the Compass of Light. Would anyone like a glass of champagne to celebrate?”

He walks to the Zhu family patriarch, patting him on the shoulder. “Old Zhu, the Palace Master of Zhisha is protected by me and the Lord of the Sun. Don’t you dare touch her.

Ignoring me and the Lord of the Sun is like slapping our faces. Be careful when the Sun returns; it'll come for you."

The Zhu family patriarch, dressed in black practice clothes, with white hair and beard, smiles and says into the void, “Make sure you can leave this conference instance alive first.”

He looks around and asks, “Where is that Goddess of Beauty?”

“The Goddess of Beauty went to sleep with male models and delegated me to participate in the meeting. My opinion is her opinion.”

Chairman Hui raises his head and says with a fake smile, “Why are you standing so high? Come down and join the meeting!”

A brilliant and dreamlike starlight falls, coalescing into a vague humanoid figure without facial features, emitting a starlight that outshines all the stars in the sky.

“Let’s have a meeting!” the figure formed by starlight says faintly.

“Why don’t you drop your phone again?” Chairman Hui leans back in his high-backed chair, crossing his legs.

The figure formed by starlight seems not to hear, its voice grand and ethereal, devoid of any emotion. “From the moment Ling Tuo pieced together the complete lunar source, this day was destined to arrive. After the sun, moon, and stars return to their positions, the Evil faction began plotting against the Gods of Wind and Thunder! After the failure, Ling Tuo concealed the Merit List, and the Evil faction joined forces to besiege the Sea Emperor.”

“Both attempts were aimed at weakening the demi-god strength of the Lawful faction before the Sun instance opens.”

“Now, the Evil faction has no choice. The only thing they can do is delay time and allow Ling Tuo to conceal the Merit List again.” The voice of the Head of Taiyi sect is like a mixed and 3D surround sound effect, layered and coming from all directions.

“What’s the use of concealing the Merit List?” Jiang Gangzhu says with a loud voice.

“We've reached this point, and they still want to coerce us with ordinary people? Wars always have casualties. The Evil faction can kill as many mortals as they want. I only care about winning. Only winning gives us a future.”

As a centenarian who came from the war era, his thinking is correct. As long as the Lawful faction wins the war, the world will eventually be peaceful, and the current mortals are all born and bred after the victory of the war.

The Head of Taiyi Sect slowly says, “Ling Tuo concealing the Merit List is not for the purpose of killing mortals, but to obtain this causality-based item, so that they can compete with me when the Sun instance opens."

The Sea Emperor, with a scruffy beard and a robust build, is about to speak, but the Head of the Scarlet Fire Gang preempts him, “Isn’t the Sun supposed to purify all pollution? If Ling Tuo, as a fallen, touches the Sun, the consequence will be purification or incineration.”

The Sea Emperor nods silently. The Head of the Scarlet Fire Gang asks the question that was on his mind.

“A good mouthpiece.” The Head of the Taiyi Sect says with a grand and layered voice, “Ling Tuo cannot directly control the Sun, but he can use the Merit List to exert influence. In addition, he has many ways to control the Sun, create a new soul, shape a physical body, and control the Sun with this new body as a puppet.”

“However, according to the current trends of the Evil faction, they are more inclined to awaken the Night Emperor and devour the Sun.”

The Chairman of Celestial Punishment agrees.

“The higher-ups of the Eternal Night Church have indeed been trying to awaken the Night Emperor recently,” the Head says.

“The Sun is without an owner, and its source power is dormant. Although it exudes the property of purifying everything, it cannot resist the power of the Abyss. Once the Sun is swallowed, we will never be able to obtain it again.”

Because no one can maintain a clear mind in the Night Emperor’s domain, the “Sun” is like sinking into an instance that no one can enter.

The Way of the Extraordinary Instance:

The vast universe is like a pure black velvet, with stars scattered like sparkling diamonds.

Starlight descends, coalescing into a magnificent round table and fifteen high-backed chairs.

Subsequently, figures appear around the table.

There’s a young woman with white hair, a robust man with red hair and beard, a swaying sapling sprite, a burly middle-aged man with blond hair, blue eyes, and a scruffy beard, a fair and lovable boy, and a wise elder with white hair and beard.

Fu Qingxuan surveys the table. Apart from the two accompanying deities from the Goddess Association and the Merchant Guild, all the demi-gods of the Lawful faction are present.

“Long time no see, Brother Zhao, how’s your divination progressing?”

“I can't improve my divination unless I devour you, Brother Liu.”

“What a coincidence, Brother Zhao and Brother Liu, my alchemy has been stuck at a bottleneck for years. Would either of you mind relinquishing your authority?”

“Ah, you old codger, if it weren’t for the official constraints, I would have taken you down sixty years ago.”

“Brother Xie, I heard the Chu family’s girl obtained the Demon Refining Pot. How about we join forces? You take the Demon Refining Pot, and I’ll take the Nuwa Relic.”

“Get the hell out, that’s my descendant.”

The demi-gods of the Musician and Scholar professions begin to chat as soon as they meet, their words laced with profanity.

“Silence!” Fu Qingxuan raps on the table, her sharp gaze sweeping over the demi-gods of the The Way of the Extraordinary families.

“The demi-god conference is not a place for you to mock each other. The sun, moon, and stars are not in place. What use is it for you to control administrator privileges if you can't even log in? Eating anyone is the same as being useless. Besides, when the official organization was formed, it was agreed that the three Musician families and the three Scholar families would share administrator privileges.”

“The result of infighting within the Lawful faction has already happened once. You all know how it ended.”

The round table quiets down. Although Fu Qingxuan is the least experienced among the demi-gods present, she is one of the official demi-gods and holds the General position, which in ancient times would be the Grand Marshal of all the armies.

With the Grand Marshal speaking, the demi-gods of The Way of the Extraordinary families naturally give some face.

The mutually hostile Chairman of Celestial Punishment and the Sea Emperor also restrain their sarcastic remarks.

At this moment, a figure manifests at the table. It's a man in a pink suit paired with a white shirt, wearing a silver mask and holding a glass of champagne.

His hair is slicked back, making him look like he’s about to attend a fashion convention.

As soon as the flamboyant man enters, he pats the demi-gods on the shoulders one by one.

“Oh, everyone’s here, you old guys haven't gathered so completely since the battle for the Compass of Light. Would anyone like a glass of champagne to celebrate?”

He walks to the Zhu family patriarch, patting him on the shoulder. “Old Zhu, the Palace Master of Zhisha is protected by me and the Lord of the Sun. Don’t you dare touch her.

Ignoring me and the Lord of the Sun is like slapping our faces. Be careful when the Sun returns; it'll come for you."

The Zhu family patriarch, dressed in black practice clothes, with white hair and beard, smiles and says into the void, “Make sure you can leave this conference instance alive first.”

He looks around and asks, “Where is that Goddess of Beauty?”

“The Goddess of Beauty went to sleep with male models and delegated me to participate in the meeting. My opinion is her opinion.”

Chairman Hui raises his head and says with a fake smile, “Why are you standing so high? Come down and join the meeting!”

A brilliant and dreamlike starlight falls, coalescing into a vague humanoid figure without facial features, emitting a starlight that outshines all the stars in the sky.

“Let’s have a meeting!” the figure formed by starlight says faintly.

“Why don’t you drop your phone again?” Chairman Hui leans back in his high-backed chair, crossing his legs.

The figure formed by starlight seems not to hear, its voice grand and ethereal, devoid of any emotion. “From the moment Ling Tuo pieced together the complete lunar source, this day was destined to arrive. After the sun, moon, and stars return to their positions, the Evil faction began plotting against the Gods of Wind and Thunder! After the failure, Ling Tuo concealed the Merit List, and the Evil faction joined forces to besiege the Sea Emperor.”

“Both attempts were aimed at weakening the demi-god strength of the Lawful faction before the Sun instance opens.”

“Now, the Evil faction has no choice. The only thing they can do is delay time and allow Ling Tuo to conceal the Merit List again.” The voice of the Head of Taiyi sect is like a mixed and 3D surround sound effect, layered and coming from all directions.

“What’s the use of concealing the Merit List?” Jiang Gangzhu says with a loud voice.

“We've reached this point, and they still want to coerce us with ordinary people? Wars always have casualties. The Evil faction can kill as many mortals as they want. I only care about winning. Only winning gives us a future.”

As a centenarian who came from the war era, his thinking is correct. As long as the Lawful faction wins the war, the world will eventually be peaceful, and the current mortals are all born and bred after the victory of the war.

The Head of Taiyi Sect slowly says, “Ling Tuo concealing the Merit List is not for the purpose of killing mortals, but to obtain this causality-based item, so that they can compete with me when the Sun instance opens."

The Sea Emperor, with a scruffy beard and a robust build, is about to speak, but the Head of the Scarlet Fire Gang preempts him, “Isn’t the Sun supposed to purify all pollution? If Ling Tuo, as a fallen, touches the Sun, the consequence will be purification or incineration.”

The Sea Emperor nods silently. The Head of the Scarlet Fire Gang asks the question that was on his mind.

“A good mouthpiece.” The Head of the Taiyi Sect says with a grand and layered voice, “Ling Tuo cannot directly control the Sun, but he can use the Merit List to exert influence. In addition, he has many ways to control the Sun, create a new soul, shape a physical body, and control the Sun with this new body as a puppet.”

“However, according to the current trends of the Evil faction, they are more inclined to awaken the Night Emperor and devour the Sun.”

The Chairman of Celestial Punishment agrees.

“The higher-ups of the Eternal Night Church have indeed been trying to awaken the Night Emperor recently,” the Head says.

“The Sun is without an owner, and its source power is dormant. Although it exudes the property of purifying everything, it cannot resist the power of the Abyss. Once the Sun is swallowed, we will never be able to obtain it again.”

Because no one can maintain a clear mind in the Night Emperor’s domain, the “Sun” is like sinking into an instance that no one can enter.