In the magnificent palace of the dream world, the Dream Weaver, clad in black robes, stepped out of the mist into the immense hall, his footsteps echoing in the vast space.

He quickly arrived before the throne, bowing and saying, "Great Elder, something has happened. Yuanshi Tianzun and Fu Qingyang joined forces and killed the Seventh Elder and the Eleventh Elder, as well as the two Sovereigns of the South Branch of the Psionic Society."

The hooded giant, three meters tall, perched atop the throne, lowered his head, sinking into a lengthy silence.

This was already the fifth Sovereign of the Southern Faction to die at the hands of Yuanshi Tianzun.

From the initial Sixth Elder to the Third Elder, the Ninth Elder, and now the Seventh Elder and the Eleventh Elder – five Sovereigns. With the scarcity of evil professions, it would take at least three years to replenish them with newly promoted individuals.

No, it would be five years.

Because Yi Chuanmei, who had the most potential to be promoted to Sovereign, and several other Dream Weavers had already returned to the Spirit Realm, leaving almost no replacements.

The Great Elder's voice was layered and ethereal, laced with suppressed anger.

The Dream Weaver continued, "The official account of the Songhai branch posted an announcement this afternoon, saying they will launch a hunting operation against our Southern Faction's elders, led by Yuanshi Tianzun and Fu Qingyang..."

Perhaps sensing the Great Elder's leaking volatile emotions, the Dream Weaver's tone carried a hint of fear.

The dream palace began to shake violently, as if in a sudden earthquake.

After a while, the tremors ceased. The reporting Dream Weaver remained prostrate on the ground, not daring to move.

"The Leader participated in the destruction of the Vanishing Hotel, forging a deadly feud with Yuanshi Tianzun. Failing to kill him at the Saint realm, the Southern Faction's current revenge is inevitable," the Great Elder sighed, saying in a deep voice, "Draft a notice for me, telling Southern Faction members to act discreetly, avoid going out, and refrain from gatherings."

As for the other elders, he would notify them himself.

"Understood," the Dream Weaver bowed and retreated.

At nine o'clock in the evening, Zhang Yuanqing, who had gone from promiscuity in the daytime to weariness at night, curled up on the bed, drenched in sweat. His beautiful girlfriend, Bai Luhua, came to the rooftop of the villa wearing a bathrobe.

With the help of Fu Qingyang and the prodigies of Taiyi Sect, he had successfully gathered the materials and was ready to enter the gang's warehouse tonight to refine the two elders of the Nihility Sect.

One was the Eleventh Elder, with a 7th-level mid-stage persona, and the other was the Seventh Elder, with a 7th-level late-stage persona.

It's worth mentioning that the top five elders of the Nihility Sect were ranked based on strength. From the sixth onward, the ranking was based on seniority. Therefore, although the Eleventh Elder had more experience than the Ninth Elder, his ranking was lower because the Ninth Elder had been promoted to Sovereign a few years earlier.

Before entering the gang warehouse, Zhang Yuanqing planned to deduce a chance to refine the Three Talents Elixir.

He now knows how to level up, but without medicinal herbs, it's all empty talk.

But finding a suitable main ingredient wasn't easy. Hunting the Night Rose Protectors was too difficult, and entering the Taiyi Sect dungeon was unlikely!

What the brain couldn't solve, he could only hope for through Star Observation.

Taking out the Great Luo Star Plate and igniting the stars on its surface with the power of the stars, Zhang Yuanqing looked up at the starry sky, his temperament becoming ethereal and mysterious, his eyes flowing with pure starlight.

The stars of the Zhou Tian constellations transformed like program code, foreshadowing future developments and converging into the course of destiny.

Zhang Yuanqing didn't see his end in the river of destiny.

This meant that he would inevitably participate in demigod-level battles in the future. His persona wasn't high enough to deduce the secrets of heaven.

He looked back in the river of destiny, narrowing the scope of his deduction, focusing on the upgrade, and then saw many vague shadows.

Zhang Yuanqing incorporated these shadows into his eyes and deduced them repeatedly.

For a full hour, he opened his eyes and received an omen from the starry image: the opportunity to refine the Three Talents Elixir would be in 35 days.

However, it seemed to involve high-level forces, so he couldn't see it clearly, and could only obtain a premonition.

"35 days later..." Zhang Yuanqing put away the star plate, and his body disappeared from the rooftop of the villa.

In the Mo Sect's Mechanical City dungeon, Zhang Yuanqing inscribed the spirit rune array for summoning Niangniang and waited for half a day. The old hag read his message but didn't reply, ignoring him.

"Alas, it seems she doesn't want to see me recently," Zhang Yuanqing sighed in disappointment.

He had been thinking of asking her to catch a Night Wanderer for him to eat, but now it seemed that improving the elixir formula was already the biggest concession from the stubborn Niangniang.

Zhang Yuanqing erased the spirit rune array and began to depict the Soul Refining Array.

After drawing the spirit rune array, he spat out the power of Taiyin, transforming it into an old man and a youth – the Seventh Elder and the Eleventh Elder.

The two spirit bodies saw the light of day again, filled with resentment, and were immediately bound in the array by the cold Yin energy erupting from the spirit rune array.

"Two Elders, hand over the props and materials from your inventory," Zhang Yuanqing said with a smile.

"Yuanshi Tianzun!" The Eleventh Elder, in his youthful form, said with a ferocious expression, "We would rather self-detonate our primordial spirits than become your slaves. The Great Elder and the Leader will avenge us!" But he was suppressed by the array and unable to self-detonate.

The Seventh Elder sneered, "Want our treasures? Dream on. Kill us if you have the ability."

Zhang Yuanqing sighed, "Is being stubborn a traditional skill of your Southern Faction? I don't want to waste time talking to you. I'll have the Ninth Elder do some ideological work on you."

He spat out a mouthful of Taiyin power, transforming it into a black mist-like beautiful woman – the Ninth Elder. Seeing her two colleagues standing in the familiar array, she was first stunned, and then said with a strange expression and complex emotions, "You, you're here too."

She was somewhat unwilling, somewhat indignant, and somewhat bitter. Two more elders of the Southern Faction had suffered at the hands of Yuanshi Tianzun.

But deep down, there was also a hint of schadenfreude.

She had been rained on, and seeing others also being rained on made her feel very happy... this was the nature of evil professions.

The two elders of the Southern Faction stared at her coldly, "You actually submitted to Yuanshi Tianzun, living so shamelessly. You might as well die. Be clean."

"You don't deserve to be an elder of the Southern Faction."

"Heh, forget how you became a freelance dream prostitute, making a fool of yourself."

The Ninth Elder listened with a smile. After the two guys finished scolding, she said calmly, "Between life and death, I chose life. What's wrong with that!"

"What's shameful about becoming the master's spirit servant? The master is the most sentimental. The spirit servants and Yin corpses who followed him in the early days, the former has been promoted to the peak Saint, and the latter has even stepped into the Sovereign realm..."

"If I serve the master well, I may be able to reach a higher level in the future. Not to mention being a slave, I only hate that I don't have a physical body and can't serve him with my beauty."

Speaking of this, she changed her tone and said coldly, "You are in the Soul Refining Array, unable to self-detonate or resist, and are destined to become spirit servants. The saying goes that a wise man submits to circumstances. Since you have fallen into the hands of the master, why not abandon the darkness and turn to the light like me, and suffer less."

"Your props and materials are just extra for the master. Do you really think they are so important? They are just dispensable pledges of allegiance. You will be abused and tortured by the master in the future as spirit servants. Why bother?"

The two elders' expressions changed.

They were fish on the chopping board, unable to negotiate or resist. They wouldn't even be able to self-detonate in the future as spirit servants.

Zhang Yuanqing clapped his hands and said, "Your props will still be used by you. I won't take them. I don't care about them."

After a spirit body was refined into a spirit servant, it was equivalent to death, and the character card would automatically return to the Spirit Realm, and the items in the inventory would naturally return with it. He didn't care about them.

It was clear that the two elders didn't have good props. During the battle in the daytime, neither of them had top-quality props, and they were both 7th-level quality props.

Prop Lord no longer cared about 7th-level mid-to-low quality props.

However, instead of returning to the Spirit Realm, it was better to stay. When the time came, they would still be used by the spirit servants. The stronger the spirit servants, the stronger he would be.

Hearing Yuanshi Tianzun's promise, the two elders of the Southern Faction looked at each other, hesitating and struggling. After a full quarter of an hour, the two chose to submit:

In fact, even if they didn't submit, they couldn't escape being enslaved. Instead of that, it was better to hand over the props and materials and jump from the Southern Faction to Yuanshi Tianzun's command.

New job, new life.

The next day, Zhang Yuanqing woke up from a light sleep with Guan Ya in his arms. After getting dressed and washing up simply, he crushed the teleportation jade talisman.

The scenery blurred instantly and then became clear. In a medieval-style council hall, his figure appeared at the head of the solid wood long table covered with animal skins. A few seconds later, figures appeared out of thin air in the seats.

Xiahou Aotian, the Palace Master of Zhisha, the Demon Eye Heavenly King, Xiao Yuan, and Ms. Jojo. The tabby cat jumped from the high-backed chair onto the dew-covered table, raised its tail, arched its back, and yawned lazily, "Calling a meeting so urgently, who are we going to kill again? Can I apply to have Curly Dog attend the meeting for me in the future?"

"No, Ms. Jojo," Zhang Yuanqing said with a smile, "Elder Dog isn't a member of our gang."

He turned to the other three and said, "The meeting I want to convey to everyone is an internal meeting of the Return of the Dead... Today's meeting announces two things: First, I am about to enter the dungeon of the American Goddess Association and engage in a marathon dungeon strategy for 35 days. During this time, you should be as low-key as possible and don't cause trouble..."

"Second, 35 days later, no matter what you have to do, it's best to take the time. I will arrange a task that day."

Ms. Jojo widened her cat eyes, "Are you preparing to sprint for the promotion to the Sun Lord?"

The expressions on everyone's faces were different. Xiahou Aotian was a little surprised. In his opinion, the intensity of the previous dungeon was already the limit.

Whether psychologically or physically, he felt some discomfort.

He didn't expect Yuanshi Tianzun to conduct an even more intense and higher-intensity upgrade. Was he stimulated or did he sense some pressure?

Xiao Yuan was more worried, furrowing her brow, "What's wrong?"

Zhang Yuanqing said in a deep voice, "I observed the stars last night and found that the fate two months from now cannot be deduced or viewed. This means that two months from now, the general situation of the world will be chaotic and involve a very high level."

"I have a premonition that something big will happen two months from now."

The Demon Eye Heavenly King raised his eyebrows, "Two months from now, will the moral value disappear again?"

Zhang Yuanqing said, "It's very likely."

No wonder he was in a hurry to upgrade, everyone suddenly realized. Yuanshi Tianzun, who intended to compete for the throne of the Sun Lord, was now only a 7th-level Sovereign, far from the peak Sovereign realm, let alone the demigod realm.

It was normal to feel pressure.

"Two months..." the Demon Eye Heavenly King muttered to himself.

Zhang Yuanqing continued, "I won't take anyone with me for this upgrade. You should lie low. I will communicate with the American Goddess Association and regularly publish the dungeon strategy. You can learn about my recent situation through the published information."

"If I die in the dungeon, Xiahou Aotian will take over the position of gang leader and become your leader."

For some reason, Xiahou Aotian didn't feel happy.

"During the dungeon, I can't provide you with help. I will transfer the props in the gang warehouse to Xiahou Aotian. If you really encounter something, you can look for him."

Zhang Yuanqing said, "If there are no problems, let's dismiss the meeting."

"Wait!" The Palace Master of Zhisha raised her hand and asked, "Will there be sleeping women in the dungeon of the American Goddess Association?"

Xiao Yuan immediately looked over with burning eyes, like a lioness guarding her territory.

Zhang Yuanqing pretended not to hear and said without changing his expression, "Dismiss the meeting."

Bang!

He left the conference hall first.