In Fu Qingyang's large villa, Zhai Cai, Xiahou Aotian, Guan Ya, and Tianxia Guihuo were gathered, listening to the constant Spirit Realm notification sounds in their ears, their faces serious and heavy, with a hint of anxiety.
For two days, the Spirit Realm's wanted notices had not stopped, being issued every few minutes.
Each wanted notice meant that an ordinary person had died.
This placed a huge psychological burden on the Lawful faction of The Way of the Extraordinary.
Xiahou Aotian scratched his hair, a restless expression between his brows: "I can't take it anymore. I've never felt the Spirit Realm so noisy. Let's unite the masters of the Lawful faction around the world and fight the Wind and Thunder Gods."
Zhai Cai, whose expression was equally heavy, scoffed upon hearing this: "Do you want to see the Wind and Thunder Gods slaughtering from south to north, or from north to south?"
He took a deep breath and exhaled heavily, as if to relieve the anxiety in his heart.
For most Lawful individuals, the Spirit Realm notification sounds were challenging their moral bottom line, shouting in their ears again and again: Someone else has been killed.
"Are you just going to watch helplessly?"
"But what can we do besides watch helplessly? In the face of absolute power, sacrifices are in vain and won't contribute anything."
But the moral burden and psychological pressure were unavoidable, hence the anxiety and restlessness.
Tianxia Guihuo coldly said, "Headquarters has already issued a high-risk warning, giving all official members a stay-at-home and lie-low order. The attitude is obvious."
Guan Ya softly said: "All we can do is wait, wait, and wait. But when will the demigods leave the instance? If they can quickly resolve it, the losses can be reduced to a controllable range. If it's a long-term instance, I don't know how many mortals will die in this disaster, leaving the demigods with a devastated world."
Zhai Cai sighed: "An even worse situation is that the Lawful demigods are defeated in the instance, and there is no savior at all. The world has entered its doomsday countdown. By the way, where is that scoundrel, Yuan Shi Tian Zun?"
Xiahou Aotian replied: "Didn't that scoundrel enter the instance?"
Guan Ya's expression was complicated: "He came out of the instance three days ago and has been missing since successfully advancing to level nine."
Level nine!
Cui Cai looked surprised. "Is this kid the Spirit Realm's illegitimate son? He just advanced to level eight not long ago. This is eight to nine, not elementary school to middle school!"
Xiahou Aotian was surprised: "You fake foreign devil even knows about elementary school to middle school?"
"What fake foreign devil? Although I wear Western clothes, my heart is still Chinese." Zhai Cai glared at him, then sighed: "But in the current situation, a level nine master is as useless as a cat or dog on the side of the road."
Grandpa in Kangyang District turned on the TV to watch the morning news.
"According to this station, in recent days, thanks to the continuous and unremitting efforts of the public security officers, the public security environment in Songhai has greatly improved and has returned to the level before the virus leak. The government will continue to invest police force to maintain peace and ensure the personal and property safety of Songhai residents, remembering that people are the foundation and people are the priority."
"Next, let us broadcast a news item from the Free Federation. According to reports from this station's reporter stationed in the Free Federation, several supernatural events have occurred in the Free Federation in recent days, affecting nine cities and causing large-scale water and electricity paralysis. We can see that these cities have suffered unimaginable disasters..."
The TV screen showed an overview of the city. The city seemed to have been hit by a super-giant hurricane, with trees uprooted, buildings collapsed, streets flooded, and houses crushed.
"More terrifyingly, the city has been affected by unknown electromagnetic pulses, the signal is interrupted, and all electrical appliances have been damaged to varying degrees... Preliminary estimates are that this continuous disaster has caused two million casualties..."
"Our Ministry of Foreign Affairs expresses deep concern about the Free Federation's situation and calls on the Free Federation to bravely assume responsibility, actively deal with the accident, and not ignore the lives and property safety of the people."
Grandma, who was clearing the table with chopsticks, leaned over and looked at the TV, incredulously saying, "Two million people have died... Isn't that fake? Even a war wouldn't kill so many people, right?"
Grandpa, with a head full of white hair, looked solemn. "Can the news lie to you? Two million is just a conservative estimate. According to the Free Federation's style, this number will have to be doubled."
Grandma looked terrified: "It's good that it's in the Free Federation. If it were in our country... Alas, Chen Shu is in the Free Federation!"
As soon as she finished speaking, the doorbell rang at the entrance. The worry on Grandma's face did not diminish, and she could only go to open the door first.
"Click!"
She turned the handle and opened the security door, seeing a woman in a white ladies' suit and metal-framed glasses standing at the door. She was a cold, abstinent career woman, holding a wine-red carry-on suitcase. Her hair was up, and she had removed complicated and ornate jewelry, appearing intellectual, simple, and capable.
The woman frowned slightly. "Mom, why didn't you tell me when you changed the password?"
It was none other than her daughter, Chen Shu, who rarely came home throughout the year.
Seeing her eldest daughter return, Grandma's old face relaxed, as if relieved of a heavy burden. Then, she put on a stern expression: "You still know how to come back? You still remember that you have a son in my care? After a while, don't say you forgot to tell me the password, I'll even forget who you are."
Chen Shu did not act coquettish or try to please her, but said indifferently: "I'm busy with work. Isn't this coming back to spend the New Year with you? Stop being sarcastic, your menopause is long gone."
Chen Shu's strong and resolute personality was inherited from her mother.
She put the suitcase in the living room and called out to Grandpa on the sofa, "Dad!"
Grandpa grunted noncommittally.
His gaze remained focused on the news, saying, "Your mother was worried about you just now. The Free Federation has been uneasy recently. Stay in the country for a longer period this time."
Chen Shu glanced at the TV and said, "Got it!"
She sat down at the dining table and said casually, "My assistant is still downstairs, bringing you New Year's gifts. Mom, how are you getting along with your daughter-in-law this year?"
Dressed too aloof and too strong, she was the kind of career elite or socialite who frequented high-end places, out of sync with the style of this home.
Grandma went into her youngest daughter's bedroom. Chen Shu took a cushion and said irritably, "Don't buy white clothes if they cost tens of thousands of yuan. They get dirty easily."
Chen Shu's clothes never cost less than five figures. After putting down the cushion, she said unhappily, "The same as always. She's in her house, I'm in my house, and we don't interfere with each other. If she makes me unhappy one day, I'll rush over and teach her a lesson, and her husband and son will have to watch obediently on the side."
Chen Shu said: "Where is Yuanzi? I called his phone and Guan Ya answered."
Grandma said sarcastically: "Who is Yuanzi? I'm about to forget him too. Humph, ever since your son had a girlfriend, he's forgotten his own doghouse. He lives at the girl's house every day. People who don't know would think he's become a live-in son-in-law."
Chen Shu seemed not to have heard Grandma and continued to complain: "The young ones are unreliable, and the old ones are even more outrageous. Your brother said he was going out a few days ago and hasn't been home for three days. I called and no one answered. I looked for him but couldn't find him. I called Yuan Jun, but Yuan Jun went on a business trip to Hangzhou and told me to find his colleagues, which was useless. I still haven't heard any news."
Chen Shu wasn't curious or concerned about the family scum's disappearance. Instead, she asked about her nephew's situation.
"Is he so busy after becoming the captain of the public security brigade? It's almost the New Year, and he still has to go on a business trip to another place?"
Grandma said: "It's not a unit assignment, he went to Hangzhou to find A Bing, that child who played very well with Yuanzi, who used to live next door to our house."
Chen Shu suddenly fell silent.
Hangzhou.
Chen Yuanjun, who had been staying in the hotel for three days, finally received a call from his subordinate.
"Captain Chen, we found it. We found Lei Yibing's missing person file at the Xizi Lake Public Security Bureau. The case was sent here by our Public Security Bureau four years ago." Xiao Gao's voice was full of joy.
After being busy for three days on this business trip, he finally had a harvest. Captain Chen promised that after finishing this matter, he would give him three more days of vacation for the Spring Festival. He wouldn't have to be on duty even if the sky fell.
Chen Yuanjun exhaled softly. "The Xizi Lake Public Security Bureau should have investigation details."
An Yu Ping Sheng residential complex, Room 402.
After just sending her husband off and finishing cleaning the dining table, Aunt Zhou heard the doorbell.
"Coming, coming!"
She wiped her wet hands on her apron and opened the door, seeing a man wearing a baseball cap and a mask knocking on the door.
Aunt Zhou scrutinized the other party vigilantly. "We don't buy anything. No need to solicit. My husband and son are still sleeping, and I don't want them to be disturbed."
By saying this, she was creating the impression that there were two adult men at home.
People dressed like this could not be trusted no matter where or when, and needed to be vigilant.
"I have news about Lei Yibing," the man in the baseball cap and mask said in a hoarse voice.
Aunt Zhou's hand that was closing the door suddenly froze, and her face showed surprise, doubt, and urgency, a complex mix of expressions.
Hesitantly, the man walked into the entrance, entered the living room without taking off his shoes or closing the door, and said, "Come over."
Aunt Zhou subconsciously obeyed the other party, closed the door, sat on the sofa opposite the man, and the man raised his head, revealing a pair of gloomy eyes under the brim of the baseball cap. The eyes seemed to contain a whirlpool: "You are very tired now, very tired, you need to rest."
Aunt Zhou closed her eyes, her body tilted, and she fell asleep on the sofa.
The Pure Yang Palm Sect Master's eyes suddenly saw countless bizarre and grotesque dreams. At this time, there were still many people sleeping in the nearby residential complex.
He had investigated all the figures at Kangyang Middle School who might be related to Yuan Shi Tian Zun and found nothing.
After going around in circles, he returned to Lei Yibing's house, which seemed unrelated to Yuan Shi Tian Zun but was clearly problematic.
He planned to deeply analyze this woman's dreams and excavate her forgotten memories.
In the Chaotic Boundary, Zhang Yuanqing did not dwell on it. The whereabouts and choices of Emperor Shi were not important, and he would wait.
It was just gossip when communicating with the Jade Emperor, after all, the era of Emperor Shi ended more than two thousand years ago, whether he was dead or alive was of little significance.
At this time, the Jade Emperor glanced at him and said slowly.
"Three days."
Zhang Yuanqing was stunned, with a look of astonishment. In his perception, from summoning the Jade Emperor to the present, it had been at most half an hour.
"There are no years in chaos. The flow of time here is different from the outside world." The Jade Emperor calmly stared at him, waiting for his request.
"If I stay here for a year, wouldn't hundreds of years have passed outside?" What request can I make? Zhang Yuanqing tentatively asked, "I want to become the Lord of the Sun!"
The Jade Emperor smiled at him without saying a word.
The scene was a little awkward... As expected, it wouldn't work. Gods also have limits.
Zhang Yuanqing did not hesitate and whispered his request, "I want to enter the Sun instance."
This was his most fundamental purpose for summoning the Jade Emperor. He, Fu Qingyang, and his uncle had discussed the existence of this mysterious Jade Emperor more than once, and they all believed that this Jade Emperor was a stronger existence than a demigod.
Because Emperor Shi and the Bad People both sought him out.
After learning that the Demon Seed had penetrated the Sun instance and sent an evil demigod into it, and that he had lost his qualifications to compete for the Sun, Zhang Yuanqing immediately thought of communicating with the Jade Emperor.
The last three days of chatting, he found that the Jade Emperor was very interested in talking, so he took the opportunity to inquire about information and learn secrets.
The fundamental purpose had not changed, which was to enter the Sun instance.
As long as he could enter the Sun instance, his uncle, the Goddess of Beauty, his cousin, and the Xie family's ancestor would definitely turn to support him, and the Xiahou family head would most likely defect.
Among the other alliance leaders of the Five Elements Alliance, Jiang Gangzhu had a good impression of him, and there was also the friendship between Jiang Jingwei and Jiang Ju, so even if they didn't help, they wouldn't become enemies.
He could completely form a three-legged situation with Ling Tuo and the Taiyi Sect Master.
The Jade Emperor, with a dial slowly turning behind his head, nodded slightly. "Okay!"
Immediately, Zhang Yuanqing heard the Spirit Realm notification sound:
Your Spirit Realm this time is: War of the Gods.
Number: 00].