High-level martial arts: Contract cashback, invincible starting from the Zerg.

When the duel between the Dark Gods came to a conclusion.

A rich yet strange rose scent wafted around Chen Feng's nose.

It wasn't the sweet scent of ordinary roses, but rather a chilling aura mixed with dark divine power. When inhaled, it even caused a slight stagnation in the energy within Chen Feng's body.

The next moment, everything in front of Chen Feng began to crumble into pieces...

The dark canopy that had once enveloped the entire arena began to peel away from the edge of the dome, and the solid black iron beneath their feet began to crack at a visible rate.

Meanwhile, the bodies of all the spectators who had been standing quietly around the arena, which seemed to be made of energy, began to flicker slowly, looking like the will-o'-the-wisps floating in the arena, flashing on and off in the collapsing waves.

The collapse was accelerating, and everything before our eyes seemed to be undergoing a silent annihilation.

Only that strange rose scent grew stronger as the disintegration spread, its cold aroma now carrying a hint of rotten sweetness.

......

In the blink of an eye, the two were already in the inner courtyard of the Rose Manor.

On the two stone platforms in the center of the courtyard, a white porcelain puppet still stands.

They wore dark red Gothic gowns with black divine patterns embroidered on the hem, and their faces and bodies were made of pure white bone china, with two red gemstones set in their eye sockets.

"Welcome back to Rose Manor, victor!"

The two bone china puppets on the stone platform slowly turned around and bowed to Wei Yang in respect.

Wei Yang slowly raised her right hand and handed the dark soul that Mo Yuan had transformed into after his defeat to the fifth puppet servant.

The dark soul, which contained all of Mo Yuan's life's cultivation, was still struggling slightly as it hovered in Wei Yang's palm. The dark aura surged with unwilling ferocity, as if even in defeat, it would still put up a final stand.

However, the moment the fifth puppet servant stepped forward and gently touched the dark soul, a domineering suction force completely snatched the dark soul from Wei Yang's control.

The dark soul immediately let out a sharp shriek, and the dark mist surged wildly, trying to break free from the restraints of Puppet Number Five.

Just then, Puppet Number Five bowed slightly, uttering a low and obscure incantation. The magic patterns on Bone Porcelain's hands suddenly lit up, and it used its magic-suppressing hands to tightly envelop the dark mist.

After refining Mo Yuan's dark divine soul.

The Dark Soul gradually compressed from a raging mass of black energy mist into a drop of pitch-black Dark Source Blood, which flowed into Wei Yang's artifact—the "Moon Sand Bottle".

"The annals of history are written by the victors. With the dark divine soul of Mo Yuan poured into it, your Moon Sand Bottle has been further awakened. Not only has your divine power storage been tripled, but you have also gained the skill 'Godslayer Slash'."

Chen Feng watched as Wei Yang gently stroked the "Moon Sand Bottle," and a smile finally appeared on his lips.

Just after Rose Puppet No. 5 completed its settlement mission.

A heavy sound of a stone door turning came from deep within the inner courtyard!

It was as if a secret realm that had been dormant for thousands of years had finally been awakened.

Chen Feng looked up and saw that at the bottom of the Rose Fortress at the end of the inner courtyard, a gate covered with black rose vines was slowly moving to both sides, while the black rose vines, nourished by divine power, were frantically contracting and coiling.

Thick, dark fog continuously seeped from the castle gates.

"The power of the Moon Sand Bottle has broken the third seal of the manor. Next, we will receive the final four missions, which are also the key to the fact that very few of the Dark Gods here have been able to return to the world alive."

Wei Yang and Chen Feng slowly walked towards the castle gate, their voices cold and calm.

Chen Feng followed closely behind Wei Yang as they entered the Rose Castle...

As the castle gates slowly closed behind them, Chen Feng and Wei Yang stepped onto the cold obsidian floor.

On the walls on both sides of the corridor hung a series of gray oil paintings, framed by bone wood entwined with black rose vines. The paintings depicted indistinct figures of dark gods, whose faces were hidden in shadow, but whose eye sockets glowed with a red light similar to that of bone china puppets.

The crisp echo reverberated repeatedly in the empty corridor, but it made Chen Feng feel a little uneasy.

Just then, a deafening clap of thunder suddenly echoed from the sky above Rose Manor.

A pale bolt of lightning tore through the sky, instantly illuminating the entire corridor and pinning Chen Feng and Wei Yang's figures to the cold wall.

Wei Yang's figure remained slender, her expression cold and hard, appearing even more aloof in the pale light of the lightning.

Chen Feng frowned slightly, his gaze warily sweeping over the shadows that occasionally flashed by on both sides of the corridor.

When the two finally arrived at the door of the study in the upper part of the castle...

Another pale bolt of lightning ripped across the sky. This time, the lightning lingered for a little longer, clearly illuminating the study door in front of the two men, as well as their intertwined figures.

Wei Yang's aloofness and Chen Feng's vigilance were magnified into huge shadows in the light and shadow of the lightning, projected onto the oil painting and rose vine relief on the wall, intertwining with the wildly dancing lightning outside the window to create a strange and mysterious scene.

There was a soft "click".

The long-sealed study door slowly opened inwards.

The deep creak of the door hinges turning instantly shattered the castle's deathly silence.

Chen Feng's gaze also entered the study.

In the center of the study on the upper floor of the fortress stood a long ebony table. Artificial light streamed through the darkly patterned stained glass windows embedded in the roof, clearly displaying the scene inside the room to the two of them.

What intrigued Chen Feng, however, were the three humanoid puppets dressed in rose-themed clothing inside the study...

These three puppets were definitely not like the wooden puppets or white porcelain puppets I had seen before, which were dull and lifeless.

They have incredibly realistic skin, and you can even see a faint red glow flowing under their skin, as if there is real blood flowing inside them. They are also surrounded by a faint rose scent, which is completely different from the cold and decaying atmosphere of the building outside the study.

Chen Feng's gaze slowly swept over the three puppets, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly.

"These puppets... look almost indistinguishable from real people."

Wei Yang nodded slightly, but her gaze fell on a puppet on the left. Although her voice remained calm, it carried a hint of imperceptible solemnity.

"They are the mission messengers of Rose Manor, and also high-level puppets left behind by the Dark Gods. Unlike the low-level puppets that are responsible for miscellaneous tasks and settlements, they carry out the last four core missions."

"The last four missions each correspond to a deadly secret of Dark City, which is why very few members of the Dark God Clan can leave here alive."