No health bar? You call this stunningly beautiful NPC sickly?

Fu Qingfeng was patiently waiting for the guard to deliver the message when the scenery before him suddenly shifted without warning.

The wasteland and high walls vanished in an instant, leaving behind a void shrouded in endless night. Only a throne forged from bones and immortal crystals floated in the air, its immense pressure causing even the soul to tremble.

Fu Qingfeng gripped the paper umbrella tightly, his Nine Stars bloodline instincts making him acutely aware of the deadly danger.

"I don't know which senior has graced us with their presence. If I have offended you, please forgive me."

He dropped his gentle smile, and his voice returned to one of defensiveness and vigilance.

On the throne, a blurry figure slowly coalesced, and the mere sight of it caused the surrounding space to creak under its weight.

"Wearing a cheap disguise, living in a self-deceiving dream, is this the way of survival for your Taiyin clan?"

Fu Qingfeng's pupils contracted sharply. At their very first meeting, the other party had discerned his true identity and past experiences, which he had concealed for so many years!

The voice was condescending, carrying a nonchalant air that regarded everything as worthless: "You came to Blue Star simply to test its limits."

"I can give you a chance to become the player." The Lord of Arrogance's voice was high and mighty, making even charity seem like a matter of course.

"Do me a favor. Once it's done, your faction will continue, and you'll be able to shed this ridiculous men's clothing and walk before all races in your true form."

These words struck at Fu Qingfeng's weak spot, but he dared not relax for a moment. "What is it? You at least have to tell me what exactly happened in the ancient era?"

"The old scores of the ancient era are far more complex than what you see." The illusory figure on the throne scoffed. "Do you really think the battle between the Holy Domain and the Royal Court is for power and profit? That's nothing more than the remnants of a power struggle between the pro-god faction and the god-killing faction."

"The other monarchs of the old covenant are far more despicable than I am. They enjoy watching insects struggle in the mire, while I have never bothered to deceive you." The Lord of Arrogance's tone revealed a hint of impatience. "This war has dragged on until now because of those fools who have been interfering."

Mu Zhixi, backstage, was secretly amazed at the imposing aura she had put on.

What old alliances, what other monarchs—these were all just words she made up on the spot. But she firmly believed that as long as she believed it first, these players would definitely believe it without a doubt.

"I'm willing to reveal this to you because I hold the power to overturn the whole situation."

The Lord of Arrogance's voice was chilling to the bone.

"Put away your scheming and calculating thoughts. If you dare to harbor any disloyalty, I will let the race behind you know what true annihilation means."

Fu Qingfeng pursed his lips. Under the tyrannical suppression of his superiors, any plan he made was pale and powerless, and he couldn't even get a word in edgewise.

"Tens of thousands of forces must unite to barely survive in the shadow of the Holy Domain. Why did your ancestors choose to unite against the Holy Domain?" The Lord of Arrogance spoke slowly and deliberately, his mockery evident in his words. "Because under the laws of the Holy Domain, you are not even considered human."

"Stand still in your place. There is no right or wrong here. I can give you three days to consider."

As soon as he finished speaking, the oppressive force that had been pressing down on Fu Qingfeng receded like a tide.

Fu Qingfeng gasped for breath, and the surrounding scenery returned to the wasteland on the outskirts of District 13.

He gazed at the guards who remained on guard, a complex look in his eyes that no one could decipher.

"Thank you all, but I suddenly remembered that I have important matters to attend to in my clan, so I will take my leave now."

He dared not linger any longer, turned around and transformed into a streak of light, quickly disappearing into the sky.

Mu Zhixi, who was far away in the illusion of the back garden, withdrew her gaze, picked up the teacup on the stone table, took a sip, and was very satisfied with the effect of this tapping.

Wen Gu had been secretly observing the goddess's actions. When he saw her pick up the teacup, he mustered his courage and used his detection spell to scan the tea in the cup.

[Item Description: An ordinary ceramic cup, having come into contact with "He," has acquired a faint divine quality. Wearing it long-term can prolong life and provide immunity to all poisons.]

Wen Gu's hand trembled uncontrollably; he should have known better than to probe.

Mu Zhixi noticed Wen Gu's unusual behavior but didn't point it out.

She knew very well that this ubiquitous display could completely brainwash these players without them even realizing it.

"I sense the presence of several monarchs again. You should all return to your important matters." The beauty's ethereal voice echoed slowly through the courtyard.

Han Yue and the others snapped out of their daze, quickly tidied themselves up, and knelt down in unison.

"We will live up to Your Majesty's high expectations and swear to defend the glory of the Holy Land to the death."

With a gentle wave of her sleeve, Mu Zhixi caused ripples in the space, sending the group back to the Haicheng base.

On the ruins of the Haicheng base, ripples spread through the space, and the figures of Han Yue, Wen Gu, Shen Die, and others reappeared in the light, still immersed in the shock brought by the illusionary courtyard.

The five hundred royal knights and angelic envoys, under Mu Zhixi's secret manipulation, disappeared into the shadows surrounding the base, silently guarding the area.

Shen Die was the first to come to her senses. Without bothering to straighten her dusty suit, she immediately summoned all the core members of the Holy Domain headquarters.

Everyone gathered in a makeshift underground command post. Wen Gu projected a screenshot from the system panel onto the light screen, showing the results of his detection technique on the charred pastry and ceramic cup.

"Look, everyone, this is the work of Her Majesty the Goddess."

He pushed up his glasses, his voice trembling uncontrollably.

The players present gasped in shock upon seeing the descriptions of those high-level energy aggregates and divine influence.

Even a casually made failure could be contaminated by multiple rules, suggesting that the power of the gods was far greater than they had imagined.

The origins of these bizarre games are still unclear, and now another god has been added to the list. The future of human civilization seems bleak...

Han Yue smoothly picked up the conversation, "I'm sure you've all received the server-wide announcement. The 'Lost Divine Kingdom' is no exaggeration; it's a sign of the Holy Land's full recovery."

He glanced around, his eyes revealing a calculating look.

In this situation, there is no longer a right or wrong; every race, including every power, is trying to maximize its own interests in this grand transformation.

The only way for humans on Earth to gain a foothold in the ambush of all races is to cling to the coattails of the Holy Domain.

Shen Die sat quietly in the main seat. As the only chosen one of the gods on Blue Star, she believed she bore the heavy responsibility of clearing all obstacles for the goddess.

"No matter what difficulties and obstacles lie ahead, we must find more 'Old Age Chronicles' before other races do."

Shen Die's words were crisp and concise; her purely task-oriented mindset led her to focus solely on how to carry out the goddess's will.

Meanwhile, on a distant multi-racial server, ten overbearing server-wide announcements dropped a bomb on a calm lake, causing the entire server to erupt in chaos.

The territory of the Taiyin Star Clan, in a magnificent palace suspended among the stars.

Fu Qingfeng, looking somewhat disheveled, passed through the teleportation array and returned to his palace. He waved his hand to set up layers of restrictions, and only after confirming that no one was watching did he lean wearily against the door.

He untied the jade hairpin that bound his hair, loosened his elaborate robe, and as a faint light flashed, his tall and straight figure slowly became slender and graceful, and the protrusion on his throat quietly disappeared.

The person reflected in the mirror was no longer the handsome young nobleman, but a woman of unparalleled beauty and elegance.

With eyebrows like distant mountains and eyes like autumn water, and an innate aloofness between them, this is the true appearance of Fu Qingfeng.

She was once hailed as the most beautiful woman in the Wanzu server, and it was precisely because of this beauty that she attracted a lot of unnecessary trouble.

Ultimately, she had no choice but to fake her death when she was young, and reappeared in front of the world as the son of the Grand Elder. Since then, she has disguised herself as a man and has remained hidden until now.

"Qingfeng, you're back."

A calm and dignified female voice came from deep within the palace.

A woman dressed in a magnificent priestess robe, with a dignified and beautiful face, slowly walked out. She was none other than the current supreme ruler of the Moon Clan, the Great Elder Yueyong.

"Elder," Fu Qingfeng bowed respectfully.

"Did you gain anything from this trip to Blue Star?" Yueyong gently took Fu Qingfeng's hand, her gaze falling on Fu Qingfeng's solemn face.

Tsukuyomi's expression was solemn. When Kiyokawa used an SSS-rank Stand to escape death, he was seen through at a glance, which speaks volumes about his opponent's strength.

"The monarchs of the old covenant, the pro-theocrats and the god-killers, the waters of the sanctuary are deeper than we imagine."

She remained silent for a long time before looking at Fu Qingfeng, her eyes filled with a complex emotion.

"Qingfeng, in your opinion, is what that arrogant lord said credible?"

"It's unreliable, but we have no other choice." Fu Qingfeng's voice returned to its usual calm.

"Neither the Holy Land nor the Old Royal Court are forces we can contend with. That monarch was right; we simply stand on different sides. To survive, or even advance further, in this torrent of epochal change, we must take a gamble."

"and……"

Fu Qingfeng raised her hand to touch her face, which had reverted to its female form, a resolute glint in her eyes. "I'm tired of this mask."

Elder Yueyong sighed deeply, her guilt barely concealed in her eyes.

"The Holy Realm is unfathomable. For my clan to be able to make the acquaintance of such a high-ranking member is an immense blessing."

"Now, a former monarch has extended an olive branch. Qingfeng, no matter what you choose in the end, the clan will support you. We have all seen your sacrifices for the clan."

"Elder, your sacrifice was no less than mine." Fu Qingfeng nodded, gazing at the endless starry sea outside the window. "I hope Sister Yuexi will have a smooth journey ahead."

Her act of dressing as a man to deceive others was originally intended to cover her tracks, but now it seems that any disguise is nothing but a futile joke in the face of the overwhelming power of those in power.