Blood and flesh, like slurry, flowed and writhed on the ground, coalescing into a human form. Then, bones regenerated, meridians, muscle fibers, and fat grew upon the bones, followed by organs and skin. A living person was reconstructed as if by 3D printing.

The reborn person was none other than the Void President.

He opened his inventory, retrieved a silver mask, and put it on. He picked up the golden armor from the ground. Ignoring the shield and sword, he stowed the armor. Then, he stepped into the molten puddle that had been the Smoker, groping around for a few seconds before retrieving two items.

One was a black heart riddled with air holes, and the other was a dark gold female mask.

Both were demigod-level items.

"Fighting in the Pinnacle Tournament is so great." The Void President stowed away the two Supreme items of the Breaking Bad class.

Behind him, the bronze shield and knight's sword slowly dissipated, their time limit reached.

The Myriad World Mall reclaimed a demigod item, and above the Void President's head, the blurry figure of a woman floated out, turning into blue smoke and disappearing.

His revival just now was thanks to the power of Nuwa's remains, allowing him to be reborn once.

This was his reliance for daring to piece together the power of a god. Of course, if the third demigod item hadn't been Nuwa's remains, it wouldn't have mattered, because there were still two Bard class demigods on the field.

The barrier surrounding the arena slowly dissipated, and the half-collapsed small landmass was restored to its original state. The escaped demigods returned to the front of the arena, all feeling a sense of lingering fear. After becoming demigods and reaching the pinnacle, it was the first time they had truly felt the power of a god.

Even if it was just one strike...

That terrifying power was chilling, and that dreadful aura made them experience their own insignificance, something they hadn't felt in a long time since becoming demigods.

They felt it today.

At the same time, they developed an unprecedented desire to obtain complete Manager permissions.

Ling Tuo stared deeply at the Star Lord, laughing in anger, "Good move, good move, Father. Don't tell me you didn't know that Void opened the Papal Treasury."

"What does this have to do with him? The Papal Treasury was opened by me and my successor with painstaking effort." Uncle was the first to object.

"It indeed has nothing to do with me." The Star Lord said calmly, "Ling Tuo, let me teach you a second lesson. Even the Star Lord cannot foresee everything in the world. Enough idle talk. The arena has been repaired, let's continue."

The evil demigods seemed to have lost their fighting spirit. Their faces were gloomy, no longer as high-spirited and confident as before.

Two Level 2 demigods from the First District had fallen, and their strongest trump card had been killed by Void. If they wanted to win the arena battle, the Free camp still had two arena matches to fight, while the Order camp only needed to win one.

The Order camp still had some unknown points. At best, the Free camp could win two consecutive matches, reducing the opposing demigods by half.

Even so, without the Wine God and the Lord of Myriad Demons, it was unlikely that the Free camp could win against the Order camp in the formation battle.

"We've lost!" The Southern Faction demigod said in a low voice, "Ling Tuo, you've lost the opportunity to compete for the Sun Lord. We have no chance of winning."

Ling Tuo said in a somber tone, "This war has never been just about losing. It's a matter of survival. Even if the odds are slim, we must bet our lives. I will not concede."

After a pause, he looked towards the high sky, his gaze seemingly piercing through the barrier, seeing the intruders outside the instance.

"Moreover, those beings are more anxious than us. They will try to interfere with the instance. This is our reliance, an aid that the Order camp cannot possess."

Retracting his gaze, he said, "This match, I'll go!"

Ling Tuo, dressed in a black robe, looked at the Order demigods and spread his arms.

"I hope you can fight me fairly, instead of using points to be exempt from death, covering up without fighting. You agree, right, Your Majesty the Sea Emperor?"

The Sea Emperor, his face half-covered by a beard, glared angrily, "Ling Tuo, you obscured the Merit List that day, causing me to be besieged by the bastards of the Evil camp, almost killing me. Today, I will settle this old score with you."

A giant wave rose beneath his feet, and he descended onto the arena battle, riding the wave.

As soon as he stepped onto the arena, the Order demigods behind him all raised their hands, choosing to use points to exempt him from this battle, deducting the points.

The Sea Emperor's face was full of anger, but he quickly regained his composure and said faintly, "I'm not as impulsive as the Fire Master!"

He returned to his teammates, displeased, "Why do you think I can't defeat Ling Tuo? As long as I can win this match, I can win the arena battle."

The Chairman of Heavenly Punishment sneered, "A Sea Monster without the ocean is like a tiger without claws, a wild bull without horns. Instead of waiting until you're about to be killed to use points for exemption, it's better to end the battle now while you still have some face."

While the two Sea Monster demigods were mocking each other, the other Order demigods had already begun discussing the roster for the third match.

Actually, at this point, losing the arena battle didn't matter much.

Given the current state of the Evil demigods, with two Level 11 demigods lost, the team battle was bound to be a defeat.

Of course, if they could win the arena battle, causing the Evil camp to suffer another loss and lose a formation, then even if the Supreme Being provided support, the Order camp would be better equipped to deal with it.

However, the victories of the first two matches were due to the Star Lord's accumulation of patience over sixty years, and Void's explosive gamble with his life, both of which were unrepeatable achievements.

The third match was Level 10 Order against Level 10 Evil, with the Evil side having a better chance of winning.

Fu Qingxuan looked at the demigods outside the four Alliance Leaders and said, "Who among you wants to go on stage?"

Xie Jia's old ancestor, with the appearance of a fair and cute child, chuckled, "This match, this old man will go."

His small body soared into the air, flying towards the arena.

A demigod from the Western Branch of the Psionic Society, twisting his dragon body, rushed towards the arena first, "I'll kill him, no one can take this from me!"

Heavenly light descended from the chaos, and a figure with a blurred face, bathed in pure, clean, and holy heavenly light, slowly landed in the chaos.

He wore a simple white robe, his face was indistinct, and behind his head was a virtual dial, with twelve symbols representing time.

Outside the dial was a slowly rotating Bagua pattern. The Bagua pattern... Hao Tian Shangdi was a Scholar class.

The clock face symbolized the various professions of the Time Spirit Realm. There didn't seem to be anything related to time... Zhang Yuanqing assessed the legendary Hao Tian Shangdi, and did not sense the aura or pressure of a super-ordinate position from him.

It seemed to be just a projection, but that didn't stop him from displaying his strength.

He asked tentatively with a respectful attitude, "Are you Hao Tian Shangdi?"

The figure wearing a simple robe with an indistinct face slowly said, "You can also call me the Tian Huang."

Zhang Yuanqing's pupils shrank. Hao Tian Shangdi was the Tian Huang among the "Heaven, Earth, and Man" Three Sovereigns!

The mysterious Tian Huang. Among the Heaven, Earth, and Man Three Sovereigns, only Nuwa was well-documented, listed in the Ren Huang. As for the Di Huang, Zhang Yuanqing already had a guess, that it should be the Di Huang whose authority was split, becoming the Five Elements authority.

As for the Tian Huang, he had no speculation, because he couldn't find any evidence of the Tian Huang's existence. In the Slaughter Instance back then, the terracotta mask that existed since ancient times said that besides Nuwa, whether the Tian Huang and Di Huang truly existed.

It still remained to be verified, and even the Five Emperors could not confirm the authenticity.

The Tian Huang's voice was gentle and calm, but also ethereal and unpredictable, as if it came from all directions.

"Anyone who collects the entire Sacrificial Set can make a request to me. If it cannot be fulfilled, it can be exchanged for related information. What do you want?"

"The First Emperor and Bully Weren't handsome asked for the method of Longevity. Longevity is meaningless to me. Can I ask you to kill all the demigods of the Evil camp..." Zhang Yuanqing thought for a moment.

"Before making a request, can I ask some questions? If the question is included in the request, then pretend I didn't say anything."

The Tian Huang smiled slightly, "You can ask questions. If I think the value of the question is high enough, I will remind you."

Zhang Yuanqing nodded, "Are you a Spirit Realm Manager belonging to the Order camp?"

"Yes, I am the only living Manager in the Spirit Realm, and one of the creators of the Spirit Realm," said the Tian Huang.

One of the creators of the Spirit Realm!

Zhang Yuanqing asked a question he had wanted to know since becoming a The Way of the Extraordinary.

"What was your purpose in creating the Spirit Realm?"