In the Yan God Empire, within the Imperial Capital City, stood the Samsara Temple. Among the Ten Great Temples of the Ancient Continent, the Samsara Temple had always been shrouded in mystery.

This temple seemed to be omniscient, possessing knowledge of every piece of information; there was nothing this temple did not know. Provided one could afford the hefty price!

At this moment, within the main hall of the Samsara Temple, a supervisor personally greeted a towering middle-aged man. This man’s entire skin was crimson, his hair fiery red, and his eyes were the same burning red.

Standing nearly 3.2 zhang tall, he was like a colossal edifice, while the supervisor, standing at only 2.6 meters, barely reached his thigh. "Please, follow me," the supervisor said deferentially.

"Hmph," the imposing middle-aged man replied, his expression distant, radiating powerful energy fluctuations—the aura of a high-level Pseudo-God expert. It was as if the very laws of heaven and earth revolved around him wherever he stepped, the surrounding space subtly rippling as if he were walking through water.

Led by the supervisor, the imposing man proceeded into the adjacent VIP passage, an avenue so vast that even members of the Giant Race could easily traverse it. In a mere ten seconds, they ascended from the first floor of the Samsara Temple to the peak of the 999th floor, where the architecture was constructed of the most resilient materials, impenetrable even to attacks from divine-level powerhouses.

In the General Manager's office on the top floor. The supervisor ushered the imposing man inside, offered a smile, and then excused himself.

Pushing open the door. In the luxuriously spacious room, an elder was seated.

His skin was jade green, dotted with small protuberances, and he possessed three ears and a single eye. Viewed through a lens of spiritual enlightenment, his appearance was odd, yet to the Azure Pupil Civilization, this visage was considered remarkably gentle.

"God Guard Army?" The elder glanced casually at the imposing middle-aged man and smiled faintly. "What business brings the General here?" The imposing man wasted no words.

"I need to investigate someone." The elder showed no surprise and smiled. "Whom does the General wish to investigate?" The imposing man stated coldly, "From the Mental Civilization, a person named Ye Chen!

His strength is at the Demigod realm!" The elder nodded. "Wait a moment." He tapped the computer before him; a device crafted entirely from light-sculpting technology, its panel suspended in mid-air, nearly transparent and extremely [Note: The original text contains an explicit placeholder here, which is omitted to maintain flow, assuming technical description] delicate.

As he searched—provided by Da'ai Tingting, Baidu Dark Civilization Bar—a myriad of names appeared. He input the criteria one by one, narrowing the search down to the smallest possible scope.

"There are twelve little Demigod-level beings named Ye Chen in the Mental Civilization," the elder said with a slight smile. The imposing man nodded.

"Give me the complete files on all of them, especially their current locations." "Certainly." The elder quickly executed the commands, soon generating a document printed onto a small crystal sphere, which he tossed to the imposing man with a smile. "That will be 8,000 True God Stones." The imposing man produced a green card, swiped it against a machine nearby, watched the machine display "Success," and left the room without another word.

Not long after, this man appeared before the fiery-haired young woman, his demeanor respectful, bowing deeply. "Greetings, Princess." "Did you find him?" The fiery-haired girl sat on her couch, swinging her small feet in the air and pouting.

"Yes," the man replied quickly, extending his hand to present the printed crystal sphere to the long-haired girl. The Seventh Princess glanced at it, then crushed it.

Immediately, a weak current traveled up her arm, followed by a massive influx of data flooding her mind. "Hmm?" The Seventh Princess knitted her brow.

"Most of them are in the Demon Cultivation Domain. How could they be so far away?

That bastard definitely isn't there. Furthermore, based on the photograph provided by the Elder of the Second-Rank Genius Hall, none of these individuals match." She looked up at the imposing middle-aged man coldly.

"The person I asked you to find is not among these names. Did you even put any thought into this?" The imposing man froze, instantly breaking out in a cold sweat.

He hurriedly declared, "Seventh Princess, please rest assured, I will certainly find the real one for you later—" "Then what are you waiting for?" The fiery-haired young woman straightened her face, exuding an air of unintentional majesty, which only added to her charm. However, the imposing man felt no inclination to appreciate it; only a chill ran down his spine.

The imposing man quickly excused himself. Upon leaving the Princess’s quarters, he stormed back toward the Samsara Temple.

When the supervisor greeted him with a fawning smile, the man glared coldly and stated in a low voice, "Take me to the General Manager immediately!" The supervisor, experienced in the ways of the commercial world, immediately sensed trouble. He hastened to smile placatingly and led the man into the VIP passage, straight to the 999th floor.

Bang! Pushing the door open, the imposing man strode in, his voice edged with barely restrained anger.

"I demanded all individuals from the Mental Civilization, at the Demigod realm, named Ye Chen!" The elder blinked slightly. "I already gave them to you." The anger inside the middle-aged man flared.

"The twelve people you provided do not include the one I seek! That person is also of the Mental Civilization, also named Ye Chen, and he is currently within the Second-Rank Genius Hall of the Empire.

I require his current coordinates now!" The elder paused, then stammered, "Wait a moment." He rapidly searched the computer before him, accessing the classified files of all members of the Yan God Empire's Second-Rank Genius Hall—information that was utterly unrestricted within the Samsara Temple. "Eh!" The elder frowned in surprise.

"There really is a Ye Chen here, also Mental Civilization, and also Demigod realm! How strange, why didn't his coordinates appear when I submitted the initial request?" The middle-aged man’s expression turned grim.

"What did you say? You can't find him?

I'll tell you this: this isn't my personal inquiry! This is an investigation ordered by the Seventh Princess herself.

She places great importance on this matter; we must find him, regardless of the cost!" The elder managed a wry smile. "Then please wait, I must submit an application to the Main Temple and request the aid of the Main Temple Elders for the search." "Hmph!" The middle-aged man nodded heavily.

The elder swiftly dispatched the application, emphasizing that the inquiry originated from the Seventh Princess of the Yan God Empire. This immediately elevated the entire matter to the highest level of importance.

Given his rank as General Manager, the application received immediate attention from the receiving end. A reply soon followed: "Wait briefly, we are consulting the Saint King." The elder was momentarily stunned.

"What is happening? The Elders' Hall of the Main Temple cannot divine his location?

How is that possible? These individuals possess profound cultivation, capable of observing the past and future.

The Hall gathers numerous geniuses, including those from the Maya Civilization and the Mechanical Civilization, who can calculate coordinates using Heavenly Dao arithmetic or mechanical computation. On the entire Ancient Continent, there is nothing they do not know." "Even they cannot locate him?" As shock resonated in the elder's heart, a distant temple erupted into activity.

Within it sat numerous thrones, upon which rested figures shrouded in mist, their power transcending the ordinary, sufficient to rank among the pinnacle of the entire Ancient Continent. These figures were currently employing secret arts to investigate.

"Failure!" "Unable to view!" "What is going on? My divination technique is being obstructed by the Ancient Continent." "How is this possible?

Who is this person that even I cannot glimpse them!" Everyone was utterly astonished. With their level of power, locating the coordinates of a mere Demigod was trivial; they could easily pinpoint the location of powers beyond the Divine level.

Yet, upon deploying their various secret methods and divine abilities, all they received were failure notifications. "Cannot compute—who is this person?" "Is he truly just a Demigod?

Impossible! Why can I not calculate his position?" "Across the Ancient Continent, besides the Lords of the Ten Great Temples, the Patriarchs of the Nine Primal Families, and the Emperors of the Ten Great Empires—who else can I not investigate!" "Who is this child!" Disbelief washed over them all.

They held immense authority and knowledge, were intimately familiar with their own capabilities, and believed there was nothing unknown to them on the Ancient Continent. Yet, they could not track a minor Demigod.

How could this be! While they were stunned, in a region of shattered spacetime, where spatial storms whipped like tornadoes and countless strands of rainbow lightning danced, a hazy figure sat atop a black orb.

Behind this figure shimmered a Great Wisdom Mirror, radiating pure light. He seemed enthroned at the very center of the cosmos, controlling all things; a single thought could cause the universe to tremble and heavens to collapse.

The mere aura emanating from him repelled the rainbow spatial storms capable of annihilating peak Divine beings. "Hmm?" This figure, seemingly existing since primordial times, stirred slightly.

Then, slowly, he raised his hand—a hand that was fair, slender, and luminous as jade, appearing to encompass all of creation. Countless universes and epochs turned within his palm, creating a breathtaking spectacle of shock.

He began to manipulate his fingers... "Hmm?" He frowned.

"Cannot deduce? What is happening?

It’s just a little Demigod, yet he can escape cosmic surveillance? Even this King cannot deduce his location..." His gaze pierced through time and space, calm and clear, as if seeing the past and the future.

After a moment, a thoughtful expression crossed his eyes, and he murmured softly, "Could it be... a grand maneuver is underway...?" In the Yan God Empire, 999th Floor of the Samsara Temple.

Before long, the elder received an email reply: "The Saint King is unavailable." The elder paused, then looked up at the middle-aged man, forcing a bitter smile. "I apologize.

The Elders of the Main Temple could not divine this person's coordinates. This individual must possess some supreme treasure capable of disturbing spacetime." The middle-aged man frowned.

"Then what about your temple’s Wheel-Turning Saint King? With his earth-shattering abilities, surely he could find him?" The elder shook his head.

"The Saint King is occupied with matters of great urgency and has no time for such minor issues. Were it not for the Seventh Princess's involvement, you wouldn't even qualify to petition the Saint King."