First dispatch of the day! The second will follow after midnight… Apologies for the delay. What makes this truly exhilarating is that every single one of these individuals is a Saint Emperor expert! At their level, only raw strength matters, and each possesses an incredibly strong sense of self. Once they’ve settled on a conclusion, whether you explain or not, it’s utterly meaningless! From the Chen family incident to this very spot, there has been virtually no attempt at true clarification of the misunderstandings on either side. This is precisely why, among the higher echelons, a misunderstanding becomes harder to resolve: their status, by its very nature, is supreme! Explaining is something for the weak! Strength is everything; the bigger the fist, the greater the righteousness! Even if it truly is a misunderstanding, in front of so many watchful eyes, they simply cannot afford to lose face—it’s an unbearable humiliation! Exciting? More excitement is yet to come! It seems this grand play hasn't even reached its climax yet. Young Master Jun melted into the scene, following silently, unseen. If he didn't see this spectacle through to the end, Jun Mo Xie felt certain he wouldn't be able to sleep a wink…

After all, the grand drama of bloodshed between the Three Great Sacred Lands and the Ethereal Illusionary Mansion, which he personally orchestrated and spearheaded, has finally begun! The skirmish at the Chen family earlier seemed like mere warm-up exercises! But now that fighting has broken out, the severity of the situation is entirely different! Because the leading figures from the Ethereal Illusionary Mansion and the Three Great Sacred Lands are all engaging in combat! The implications are completely distinct! Moreover, this time, the conflict is truly irreconcilable! Why? The answer is simple. Whether it was the Ethereal Body Constitution or the weapons of Hai Wuya and He Zhi Qiu, every single catalyst was Jun Mo Xie's doing. As long as Young Master Jun doesn't step forward to confess, the scapegoats in these unsolved cases will continue to bear the blame, never having a chance to clear their names. And would Young Master Jun confess? The answer is obvious! He went to painstaking lengths, coupled with sheer coincidence, to achieve such brilliant results; how could he possibly destroy his own creation? Thus, all ten involved Saint Emperors have met with collective tragedy. How many Saint Emperors are there in the entire world? Though the exact number in the Illusionary Mansion is unknown, externally, even counting Cao Guofeng and others, the total would certainly not exceed three thousand! And every single one of them is an ancient relic! Now, a war involving ten Saint Emperors... this is tantamount to half the sky collapsing…

Even regardless of whether this battle results in actual casualties, the cooperation between the Three Great Sacred Lands and the Ethereal Illusionary Mansion, already tenuous, is set to end here, announced as completely dissolved, with no possibility of re-establishment in the short term! From this day forward, the Three Great Sacred Lands will simply be the Three Great Sacred Lands, and the Ethereal Illusionary Mansion will remain just the Ethereal Illusionary Mansion! And this outcome is precisely what Jun Mo Xie dreamed of! Why else would he have gone to such lengths to manipulate everything? For this very day, heaven knows how many brain cells Jun Mo Xie exhausted! The relationship between the Three Great Sacred Lands and the Ethereal Illusionary Mansion, he noticed the underlying currents ever since the appearance of that envoy from the Mansion back in the Frost and Snow Silver City! Fundamentally, these four factions were all descended from the same founding patriarch; when faced with an external threat, they would inevitably band together instinctively! And Jun Mo Xie had only offended the Three Great Sacred Lands; he hadn't yet posed a substantive threat to the Ethereal Illusionary Mansion! Dealing with the Sacred Lands was manageable, but the Illusionary Mansion was comparatively difficult. That place was simply too mysterious, seeming not to belong to this space at all. Everyone knew of its existence, but apart from those within the Mansion itself, no outsider could enter! For ten thousand years, no outsider had ever stepped inside the Ethereal Illusionary Mansion! Unlike the Three Great Sacred Lands, which remained outside and unmoved. Jun Mo Xie’s confrontation with the Three Great Sacred Lands was already inevitable. He believed that as soon as the Sacred Lands faced a crisis, the Ethereal Illusionary Mansion, regardless of whether they had sufficient justification, would certainly intervene; they would never stand by and watch the Three Great Sacred Lands perish! And this was precisely what Jun Mo Xie dreaded most. Unless the original alliance among these four parties was shattered, he would never rashly make a move. Because if this four-party alliance truly went all-out, they possessed the capability to utterly wipe the Heaven’s Punishment Forest from existence! Such immense power meant that even the Fourteenth Young Master of the Nine Hells suffered an ignominious sealing for hundreds of years, let alone the still-unfledged Jun Mo Xie? That is why, despite his deep hatred and burning indignation, Young Master Jun dared not step forward as the primary target before this moment! He could only resort to sneak attacks, or flee and hide if necessary; he never dared to face them head-on! This was all for the sake of the Ethereal Illusionary Mansion—his greatest taboo! Regarding the unknown, Jun Mo Xie was always more cautious than anyone else. He had planned this intricate sequence of schemes for a very, very long time, continuously seeking the right opportunity to implement it. This time, the opportunity finally presented itself! And it was a rare, heaven-sent chance! If the Ethereal Illusionary Mansion were absent from this four-party alliance… Heh heh, then Young Master Jun would truly have nothing to hold him back. He could soar high like a bird or swim wide like a fish. At a critical juncture, he could even manipulate them further… If he truly couldn't win, he could simply retreat into the Heaven’s Punishment Forest, and the Three Great Sacred Lands would be left staring helplessly! How utterly delightful! The enemy of my enemy is my friend. And when the enemy's former friend turns into a bitter foe… the attack is always fiercer! Young Master Jun proceeded with a sense of total ease and brimming satisfaction, almost humming a triumphant tune as he moved stealthily forward. In places unseen by anyone, he even wiggled his hips with vigor, causing his lower back to ripple quite suggestively…

By the time he reached the vicinity of the large lotus pond, about a hundred miles outside the city, he saw four figures locked in combat, two against two. The roaring clash was already reaching a fever pitch, raging intensely! “Spider Foot” was absolutely fierce! Far more stimulating than the action flicks of his previous life—a true visual feast!” Young Master Jun carefully selected a spot with favorable Feng Shui and crouched down, deeply inhaling the fresh night air, feeling utterly content… The four engaged in battle were Bai Qifeng and He Zhi Qiu, Cao Guofeng and Hai Wuya! These four pairs were fighting bare-handed, neither side employing weapons. Hai Wuya and He Zhi Qiu’s equipment had been conveniently appropriated by Young Master Jun’s arrangements, leaving them unavailable. As for Bai Qifeng and Cao Guofeng, they were unwilling to take such an advantage. Cao Guofeng had already reached the Third Level Saint Emperor realm, his true strength far surpassing anyone else present. Even in a one-on-one fight, engaging them bare-handed already smacked of bullying the weak; to use weapons against them now would be truly ignoble. The other five Saint Emperors from the Illusionary Mansion were observing nearby, all eager to join in. Judging purely by the current situation, Hai Wuya and He Zhi Qiu were almost certainly destined for a tragic outcome tonight. Young Master Jun watched at his ease, confident that by sitting back and watching the tigers fight, he would reap a massive benefit effortlessly, like picking up a hot pancake with cold hands! Two Saint Emperors against seven Saint Emperors, and one of the seven on the Illusionary Mansion side was a Third Level Saint Emperor whose strength far exceeded the others! With such a disparity in power, surely there was no suspense regarding the outcome? Of course, if the two Saint Emperors were determined to flee, even all seven Saint Emperors from the Mansion joining forces probably couldn't stop even one of them! But the problem now was… these nine individuals were all absolutely enraged! They needed release! A ferocious release! The battle intensified, approaching a point of mutual destruction! Young Master Jun felt immense delight in his heart! Darn it, once they exhaust themselves, they will discover that even if they survive, they will be covered in grievous injuries and completely drained of stamina! And out of ten parts of their internal energy, at least nine and a half will be gone! At that point, it will be time for this Third Level Venerable, Young Master, to unleash his power. Of course, if all nine simultaneously collapsed from exhaustion… well, such a massive stroke of luck was only a fleeting thought for Young Master Jun. He didn't dare hope it would actually materialize, as the difficulty of that scenario was too immense, demanding too much from Hai Wuya and He Zhi Qiu—it was truly unrealistic…

Successive booming sounds echoed continuously from the fray, kicking up dust and obscuring the sky. Jun Mo Xie perched on a nearby large tree, watching as if witnessing a classic doomsday martial arts film, grinning so wide his mouth ached. The only flaw was that these fellows were fighting in silence, lacking the accompanying soundtrack of shouts and curses. This gave Young Master Jun the slightly tedious feeling of watching a silent film, perhaps the only imperfection… His thought was utter nonsense, of course. If Saint Emperor experts were shouting while fighting… could they truly be called Saint Emperors? Even though the origins and progression of this battle seemed rather absurd! Bang! A sound clearly made by two palms colliding rang out abruptly, followed by an extraordinarily sharp whistling in the air. Fierce energy instantly radiated outward in all directions, like countless sharp arrows suddenly shooting across the expanse! Immediately following were two muffled groans. Bai Qifeng and He Zhi Qiu were both sent flying backward, yet even as they retreated, they violently shifted direction, changing their backward momentum into a forceful advance toward their opponents. It was clear the intensity of the battle was about to escalate further! And in that split second, He Zhi Qiu’s body, which had shot forward like an arrow, abruptly slowed mid-air. He spread his four limbs, his hands clapping together instantly, and sang in a soft voice: “Autumn wind decides life and death, heaven and earth become vast and vague!” The instant those words finished, the harmonious, spring-like atmosphere that had pervaded the entire space instantly reversed. The gentle, soft spring breeze seemed to transform within that moment into a cold, sharp autumn wind filled with desolate sorrow! He Zhi Qiu's unique profound energy dispersed across the sky, reaching far and wide. Wherever the energy touched, the lush green grass instantly withered to a dry yellow. Nearby lush trees, whose green leaves had been swaying just moments before, suddenly aged as if deep autumn had arrived; all their foliage turned a withered yellow, then gradually detached from the branches. As they fell, they still held hints of green, but by the time they fluttered in mid-air, they were completely golden leaves dancing wildly!

Watching the scene of yellow leaves dancing across the land, the ground turning barren, everything steeped in desolation, while in the air, amidst the falling leaves, a figure clad in snow-white robes and another in coarse hemp robes with a high cap approached each other with incredible speed… Gazing upon this anomalous scene, Jun Mo Xie felt an urge toward sublime transcendence. A line of Tang poetry spontaneously surfaced in his mind, and he nodded his head, reciting softly: “Boundless falling leaves sweep downward, endless Yangtze River rolls on and on…” Truly, it was exquisitely beautiful…” However, within this sheer beauty was contained the profound killing intent of deep sorrow, a lingering, melancholic murderous aura! A sorrow spanning ten thousand li! He Zhi Qiu’s exclusive ultimate technique!

(It was my mother’s birthday today, so I went home. I returned quite late. My apologies.) (I have another matter to report. On the road, I received a call from the Deputy Moderator Yinji, saying that the General Group had inexplicably disbanded… It startled me. So, I immediately went home and logged in to find the General Group leader, Qianxi, but he was offline. This situation has really soured my mood… Tomorrow, when Qianxi is online, I will clarify the situation and give everyone an explanation. My deepest apologies.)