Next to the winding mountain road, a man with a full beard squatted atop a cliff, watching the convoy continuously moving forward below in the night. "Let’s strike, wipe out the convoy, and use the vehicles and bodies to block the road." A skinny man with a goatee squatted beside him, slipping his satellite phone into his pocket and looking down at the lights below, "Why bother? They’re all ordinary people down there. If we kill them, we’ll probably be wanted dead by the Three Major Organizations. Hu Wen definitely won’t protect us." "You still think that guy will protect you?" The bearded man turned his head and glanced at the man with the goatee, "That guy has more rules than the Three Major Organizations, a complete disgrace among us villains. He looks damn like a law-abiding good person, not at all like a pure villain. "The Old Geezer leader has gone senile, actually wanting to hand over our area to him. If our brothers switch sides, with the blood debts on our backs, he might just off us right away." "So, should we follow those weird bastards instead?" The man with the goatee looked at the convoy below, hesitating, "Those guys seem a bit crazy. Following them, we might just get screwed over at any moment." The bearded man raised his hand and smacked the goatee man’s forehead, "They may be crazy, but they are genuinely powerful. Didn’t you see them conjure up something as awesome as the Blood Sun? "There’s a knack to pledging allegiance. You gotta use your brain, you know? We need to pick the sturdiest leg to cling to—that’s how we can rise and enjoy the good life. Once we make it, we kill Hu Wen, and we become the bosses. Wouldn’t that be great? "Do you still want to live like now, hiding our names, afraid to kill people as we please?" The goatee man shook his head and looked at the bearded man, "Shall we make our move?" The bearded man laughed heartily, pulled out a cigarette, placed it in his mouth, and lit it, "Let’s kill fiercely, make a statement, and show these people the might of the Mote Mountain Eagles!" He spread his arms, revealing his wing suit, and with one leap, his figure instantly sliced into the pitch-black night. "Watch me slaughter them clean!" Fired up, the goatee man also opened his wing suit and jumped down. Accompanied by the whistling wind, two figures clad in black wing suits, like crows streaking through the night, rapidly approached the convoy. "Hahaha, little darlings, welcome your doom!" The bearded man, with a swoop, crashed onto the roof of the lead vehicle, smashing it flat. He looked around at the buses hidden in the night and revealed a ferocious smile, "I can already see you all bloodied!" He took a deep breath, "Such a lovely scent of death." Just then, a giant red hand suddenly emerged from beneath his feet, gripping his ankle and throwing him aside, ripping open the flattened lead vehicle. When he saw the three-meter-tall ’Little Giant’ who had captured him, the bearded man’s face changed, "Thug Talent!? Why would there be a D-Rank Transcendent here?" The red giant, grinning ferociously, didn’t answer. He grabbed his ankle, swung him against the cliff beside like swatting a fly, and the impact made a smacking noise. While his face rolled against the rocks, the bearded man struggled and shouted. Even with a D-Rank Thug with off-the-charts combat ability, they weren’t scared—they could fight two against one, possibly even fleeing unscathed or reversing the situation. "Big brother, wait for me!" The goatee man, now on the outskirts of the convoy, immediately rushed towards the bearded man. In that moment, a bunch of soldiers, resembling those from Central Earth and armed to the teeth, came rushing from nearby vehicles, shooting at the goatee man without hesitation. Gunfire and bullets temporarily obstructed his vision. The goatee man had already noticed these soldiers; his talent granted him keen observation, but he hadn’t really taken them seriously. These soldiers, easily capable of crushing ordinary humans, were still insufficient to stop him. Without slowing down, he continued to charge towards the bearded man. And just when his attention was fully on the bearded man and he momentarily crossed the flames, a beam of green light suddenly streaked across the night sky, piercing his body. When had it appeared, how could it be. His forward momentum halted, he looked down at the javelin piercing his body, then twisted his head to look towards where the light had originated. A young warrior clad in combat suit emerged from the darkness. Invisible extraordinary items... They were clearly targeting them... He opened his mouth, leaned forward, and hoarsely shouted to the man with mutton chops beard, "Big brother, run, it’s a trap!!!" But at this moment, the man with the mutton chops beard no longer had time to respond; the surrounding warriors had already swiftly departed to support the red Little Giant. With the help of his teammates, the ferocious red Little Giant slammed the man with mutton chops into the ground. The intense confrontation lasted only a brief moment; ultimately, the red Little Giant relied on his strength advantage to tear the man’s body apart. The encounter quickly ended. The ferocious red giant moved the recently smashed vehicle aside, gathered the remains of the two Transcendents, and his body shrunk, transforming into a middle-aged man with the appearance typical of Central Earth. The man with the goatee on the ground watched all this, his eyes widening, dying rapidly amidst the vigilant gaze of the surrounding warriors. Why would such an ordinary convoy... have such strong Transcendent protectors and extraordinary items specifically designed to counter them? ...Half an hour earlier... In the lead vehicle of the convoy, the middle-aged man of Central Earth appearance sent a photo to every combatant in the vehicle. The photo showed two men wearing wing suits, one with mutton chops and the other with a goatee. "These two are Transcendent thugs active in the Yika Republic, calling themselves Mote Mountain Eagles, who are cousins, both D-Rank. The older brother’s original Transcendent Talent name is ’Prison Tyrant,’ and the younger brother’s is ’Investigative Journalist,’" Once the photo was distributed to everyone, the middle-aged man explained, "The older brother is good at close combat with strong fighting abilities, while the younger brother is extremely sharp and cautious with strong observational skills. Both have unstable talents and are somewhat mentally unstable, cruel, bloodthirsty, and wanted by the World Tree." "Their typical combat method is for the older brother to clear the way at the front, and the younger brother to keep watch at the back; at the first sign of trouble, the younger brother signals to run, which is why the World Tree has failed to capture them several times." He raised his hand, removing a square wooden box and a long, narrow wooden box; he first opened the square box, "This square box contains ’Stealth Clothes,’ a D-Rank extraordinary item that enters ’stealth’ mode when worn, rendering you invisible to those around you, and can briefly impair ’Investigative Journalist’s’ perception within ten seconds. "Be aware that ’Stealth Clothes’ should not be used for more than thirty seconds; otherwise, it might absorb you," Then he opened the long wooden box, "This is the Champion Javelin, hits its mark every time, able to penetrate the bodies of D-Rank Transcendents. I’ll hold the brother back; you guys cover and try to take out the younger one first." He looked around at the warriors, "If they haven’t come looking for us, that’s good; if they come foolishly, let them leave without return!" The combat team members quickly nodded their heads, continuously heading towards the outside of the vehicles. The last young warrior then took the wooden case from the man’s hands. He looked at the man, somewhat puzzled, and asked, "Captain, this intel is so precise it feels like it came directly from Daybreak; has our intelligence in the Western Lands become this powerful?" "I don’t know, it’s top secret," The man shook his head. "Perhaps it’s a ’righteous person’ from within Daybreak who doesn’t want to collude with these villains providing the information?" The young warrior scratched his head, guessing, "If that’s really the case, that person is impressive; I wonder if he’s ever encountered Daybreak’s B-level ’threats’ and how he dealt with them. Just thinking about it feels legendary." The middle-aged man laughed, lit a cigarette, and put it in his mouth, patting the young warrior on the shoulder, "Stop fantasizing about legendary stories for now; we have to keep moving forward." The young warrior cradled the wooden case, filled with a certain kind of excitement, and smiled as he nodded. The resplendent stars filled the sky, mingling with the human lights among the mountains. "What are you eating?" Jie An opened the space compressed biscuit in his hands, looking towards Li Cheng. "Fish-flavored shredded pork." Li Cheng showed him the space food packet in his hand. Space foods were mostly small packets, convenient for ingesting in one bite, and specially processed to prevent food particles from drifting into the equipment. "Make one for me too," Jie An looked at another packaging bag in Li Cheng’s hand, "What’s that one?" Li Cheng glanced at the packaging bag in his hand and replied. "Make one for me too." Li Cheng waved his hand, "Help yourself." Jie An smacked his lips and floated up from his seat, flying towards the food packaging bags stored at the back. "It’s truly beautiful." Goya floated next to ’Hao Yi’, one hand on the window frame, the other holding a waffle packaging bag, staring at the scenery outside the window. At this moment, they had reached the dark side of the planet. Unlike the sunlit side with its bright white clouds and vast blue seas, the dark side’s land was enveloped in a pitch-black shadow. Within that shadow, bright spots like stars reflected on the ground twinkled with light – these were lights dotting the surface of the planet. Each spot represented a city. The brilliance of these cities intertwined, sketching out human civilization under the night sky. "Indeed, it is beautiful." He Ao also whispered softly in agreement. Goya turned back, looking at the space food packaging bags in He Ao’s hand, "What’s that?" He Ao glanced at the bags in his hand and spoke quickly, "Black Pepper Beef, Spicy Lamb, Pepper Goose, and Hot-and-Sour Bamboo Shoots." Goya blinked, listening as He Ao quickly rattled off the ’dish names’, she swallowed a pulse of saliva and quickly said, "I’ll go grab them myself." He Ao smiled and nodded, watching Goya fly past him, then he diverted his gaze, once again looking out at the large planet that covered much of his field of view through the window. Among those scattered points of light was one that belonged to Mote City. As the phone connected, the ’environment’ in He Ao’s field of view quickly changed. The ’Dead Caller’ wasn’t supposed to call him, but when he actively followed the rules of the ghost story and dialed out, it seemed to trigger the ghost story’s ’power’. There was no sound from the phone, only a dim silence, and as the environment around He Ao changed, the call naturally disconnected. At the same time, under He Ao’s gaze, the empty, dark ’construction site’ around him gradually faded away; even the weather seemed to warm a bit. A cool breeze brushed across He Ao’s face as he raised his head and looked at the sky. The previously pitch-black night was now gone; the stars were like gems sprinkled across the sky, suspended at various heights. It seemed to be an ordinary ’summer night’. He Ao turned his head and looked to his side where a meandering river appeared in his field of view, alongside it stood a long fishing rod. Memories of the past surged forth. This river was located in Xidu, specifically near He Ao’s house. As a child, He Ao often came here to fish. Later, the area was demolished and reconstructed into a bustling mall. Since then, He Ao seldom visited this place. He Ao looked at the barren mounds around him. This place was yet undeveloped, which meant that this was a vision of his home’s nearby scenery from some time in the past? He Ao mulled over the word in his heart, slowly closed his eyes, and then suddenly opened them. Nested orange-gray concentric circles appeared in his pupils, and at that moment, an illusory eye nested within an inverted triangle materialized in the void behind him. As if a violent earthquake had burst forth abruptly, the ground beneath He Ao’s feet suddenly split open, emitting a thundering sound, and the stars in the sky flickered intensely like unstable lights. The entire ’world’ shattered almost instantly. A hot sensation returned to being icy cool, with a bone-chilling cold wind brushing against He Ao’s cheeks. He Ao gave up on activating the Eye of Truth and looked down at the fresh blood seeping from his hand. He hadn’t fully activated the Eye of Truth just now; in fact, as soon as the Eye of Truth started to ’unleash’ its power, the ’summer night by the river’ scene surrounding him shattered directly. However, that ’summer night by the river’ environment felt a bit special, not like those illusions that block one’s senses, all sensations felt very ’real’, as if it was a fragile space that had been a perfect copy of the past. It could not withstand strong forces, but it was indeed a space. In a way, it was like an image left by time, a three-dimensional ’old photograph’ that had solidified a particular moment. He Ao collected his thoughts and glanced at his phone, which had apparently been hung up at some point; he put away the phone. At this moment, he seemed to be in a somewhat gloomy ’garden,’ the ’summer night by the river’ had now turned into a pitch-dark night sky, with no stars in sight. In the dark, the enchanting flowers of the garden swayed slowly, and at the end of the garden stood a splendid castle akin to a classical palace, illuminating the faint light. This was probably not the Main World, but rather something similar to an ’Inner Space.’ After searching the manor in the apparent world and not finding the trace of the rumor spreader, He Ao, seeing the rich ’Extraordinary Power’ around him, naturally thought of ’Inner Space.’ So, he decided to try using the strange tale’s rule. Although few in the Main World knew about Inner Spaces, for He Ao, who possessed ’Mirror Shadow,’ an Extraordinary Item that could open Mirror Spaces, and who had been tried by the tasks of Eternal Divine Nation, this was nothing unusual. However, if one had never heard of Inner Spaces before, it would probably be hard to associate this place at a moment’s notice. Perhaps this was one of the reasons the original spreader of the strange tales had neither been caught nor found. He Ao’s gaze swept over the silent garden, walking slowly along the path in the garden. In the darkness, a rustling sound came, seemingly the vines of the flowers moving in the moist soil. Soon, He Ao reached the end of the garden, the ’boundary’ of the palace and the garden. It was a ’rusty’ iron gate, and if one looked closely at the rust on it, they would find that the ’rust’ was all patches of bright-red scabs. The cold wind swept through the garden under the night sky, under the swaying delicate flowers, the rustling vines slowly spread out. He Ao reached out, grabbed the handle of the iron gate. At that moment, a blood-filled maw wide enough for one person suddenly opened from the gate, displaying triangular sharp teeth. It bit towards He Ao’s arm as he grabbed the handle. With a crisp sound, the blood-filled maw clamped onto He Ao’s hand but was as if it had bitten into a piece of hard steel, completely unable to tear through He Ao’s flesh. In the quiet night, He Ao’s other hand extended, covered with Divine Sense, reaching into the blood-filled maw on the gate. Then his hands, one lower and one higher, twisted with force, lifting the bloody maw as he pried it open. With violent vibrations, the bolts fixing the gate to the wall snapped abruptly as if bones had broken. The bloody gate was calmly lifted by the young man, then thrust forth with substantial force. With a fierce sound, the bright-red gate along with the blood-filled maw was effortlessly torn apart like a sheet of paper. Bright-red blood splattered onto the moist soil along with scattered flesh. He Ao lifted his hand, throwing the torn, blood-spurting two halves of the gate casually onto the ground. He stepped on the remains of the gate, stepping over this now ’opened’ ’door,’ entering the dim castle palace. In that rich darkness, the hidden vines trembled and withdrew back into the soil. The cold wind of the silent night swept through the garden, the delicate flowers blooming hesitantly closed in the swaying wind, wrapping into buds.