Luo Hongyan's voice thundered like a storm in the minds of the three high-ranking Gods. Mou Qi lowered his head, his thin frame trembling uncontrollably. He could not understand why she was angry. Zi Mo's Sunken Crypt creaked sharply, the sound of fractures spreading through its walls. Among them, only He Motian had the right to face her directly. Looking at her indistinct figure with a solemn, reverent expression, he asked in a deep voice, "Are you referring to the fallen Sovereign of the Fey Race?" Great Demon God He Motian stood his ground better than the others, even under the crushing weight of her foul mood. The ever-growing divine domain, which was ravenously devouring the energy of the starry skies, seemed to grow colder. "Who else could it be, if not her?" "But she's been dead in the bizarre mist for years!" Mou Qi cried out in disbelief. "How could she awaken in the Abyss?" This high-ranking God of the Spirit Race used a secret technique as he spoke, intending to relay this shocking revelation to the Sovereign he served. Unexpectedly, not a single one of his crystal bloodline chains lit up. Even his life essence remained unresponsive. Mou Qi instantly realized what had happened. Forcing a bitter smile, he hastily apologized, "I beg your pardon, Sovereign Luo. It was an instinctive reaction. You know I serve another Sovereign. It was only natural to try and report such news at once." "You truly are a loyal dog," Sovereign Luo replied coolly, tone laced with mockery. Mou Qi could only offer an awkward laugh at the insult. "He Motian, eighteen Demon Gods acted against Yan Lie," Sovereign Luo continued. "Had they not interfered, the vessel I forged in the Abyss could have endured long enough for my true body to arrive." He Motian's three faces wore grave expressions. Bracing himself, he explained, "Pang Jian used Lord Demonheaven's cloak to strike at every Demon God whose name was inscribed upon it. Even I was not spared." He glanced awkwardly at Mou Qi. "To be honest, his influence is still corroding away at me," He Motian admitted with a bitter smile. "His grasp of soul-related techniques has already surpassed mine. My Lord, the Demon Gods who acted against Yan Lie truly had no other choice." "I will hold you accountable for it," Sovereign Luo said coldly. He Motian let out a long sigh, silently wondering what it would take to calm the fury of this Sovereign. At that moment, Yan Lie, Sha Jia, Lie Yang, and Ah Man arrived. "My Lord!" they greeted, finally laying eyes on Luo Hongyan's true body. Streams of radiant light split off from the divine domain. Some blazed like rivers of flame or burned with searing solar blaze, while others pierced like blinding rays of divine light. Yan Lie's power surged, restoring him to the peak he had reached before his "death." Searing light poured into Sha Jia, awakening the bloodline mysteries within her heart and allowing her to instantaneously comprehend dozens of insights into the Dao of Light. Lie Yang and Ah Man found their mid-ranking godhoods stabilized. "From now on, the three of you serve under me." "Thank you for your grace, my Lord!" Yan Lie and the three mid-ranking Gods bowed deeply in gratitude. A radiant figure bathed in multicolored light rose from the shimmering blue Soulstream of the Nether Abyss. Spiritual qi, refined to its absolute limit, continued to pour into the figure, fusing with Fortune to shape more of his bones and meridians. As he drifted upward, he felt the embrace of the surrounding waters and the biting chill of the deep sea. The Soulstream lies beneath the deepest layer of the Nether Abyss, beneath the sea floor! Pang Jian realized. The vast sea stretched across the bottom layer of the Nether Abyss, and beneath its waters lay the mysterious Soulstream, the final resting place of the Nether Race. Strangely, the spiritual qi within these waters was denser than that of the world above. Though Pang Jian had entered the real sea, a link remained. He could still draw upon the soul-related techniques buried deep within the Soulstream. Suddenly, Pang Jian sensed another will, like an invisible tendril, also forming a connection with the Soulstream. Profound insights into the mysteries of the soul were being inscribed into that distant will, becoming part of it. Pang Jian halted his ascent. Who is it? Who else, like me, is tapping into the Soulstream of the Nether Abyss to grasp the deepest mysteries of the soul? A strand of his divine sense transformed into golden lightning, flashing through the vast Soulstream toward the will he had sensed. Through his divine sense, Pang Jian spotted a streak of blue lightning, matching the color of the Soulstream itself. This lightning bolt raced through the Soulstream of the Nether Abyss, drawing in the insights into the mysteries of the soul. Who are you? Pang Jian asked. A sweet voice echoed from within the blue lightning. Brother, it's me.I've ascended to the True God Realm in the Abyss. By chance, I sensed this Soulstream and formed a connection with it. My understanding of the mysteries of the soul is growing because of it. Brother, are you still in the Nether Abyss? I heard you were in the Fifth World of the Abyss, fighting Luo Hongyan and Yan Lie. What are you doing now? Pang Jian froze. You—Don't lie to me. Who are you?! It's me, brother! It's really me! I don't believe you! Pang Jian shouted, both panicked and furious. You're the Black Empyrean Phoenix, the fallen Sovereign of the Fey Race! The black turtle promised that no harm would come to my sister. I hope you intend to keep that promise! Pang Jian feared that Pang Lin had already fused with the Black Empyrean Phoenix and that her soul had been bound, vulnerable to being wiped out. Brother, it's really me. Don't be scared. In the Abyss, a new cluster of Fortune descended from the barrier toward the bizarre mist in the Second World. "The specific steps for advancing toward the Ascendant God Realm—" Pang Jian stopped his explanation mid-sentence and flew off with a shout, "Please don't follow me!" In a flash, he soared past the Sacred Soul Continent and arrived at the bizarre mist near the boundary wall just in time to see a cluster of crystalline radiance descend into Pang Lin's crown. A radiant phoenix emerged deep within one of her pupils.