Tianbei City, Upper City District.

The bustling central area has now completely fallen.

Scarlet roots spread, forming a giant net, within which numerous blood cocoons are scattered, the connecting roots moving as if alive, extracting nutrients from the many blood cocoons and gathering them onto the largest blood cocoon at the center.

Beside the blood cocoon, there stand two figures, as if twin peaks rising, one is majestic, exuding masculine strength, the other is graceful, embodying feminine softness. One male and one female, combining yin and yang, they exude an indescribable sense of eeriness.

Indeed, they are the Profound Yin Envoys!

The two stand by the massive cocoon, not daring to leave a step, only watching coldly as the fires of warfare rise and fall accompanied by the sounds of wails from all directions.

Suddenly...

"Hmm!?"

The male envoy’s eyes narrowed: "Qia Zhenzi... is dead?"

The female envoy also frowned: "Is there such a powerful figure in the city? Could it be the people from the Special Bureau Headquarters breaking free of their seals?"

"Indeed not!"

No sooner had the words fallen when ripples emerged, a portal opened in the void, and an indistinct silhouette walked out from it: "There was an unexpected event!"

"Unexpected event?"

"What kind of unexpected event?"

The envoys’ gazes met before swiftly turning to the newcomer, questioning coldly.

"Unknown!"

The newcomer spoke calmly: "Yet he transmitted himself via an open portal."

"Open portal transmission?"

The envoys frowned, realizing the puzzling situation: "Wasn’t the space gate under your control and sealed off? How could someone use it to transmit?"

"So that’s what makes it unexpected!"

The newcomer spoke in a low voice: "An unknown potent force managed to break through the seal of my master’s divine power, enabling that person to open a portal and traverse here!"

"How could such an error occur?"

The envoys’ eyes sharpened: "To breach the Master of All Realms’ blockade, could it have been the intervention of the Human Empire’s Ultimate Professional, or a flaw in your Ten Thousand Gates Sect’s arrangements?"

"Our arrangements are sound, and there’s no sign of the Ultimate Professional intervening. That person is... an unknown variable."

The newcomer spoke, revealing an underlying sense of doubt: "Moreover, his cultivation seems to be just Tier Seven, but his strength is astonishing, far from ordinary, which allowed him to eliminate Qia Zhenzi with a single sword stroke."

"What?"

"Eliminate Qia Zhenzi with a single sword stroke?"

Hearing this, the male envoy’s expression changed, questioning in shock and anger: "Are you mocking me?"

"I never mock!"

The newcomer responded coldly: "Though his cultivation is only Tier Seven, his foundation is extraordinary, his strength unmatched. He also mastered the Sacrificial Demon Slaying Sword and possibly has a formidable professional boost. Therefore, Qia Zhenzi couldn’t withstand him and was killed in one stroke, and several apostles also died at his hands."

"..."

"..."

As these words left his mouth, both envoys fell silent, the atmosphere becoming oppressive.

Being members of the Ten Thousand Mothers Sect, they knew well Qia Zhenzi’s strength as an Immortal Sect Disciple. Even if they joined forces, they could only win with difficulty, it would be challenging to kill him, let alone with a single blow.

Could such strength truly be just Tier Seven?

If so, how deep must his foundation be, how terrifying must his professional skills be?

Furthermore, would such a person venture into peril alone?

Highly unlikely.

Such a powerful figure is almost certainly backed by formidable forces and organizations.

And now...

The envoys shifted their gaze to the central blood cocoon, a look of unwillingness surfacing.

The favorable situation, now disturbed by this unexpected variable, will they fail at the final step?

Having paid such a cost, sacrificed so many pawns, and invoked the Master of All Realms’ divine gifts to achieve this situation, if they fail, how could they accept it?

The success or failure on Yunlan Star hinges entirely on this. If they can’t successfully create the Son of God, the massive sacrifices and losses they’ve made will lead to them being eradicated by the Human Empire in a single sweep.

This battle must not be lost.

But how to prevent defeat?

As the envoys furrowed their brows, contemplating strategies, the newcomer spoke again: "Though that person is strong, he is only Tier Seven, and he came alone. The space gate he used was destroyed the instant it was created by my master’s divine prohibition, so we still have a chance."

The envoys’ eyes tightened: "You mean..."

"Delay!"

The newcomer spoke gravely, looking at the giant scarlet cocoon: "How much longer until the Son of the Blood God successfully transforms?"

The envoys exchanged glances: "The Divine Son had feigned death and escaped earlier, already heavily injured, and was recently struck by the Celestial Extreme Sword. Though not completely destroyed, his injuries deepened. According to the original plan, the entire population of Tianbei City must be sacrificed to complete his transformation."

"That’s the pinnacle state."

The newcomer spoke coldly: "Under current circumstances, it’s impossible to achieve perfection. As long as he can reach Tier Ten, even sacrificing the future and leaving some flaws is acceptable."

The envoys furrowed their brows tightly: "His transformation is beyond our control."

"Then let him decide for himself!"

The newcomer maintained his tone: "That person is heading here right now. I will use all my strength to uphold my master’s divine prohibition, preventing such variables from reappearing. The rest is up to you—whether to cut losses or face complete ruin!"

With those words, regardless of the envoys’ reactions, he retreated into the illusory portal and vanished.

"..."

Watching the illusory portal’s departure, the envoys frowned, unsure what to say.

But as the newcomer had stated, under these circumstances, they had few options: either cut their losses or face complete ruin.

"Command all directions! Accelerate actions!"

"Gather all divine envoys to delay him!"

"Ensure no matter what, the Divine Son’s successful emergence!"

"..."

Orders were relayed, actions swiftly followed, altering the situation once more.