An Organization Spurned by the World, Destined to Sweep Across the Heavens

Qin Taiyi's voice, deep and resonant like an ancient bell, echoed across the scorched earth:

"If Wangchuan seen through it, this thing would have caused great chaos."

He turned his gaze to Qin Wangchuan and nodded slightly:

"Wangchuan, you did a great job."

"In addition to what I've already mentioned, I'll grant you another great fortuitous opportunity."

"As well as..."

After speaking, Qin Taiyi paused slightly, his gaze sweeping over the scattered fragments of the Nine-Layer Profound Heaven Ring, now devoid of any spiritual light.

This thing needs to withstand attacks to become stronger, but it exploded on the first attack during its battle with Qin Hongchen.

It was just a thought.

In an instant, the shattered rings, the collapsed city walls, and even every flying speck of dust began to tremble, rewind, and recombine in these ripples.

Time flows gently backward through the fingers of the Heavenly Emperor.

In just a few breaths, the exquisitely crafted Nine-Layer Profound Heaven Ring was suspended perfectly in mid-air, its spiritual light flowing.

The entire Cloudrest City rose from the ground, bricks and tiles were put back in place, and pavilions reappeared, exactly the same as before the war, only now it was empty and deserted.

"This little gadget has a somewhat interesting design," Qin Taiyi said calmly, examining the restored Xuan Mystic Heaven Ring. "But it's not enough."

His gaze shifted slightly, landing on Qin Wangchuan's hair.

"And this too."

As soon as he finished speaking, the two thin, resilient Heavenly Suspended Silk that Qin Wangchuan used to tie his hair fell silently and landed in the Old Ancestor's palm as if they had a spirit.

"I'll leave these two little things with me for now."

"I'll refine it for you again."

Then, his gaze fell on Qin Hongchen.

Qin Taiyi flicked his sleeve and walked past him, pausing only briefly as they brushed past each other:

"Although the Red Dust Tribulation was caused by me, I am very disappointed in you."

"To overcome calamities and remain undefeated against enemies—this is the conduct befitting the Qin Clan Divine Son."

"As the Divine Son said, you are stripped of your position as the Dao Child."

"As for what happens in the future... we'll see how you perform."

After saying this, Qin Taiyi vanished along with Fang Yun's corpse.

He's going to investigate how the Alien Race came up with this thing.

Qin Hongchen kowtowed to the void, his voice hoarse:

"Thank you, Old Ancestor."

After he got up, he turned to face Qin Wangchuan.

Qin Wangchuan's heart stirred slightly; he understood the meaning and instinctively wanted to step forward and help her up.

Qin Xuanji, however, gently shook his head from a distance.

Qin Hongchen bowed solemnly to Qin Wangchuan once again:

"Thank you, Divine Son."

Qin Wangchuan stepped forward and patted Qin Hongchen on the shoulder:

"Go, Sixth Brother."

"Go and change all of this."

He paused, then whispered, "The Black Mist is dangerous; proceed with caution."

"If we accidentally discover a way to resolve the Black Mist, that would be a great achievement."

"Okay." Qin Hongchen's eyes were slightly red, and he nodded heavily.

Then, he turned to Qin Wudao, Qin Xuanji, Qin Kuangge, and Qin Qingzheng, and kowtowed to each of them:

"I... have failed my Lineage, I have failed everyone..."

"Alright, alright, enough with the pleasantries." Qin Kuangge waved his hand and let out a long sigh. "So that woman really was a fake. She's got Complete Immortal Bones. The Alien Race is really willing to go to such lengths... I don't even want to think about the consequences if Ninth Brother hadn't seen through it."

He grinned. "It's better if he leaves."

"Actually, I've disliked you for a long time! Your indecisiveness and inability to make decisions are unpleasant to watch."

"If it were me, rather than being trapped in one place and suffering for a hundred years, I would have gone to Foreign Lands a thousand or eight hundred times already. Even if I could not find it, it would still be better than waiting idly."

"Don't let him die out there," Qin Xuanji added casually.

"The key is the Black Mist," Qin Wudao said calmly. "If you can truly resolve the Black Mist, I'll go and bring her back for you."

You owe me a huge sum of money!

Qin Miaoyan's cursing grew louder as several people emerged from the dust and smoke, hurling insults at each other.

"Isn't that my Sky Patrol Throne?!"

Qin Qingni stared at the distant wreckage, her face darkening. Her heart sank: Oh no, Wen Rou'er is going to nag me again when I get back... She'll definitely say something like, "Just marry Ninth Brother to me..."

"Didn't Ninth Brother contribute the most money?" Qin Zhaoer blinked, somewhat indignant.

Qin Miaoyan out her chest and declared confidently, "Ninth Brother's money is my money!"

"I'm managing it for Ninth Brother. Don't you understand the concept of money making money?"

Upon hearing this, everyone was taken aback, then burst into laughter.

The smoke and dust had not yet dissipated, and the scorched earth was still hot.

Looking at the laughing and joking crowd in front of him, Qin Hongchen felt a lump in his throat and a surge of emotions welled up in his chest.

He was both ashamed of his past prejudices and deeply moved by the tolerance he felt at this moment.

'If the day ever comes when I bring her back... I will repay this kindness a hundredfold.'

With the matter settled, everyone dispersed.

The great fortuitous opportunity promised by our Old Ancestor can be postponed for now.

Qin Wangchuan returned home, with something on his mind that had been lingering for a long time, and it was time to put it into action.

Mixed-race, descendants of Alien Race scattered across Three Thousand Provinces... Most of them are not in control of their own lives, swept along by fate, struggling to survive in the cracks.

Rather than allowing similar tragedies to continue to repeat themselves, it would be better to... bring them together, provide them with shelter, and regulate their behavior.

As for who would carry out this task, he had already made up his mind.

First, take out the Bronze Mirror that is connected to Yin Qiyue.

That night, as Yin Qiyue once again spoke to herself in front of the mirror, pouring out her recent trivial matters and longing, the mirror surface suddenly rippled with a warm, clear light.

"Yin Qiyue." Qin Wangchuan's voice came through the mirror.

"Young Master?!"

After the initial surprise, there was a moment of silence tinged with sobs.

Immediately, Yin Qiyue began to recount her recent situation in rapid succession: how the stocking products came about, how their development was fraught with twists and turns, and how they became bestsellers, accumulating a large number of Spirit Stone.

Qin Wangchuan listened quietly, but was still surprised for a moment when he heard that it was more than 100 million Spirit Stone.

Earning Spirit Stone so fast, are they robbing people?

As her voice faded, he promised:

"I will go down and take a look myself in a while."

Suddenly, there was silence on the other side of the mirror.

Only a sudden, star-like brightness remained in his eyes.

After all, even things like stockings originated in that land.

If he doesn't go and check on them soon, those people might really cause a huge mess.

After ending his contact with Yin Qiyue, Qin Wangchuan called out to Feng Qingjue.

Unexpectedly, she was also in the Wen Dao Palace.

Feng Qingjue respectfully reported his recent situation:

"Those Returnees are developing steadily, with no major changes, except..."

"The person named Lv Yingxin has still not been found."

Of course, she couldn't be found; Lv Yingxin had already returned to Foreign Lands.

"No need to look anymore, I've already found the person."

Then, Qin Wangchuan got to the point. "Summon Luo Lingxi to see me."

When Luo Lingxi was brought in front of the mirror, her face was filled with disbelief and astonishment. Pointing at herself, her voice trembled slightly. "Young Master is looking for me?"

Ever since she was captivated by Qin Wangchuan's Zither Music, she has been given a new lease on life and direction, and has long revered Qin Wangchuan as a deity.

However, this deity doesn't tend to focus its attention on itself.

"I have something I need you to do."

Qin Wangchuan's voice came through the mirror, clear and calm, "You can refuse this."

Without the slightest hesitation, Luo Lingxi immediately lowered her head and replied:

"I will obey your orders, Young Master Lingxi, even at the cost of my life."

"I want you to establish an organization. Its core mission is to search for and shelter mixed- Alien Race scattered throughout the Three Thousand Provinces, to provide them with protection, to regulate their behavior, and... to give them a possible path to survival."

Luo Lingxi listened intently, a hint of confusion flashing between her brows, but she still carefully wrote down every word.

Only after Qin Wangchuan finished speaking did she hesitate before asking the question that lingered in her mind:

"Young Master... why do you do this?"

"In the eyes of the vast majority of people in the Three Thousand Provinces, being of mixed race is a taboo that cannot be discussed openly, a symbol of trouble and stain."

Qin Wangchuan remained silent for a moment.

The soft light from the mirror reflected his handsome yet serene profile.

Suddenly, the image of Tan Lingfei before his death flashed before his eyes, and he seemed to hear again the ideals that man had passionately proclaimed.

There's no particularly complicated reason.

"I need an organization to be my shield, my blade, and my eyes and ears."

That's all.

This is a lie.

Qin Wangchuan simply wanted to provide these people with shelter.

Luo Lingxi gradually understood the crux of the matter and suddenly said, "I understand."

"Mixed-race people are helpless and have no one to rely on, so they're easier to control, right?"

How could it have come to this conclusion?

Oh well, it doesn't really matter.

"... Go do it."

"Yes! Lingxi will certainly not fail your trust, Young Master!"

Qin Wangchuan severed the connection, and the mirror returned to silence.

He did not give this spur-of-the-moment decision much thought.

For him, it was more like a "placement" based on some kind of intuition—to find a shelter for those wandering, homeless souls.

That's all.

At this moment, Qin Wangchuan had no idea that this organization, which began out of pity and a momentary thought, would be tempered into a raging inferno that would sweep across the heavens in the blood and fire of the future.

It will become the strongest shield, the sharpest blade, and the most omnipresent "eye" in the hands of the Qin Clan Divine Son, illuminating all the mysteries of the heavens.

That is the strongest.