The sun, suspended in the sky, gradually turned black with the passage of time, as if undergoing an eclipse.

The golden warrior, who was originally suspended beneath the sun, that ancient deity representing day and light, his golden armor slowly began to dim, and wisps of black aura emanated from his body.

Immediately after, he slowly turned around, facing the black sun, holding his sword with both hands, and lowered his proud head, seemingly choosing to surrender.

Following the direction of his worship, one could see that between the black sun, the throne was once again suspended.

And the figure on the throne sat sideways, his elbow resting on the armrest of the throne, his hand propping up his chin, coldly looking down at the entire human world.

Whoosh!

Fang Xin opened his eyes, recalling the scene that had just appeared in his mind.

Fang Xin was all too familiar with the figure on the throne.

Wasn't it himself?

Fang Xin raised his hand, and a Slaughter Rune appeared on the back of his hand.

He hadn't expected this Slaughter Talent to be so heaven-defying.

The Fang Xin in the mirror had said he was the Head of the Seven Kings.

That also meant that besides the King of Slaughter, there were other Talent Kings.

His thoughts returned, and Fang Xin could now feel particles of light slowly converging into his body.

It seemed he had also awakened a Light-Based Talent.

Fang Xin took out his phone and opened the front-facing camera.

He didn't notice any changes in his pupils.

Fang Xin then thought that his awakening might be different from others'.

After pondering for a moment, Fang Xin took out his zhilian device and searched for what it was like to visualize when awakening a Light-Based Talent.

After the search, Fang Xin was stunned again.

Light Element is divided into Sunlight Element and Moonlight Element. Those with ordinary talent can only awaken one of them, while those with S-rank talent or above can awaken both.

During visualization, one needs to hold a sculpture of the goddess of light, facing the sunlight or moonlight, and then one can see the sun god or moon god. However, due to different talents, what is seen is also different. It can be judged by the number of wings: B-rank talents and below can only see two-winged deities, while B-rank and above talents can see four-winged, six-winged, eight-winged, ten-winged, and the highest twelve-winged.

Fang Xin was confused. The potion had measured his talent as A-rank, but his actual result was S-rank, which should only allow him to see an eight-winged Light God. Why could he see a twelve-winged one?

Could it be the effect of the Slaughter Talent?

Fang Xin also checked other information about the Light-Based Talent, but strangely, he could only find superficial information about the Light-Based Talent. In the zhilian device, many talents had corresponding skill techniques, but there was no introduction on how to use Light-Based Talent skills.

After that, Fang Xin checked why there was so little information about Light-Based Talent.

Finally, several answers appeared.

Because all resources, techniques, and skills for Light-Based Talent were monopolized by the Church.

As Fang Xin was browsing, his gaze fixed on an image.

More precisely, it was a totem.

The Church's totem.

An eye, and its pupil was a sun!

Fang Xin had seen this pattern before.

It was the same emblem pattern worn on the chest of the lion dog he encountered at Chu Xinyao's house!

It seemed that Chu Xinyao's father was a member of the Church!

Fang Xin couldn't help but think that earlier in the Ten Thousand Beasts Palace, when Zhuge Heng and Palace Master Shang were chatting, the Church wanted to transfer the handsome white-haired Zhuge Heng to be the Governor of the Red Lotus District, but he refused. Moreover, Professor Shang, who developed Honghuang No. 1, and his surviving student, were also extradited by the Church from abroad, suggesting that the Church held great power.

Furthermore, from Zhuge Heng's brief remarks, it could be inferred that there was intense power struggle within the Church, which was why the white-haired man disdained the Church's actions.

Fang Xin searched for the Church again.

Other than what he had just seen, there was no other information.

It was very mysterious.

Now that he thought about it, Chu Xinyao always avoided talking about her father, and this was the root cause.

However, there was one more piece of information he had just found.

Anyone found to have a Light-Based Talent would be forcibly taken away by the Church, regardless of their level.

Fang Xin stroked his zhilian device. His Light-Based Talent was not bad, and there was only one reason he hadn't been taken away by the Church: Fang Xin had joined the Ninth Division.

As Fang Xin was pondering these matters, in the Imperial Capital, within the ancient and magnificent Temple of Light, a middle-aged man wearing a crown and a white cape embroidered with gold looked up at the huge sculpture of the goddess of light standing in the temple.

The sun, moon, and stars were embroidered on his cape. Looking closely, as the cape swayed, the sun, moon, and stars on it were slowly moving.

Behind the sculpture, there was a huge spherical object suspended in mid-air, like the sun.

But at this moment, the sun seemed to be undergoing an eclipse, slowly being devoured into blackness.

The middle-aged man wearing the crown had golden light bursting from his eyes.

The temple shook.

A figure rushed in from outside, his red cape dragging on the ground, swaying from side to side as he ran. His pupils constricted when he saw this scene.

"Your Holiness, this? What is this?"

The middle-aged man's golden eyes stared at the sun, which was still being devoured by blackness.

He murmured, "The Great Eclipse, black and white inverted, the Seven Kings reunite, judgment descends."

The figure behind him trembled violently upon hearing this, and his voice quivered, "This! The Chaos of the Gods only stopped less than a century ago! Is there any way to prevent the Seven Kings from descending?"

The middle-aged man slowly turned his head, his golden eyes erupting with dazzling light that struck awe into one's heart, "Yes! Either enslave them to serve us, or... find every possible way to nip them in the bud!"

The figure behind him trembled violently again, and a chilling coldness swept through the otherwise warm temple.

"Keep a constant watch on the remnants of the Evernight, send people to infiltrate their ranks. If the Seven Kings appear, they will surely detect it before us. Before they can bring them over, act to snatch them. Those who obey me shall prosper; those who defy me... shall perish!!!"

"Understood!"

Fang Xin slept a little longer to get enough rest to earn more points at night.

Nightfall arrived in a blink of an eye.

Fang Xin persistently stood in front of the mirror.

After getting no results as usual, he returned to bed and waited quietly.

When a hand appeared out of thin air, Fang Xin reached out and grabbed it. The other party pulled, and Fang Xin disappeared into thin air.

Looking at the city below, Fang Xin realized it was a different city again.

Zhuge Heng tossed the spherical artifact into the sky, and the protective shield descended once more.

"Do you have any questions?" Zhuge Heng asked.

"Can you find me some skill techniques or similar things for Light-Based Talent?"

Zhuge Heng paused his ear-picking, "You've awakened a Light-Based Talent?"

"Yes!"

"Light-Based Talent techniques and skills, well, these are different from other talents. Other talent skills can be found online, and there are quite a few on the zhilian device. But Light-Based Talent is monopolized by those old bastards from the Church, a bunch of arrogant trash who think they're superior.

It's indeed a bit difficult to get these, after all, I broke the leg of the nephew of a top Church figure a while ago. But since you've asked, I'll definitely figure something out for you! I'll give it to you after school starts!"

Fang Xin clicked his tongue, this guy was truly extraordinary, "Thanks!"

"No problem, any other questions?"

"Not for now!"

Snap!

After the snap, Fang Xin appeared on the battlefield.

Tonight's harvest wasn't as bountiful as the previous days, after all, the decapitation operation had been going on for three days, and the remnants of the Evernight and those Stranger who were going to flee had already done so, so the numbers had decreased significantly.

Fang Xin only managed to gather two thousand eight hundred thirty-two points overnight.

His current points totaled twelve thousand sixty.

Just as Fang Xin's points reached ten thousand, his card suddenly flashed.

Two stars appeared on it.

"Greetings, Mr. Fang Xin, congratulations on being promoted to a two-star user!"

In the following days, Fang Xin continued to kill and harvest under the cover of night.

The Sky Shield Bureau members who came to clear out the Stranger all knew that there was a new Ninth Division trainee on the battlefield, wearing an invisibility cloak, who was ruthless and decisive in his actions, and had already reached Level 3 combat power before even enrolling.

Few knew his appearance; only his legend circulated under the night sky.

He had thought everything would pass peacefully.

Unexpectedly, on the last day, he encountered a wind-attribute Stranger, who blew a strong gust of wind.

Fang Xin's invisibility cloak was blown off, revealing Fang Xin wearing Red Underpants underneath.

And this scene was coincidentally captured by someone from the Sky Shield Bureau.

Although his face wasn't captured, everyone knew that the Ninth Division had a flamboyant new trainee, Level 3 combat power, who wore his Red Underpants on the outside.

Fang Xin had just gotten home and laid down.

Shi Tailang posted a message in the Ninth Division Youth Training Camp's small group chat.

"Do you guys know? This year, a big shot has joined our Ninth Division, a Level 3 combatant before even enrolling!"

Zhang Yaozu was the first to reply, "Who? So strong?"

"I don't know, the information is hidden, and the people on the mission aren't allowed to say, but a photo has been leaked."

As he spoke, Shi Tailang sent a photo.

In the photo, the person jumped high, wearing an Old Lady's headscarf, a strange mask on his face, a revolver in one hand, a zhilian device laser sword in the other, and very eye-catching bright Red Underpants worn on the outside, with a pair of mandarin ducks embroidered on them.

"Look! Everyone calls him the Red Underpants War God now!"

"What a flamboyant outfit! Who is this!"

"Could it be someone in our group?"

Shi Tailang continued, "There have always been two people in the group who don't talk. Could it be one of them?"

Bai Yulin interjected, "The photo clearly shows a man. The two quiet ones in the group are Fang Xin and Li Bao'er. Bao'er is a girl."

"Shi Tailang @ Fang Xin, Xin Ge, is this Red Underpants War God you?"

Fang Xin looked at the group messages and then at the photo.

His trembling hands slowly typed a few words.

"How could it be me? There's no one in our Lan City, or even the entire Red Lotus District, who could be so flamboyant!"