The giant peacock twisted its head, flapping its wings, occasionally spreading its tail to dance with its owner in the air. Their movements were getting faster and faster, like an even larger flame!

At the edge of the stage, the wind suddenly arose.

In the live broadcast, the wind was visible.

Because the wind messed up Su Yaoyao’s braids, because the wind ruffled the feathers of the Red Treasure, because the wind... was black!

...

The howling black wind blew in a complete circle around the stage.

After the wind passed, silhouettes were left around the stage.

There was a fatty with a head and face full of red scabs.

There was a tall, thin woman carrying a blood-colored long sword on her shoulder.

There was a big man with a full beard riding a black tiger.

Some had their faces hidden in hoods, with blood-colored talismans floating beside them.

Some were obscured by densely packed clouds of insects, making it hard to see clearly.

Some held a bronze ruler, with a black array map appearing under their feet...

They suddenly appeared around the stage, becoming the audience of Su Yaoyao.

They also suddenly appeared in the live broadcast, becoming brand new content for the live stream.

The bullet screen comments instantly flew across rapidly.

[What’s going on?]

[What are they doing?]

[They don’t look like good people!]

[That big man with a beard is on the wanted list, he’s called Huang Heihu, he was Sequence Eight a year ago]

[Could they all be fugitives?]

[Oh my god!]

[Are the fugitives here to be the audience?]

[How many are there in total?]

[I counted, fifteen!]

...

"Fifteen?"

On a distant high-rise, in a pitch-black room, Professor Zhang and his group fell silent.

They had many contingency plans, many assessments. They even mobilized as many forces as possible, almost all new Sequence Sevens of the Committee, were completely mobilized!

But... the enemies, were actually this many?

In Professor Zhang’s mind, the gentle sigh of Qing Lu Ancient Immortal already echoed.

"Hurry and escape while they haven’t discovered this place yet, quickly escape!

"Don’t imagine that you can win with fewer against more.

"Even if it’s one-on-one, ten-on-ten, with equal numbers, you tech guys are not their match.

"Don’t go courting death!"

Others also frowned, exclaiming in panic.

"My Ancient Immortal Master says... we should hurry and run."

"My Ancient Immortal Master also says... not to go to our deaths!"

"We can’t win! We should... we should run asap!"

"Don’t sacrifice for nothing, save your useful selves!"

"The struggles we face are still harsh, we can’t act on impulse!"

Professor Zhang, with trembling hands, dialed Wu Jianxian’s number.

The receiver, however, was Wu Jianxian’s secretary.

"Can the President come to West State?"

A confused voice came from the other end.

"Has the West State situation changed?

"The President took ten newly advanced Sequence Sevens to the Dragon Tomb Ruins, it’s uncertain when he’ll return..."

Professor Zhang hung up the phone, sweating profusely, gritting his teeth!

They were still too hasty!

In another month, the Committee’s Sequence Seven could have increased by five!

Why didn’t they wait?

Beside him, Wu Qingyun suddenly spoke.

"What if we find that West State mastermind and go together, we might win?"

The nine in the room shrank back into the shadows. They were not familiar with or trusted the West State figure, unwilling to fight alongside them.

Wu Qingyun continued.

"Sister Yaoyao knows him, he’ll save Sister Yaoyao!"

Professor Zhang gave a bitter smile, speaking as Wu Qingyun’s gaze dimmed.

"It’s false!

"Su Yaoyao confessed, she doesn’t know him at all!

"Her previous statements were a fake show of power!

"I’m afraid we can’t rely on him either.

"There are... too many enemies!"

He looked at the live broadcast screen, seeing on the high platform, the song not yet stopped, the dance unabated, Su Yaoyao and the Peacock Red Treasure dancing together, immersed in every movement.

Seeing around the high platform, fifteen varied figures scattered like that, quietly observing, yet with similar smiles on their faces.

He raised his sleeve to wipe his tears.

"Cut the live broadcast.

"Prepare for public relations.

"Everyone retreat."

The nine people behind him were relieved, all letting out a breath.

Wu Qingyun stood dumbfounded.

"Sister Yaoyao, her... her audience, are there only those fifteen people left?"

...

Twenty thousand meters in the air.

The Fire Toad floats in the biting wind, amidst the thin clouds.

Behind the Fire Toad, Bai Mo sits on a fishing recliner, frowning.

On the small stool beside him, Moon Belly holds a basin of medium-sized Wine Vessel Flower, staring keenly with fox-like eyes, nodding as she takes in the high-altitude scenery.

"Did everyone just retreat like that?

Leaving Sister Yaoyao alone, dancing in that big pit?"

Bai Mo smacks his lips.

"Understandable."

He frowns again.

"But hard to accept."

He crosses his legs.

"So be it!

"The Peacock Immortal Beast inherently needs the attention of an audience to have an endless stream of Immortal Qi.

"Those dozen people, with high enough sequences, must be able to provide even more abundant Immortal Qi.

"Let the ritual proceed for now."

...

On the high platform, the song hasn’t ended, the dance hasn’t stopped.

Su Yaoyao and Peacock Red Treasure are immersed in the dance, gracefully moving.

They vaguely feel that the audience has changed!

The tens of thousands of live-stream viewers suddenly vanished.

But fifteen high-sequence viewers emerged, fifteen peculiar and powerful auras, watching them from under the stage.

Immersed in the dance, lost in the ritual, they have no time to distinguish much; they simply follow their memories, follow the song, step to the rhythm, and continue dancing!

In Su Yaoyao’s mind, there’s a distant furious breeze yell, like swans beating against water waves!

But she can’t afford to pay attention.

Immersed in the dance, leaping in mid-air, the acupoint at her forehead grows hotter and swelling, as if something is brewing inside, ready to break out!

In the dance, she sees Red Treasure’s eyes, sees Red Treasure seem less focused, sees the peculiar figure reflected in Red Treasure’s pupils, masked by insect clouds.

Ah?

Focus, Red Treasure!

This promotion involves the heart and expectations of countless people, the opportunity is precious, not to be wasted!

...

The fifteen Sequence Seven members beside them all smile.

They pull out one drone after another from their chests, adjusting the cameras and launching the drones skyward.

The hackers in the Dark World are already preparing; soon, they’ll hack into the Kuaido servers to reconnect the live stream.

The goddess of the Committee, Su Yaoyao, her promotion must be witnessed by millions; how can it be interrupted?

And the fate of this factory must be broadcasted, allowing all those involved in its construction to understand the meaning of fear!

...

Finally, atop the high platform, the song ends, and the dance stops.

Su Yaoyao and Red Treasure’s gazes meet again.

Human and peacock, with minds connected.

The acupoints at their foreheads simultaneously open!

The newborn Divine Sense, like a gentle wind, erupts, linking the Sea of Consciousness of one person and one beast.

Su Yaoyao’s hair has turned completely white, her wrinkled skin covered with age spots, her eyes cloudy, her body emaciated, her waist hunched.

But she truly has reached Sequence Seven!

"Goo!"

Red Treasure lets out a clear cry, echoing through the night sky, swooping in with its massive claws, directly gripping its owner’s waist and shoulders, holding the owner, hiding the owner’s body beneath it, intending to flap its wings to escape this stage!

But how can it?

Obscured insect clouds have already sealed the sky.

Black Tiger’s mouth drips saliva, corroding the ground.

A tall, skinny woman pulls out a blood-colored long sword from her shoulder, grinning grotesquely.

A fatty covered in blood scabs laughs eerily, jumping into the air, transforming into a blood shadow, his hand wrapped in blood scabs, grabbing at Peacock Red Treasure!

Right then...

A hot wind suddenly blows through this Puppet Arena!

Five-colored light shines brightly and splendidly, covering the sky, overshadowing the spotlight’s glow like a faint glow!

Everyone looks up and sees the sky of the Puppet Arena has somehow been covered by the spreading Five-Colored Fire Cloud!

Peacock Red Treasure strides with its owner, circling under this fire cloud.

Black insect clouds smoke and perish, falling like rain.

The Sequence Seven "Scab People" soaring mid-air explodes into a blood rain.

The tall skinny woman holding a long sword starts trembling uncontrollably.

The Immortal Beast Black Tiger lies prone on the ground, vomiting bile...

A voice, clear and high, comes from the heavens, carrying undeniable anger.

"Impudent!"