The Blue Bird floated over the icy plains where snowstorms raged, the alert red light sweeping through the entire cabin.

This was the floating airship of the You Ying Group, an inheritance left behind by the Red King in his early years, now refurbished and maintained by the Six Major Families of the Dark World, used for pioneering in the Ancient God Realm. This is the reason why they could occupy thirty-five percent of the territory on the first level, mainly relying on the alchemy technology's assistance.

"All departments, please pay attention, enemy attack detected, prepare for combat!"

"Warning, the Heavenly Person Realm is approaching!"

"Countdown: three hundred seconds!"

The cold voice of artificial intelligence echoed in the cabin.

"Wow, so scary."

Xing Yun sat at the edge of the bar, gazing at the brilliant golden light outside the porthole, pondering: "No wonder the Think Tank is bending over backward to kill the President. As long as the President is alive, the people of the Order World can leverage the power of the Heavenly Person's Wedge. Especially Rhein, whose mastery of the Heavenly Person Realm is becoming more and more skillful."

She was still wearing her hair in a bun, with a white headband, dressed in a loose red sweater paired with a pleated skirt, her legs wrapped in black stockings and high boots of deerskin, swinging leisurely.

She looked like a beauty, but her expression was silly and dazed.

"I think I should be the one to say that!"

Ghost Eye grumbled, his whole body wrapped in bandages like a mummy: "Lived for over sixty years, never experienced such humiliating defeat, one day I will... Forget it, give me ten more lifetimes and I still couldn't defeat that President, better keep my head down."

The last time they tried to mess with the Ether Association, they paid a painful price.

Xing Yun was fortunately fine, as she was on the Ancient Martial Path, able to resist, attack, and run.

Ghost Eye was not so lucky, just a step away from the ghost gate, almost beyond rescue.

Dusk often acted in pairs, their duo was nicknamed the Dumb Duo, although their brains seemed not very useful, their combat power was formidable.

Surviving a strike from the President was proof enough.

Enough to go down in history.

At this moment, someone passed by in the corridor, casually saying: "Ghost Eye, calm down!"

Snow Woman walked past him, casually casting a Holy Light, causing him to let out a soft moan.

"We just returned from a mission outside and almost ran into Rhein!"

Shadow Demon, carrying a huge sniper rifle, patted his chest: "What's going on with you guys? Rhein actually came knocking at the door, yet no one went out to battle him. Where are Demon Night and Youyu? Where is Mr. Netherworld? Please, help!"

If Gu Jianlin were here, he would undoubtedly recognize.

These were the two Yingzhou people who mysteriously appeared on Penglai Fairy Island, Yuuki Yocchi and Da He Wang.

There was no doubt that they were also members of Dusk, their strength far beyond the Fifth Rank.

Both being Holy Land Level Ascenders, naturally, they could join forces to break the restraints of the Dark Realm Curtain.

"Sister Demon Night and Sister Youyu went on a mission, Mr. Wang Hai and Mr. Blood Shadow are surveying the terrain. The Think Tank said not to worry, that lady has already awakened." Xing Yun said foolishly.

"You guys weren't here earlier, didn't hear the commotion in the cabin."

Ghost Eye complained: "We were scared to death."

Shadow Demon thought deeply, looking towards the deepest part of the cabin: "Miss Skylark, is it?"

"Don't look."

Snow Woman blocked his Eagle Eyes, softly saying: "That lady doesn't like being watched."

In the silence, low footsteps sounded.

The door of the meeting room opened, and the tall and burly Netherworld emerged, wearing a black long windbreaker, his white shirt soaked with wine, holding a bottle of whisky, looking like a drunkard.

"The Think Tank orders, everyone should mind their business, don't gather here."

He raised his slightly intoxicated eyes, faintly smiling: "Today, it's time for Rhein to suffer a bit."

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This floating ship named Blue Bird had an absolute forbidden zone, off-limits to anyone, whether you were a member of Dusk, or a direct line of the Six Major Families, or a servant, all were treated equally.

On both sides of the narrow passageway, crystal coffins lined up, people wearing blood-colored masks lay in the coffins peacefully asleep, seemingly without breath or heartbeat, like lifeless corpses.

With the friction sound of the coffin cover, Xia Yu rose from the coffin.

This woman seemed to have just experienced a life-and-death struggle, yet her eyes showed no fear at all, just breathing deeply, looking down at her naked delicate body, frowning at the sweat trickling down her skin.

She got up straight away, went to her room first to take a shower, reapply her makeup, pinned her long hair back, then changed into a brand new white long dress, stepping gracefully in high heels as she left.

"Miss Skylark."

Her voice was soft and melodious, yet carrying a hint of apprehension: "I'm back."

A distant ethereal singing seemed to echo in the room, halting abruptly upon hearing her voice.

"Come in."

Someone said softly, the voice remaining ethereal and cool, as if far beyond the mortal realm.

The cabin door opened automatically, and Xia Yu stepped into this forbidden-like room.

In fact, this room was just an ordinary presidential suite, nothing special, just a little more elegantly decorated, with a faint scent of Lan She lingering in the air, the massive floor-to-ceiling porthole reflecting the snowstorm outside, and beside the window, a giant bronze bathtub shrouded in red gauze.