The second son was named Song Kuangyan, the kind of spoiled youngest son beloved in large families, who was dispatched as a special agent to Lower City District 9.

At this moment, on the phone, in order to gain his mother’s support and help, special agent Song Kuangyan was almost entirely forthcoming:

"...Mom, believe me, I’m not lying to you this time. I’ve just verified it; the sheepskin scroll is real. It can truly summon the Evil Sacrifice. Although the offerings might not be very suitable, not quite to the Evil Sacrifice’s taste, I’ve found the key point.

As long as I try a few more times, I’ll definitely find the right method.

And as soon as I can make a [Mask], I can continually produce... "

"Mass production of Evil Sacrifice parasites?!!"

Song-Cao Clan’s pupils slightly narrowed, fully aware of the implications if his second son’s words were true.

After the Calamity of Heaven’s Fall, the Divine Clan engaged in an [Evil Sacrifice Competition]. The Song Family lagged behind in this area for various reasons, but if they could obtain mass-produced Evil Sacrifice parasites, they might catch up through unconventional means.

The Song-Cao Clan quickly processed the possibilities with the computational power aided by the "Spirit Rhinoceros Crown".

With the advanced biotech mastered by the Song Family, if enough samples of Evil Sacrifice parasites can be obtained for reverse engineering, there is a certain probability of deducing the "genetic map" of the Evil Sacrifice itself. (Or rather, the energy code or core rules of its form of existence.)

Once the true "genetic map" of this Evil Sacrifice is mastered, it must be acknowledged that cloning the original Evil Sacrifice is not without possibility.

Even if they cannot reach the level of [Destiny] and the Thirteen Seats, they may seal the Evil Sacrifice within themselves, completely mastering the terrifying power of the Evil Sacrifice with mortal bodies;

To be more precise, it is to multiply the human body to carry and distort the inhuman power of the Evil Sacrifice.

Alternatively, directly release the Evil Sacrifice from the belly, achieving physical-level expansion until it blots out the sky and covers the sun...

If not, then why would that day be called the "Calamity of Heaven’s Fall"?

Most people thought that the "heaven-falling" in "Calamity of Heaven’s Fall" was a figurative exaggeration, but as a member of the Divine Bloodline, Song-Cao Clan was well aware that the "Calamity of Heaven’s Fall" was not just a metaphor~

Merely recalling that day triggered a genetic shiver that swept over her like an icy tide.

Luckily, in the next second, the "Spirit Rhinoceros Crown" screened out the remaining fear in her mind, soothing it away.

Song-Cao Clan took a deep breath, calming her emotions, and her voice, filled with rare appreciation, converted her consciousness:

"Sending you to Lower City for training seems to have indeed paid off, very good."

This brief affirmation made the special agent on the other end of the line feel his heart leap. He knew he had bet correctly on the first step!

Song-Cao Clan continued:

"Your most urgent task now is to truly create a [Mask]."

Song Kuangyan held the phone tightly, nodding repeatedly:

"Don’t worry, Mom, I will not disappoint you again this time."

However, Song-Cao Clan’s tone shifted, revealing the cold reality of family power struggles:

"But you must understand, the main house has always been very wary of our third branch, and our branch has been in a precarious state recently. As for your father... sigh..."

She paused, seemingly weighing her words,

"In short, if you don’t achieve results, your father won’t intentionally show favoritism or transfer you back to the clan, giving people something to talk about."

Song-Cao Clan paused again, providing reassurance to her son:

"But as long as you achieve results, not only can you be transferred back to the clan, but I can also secure a spot for the ’Celestial Crown’ for you."

On the other end, Song Kuangyi’s breathing suddenly grew rapid.

The special agent, who enjoyed painting grandiose pictures for others, finally got a taste of the grand vision painted by his mother.

Song-Cao Clan’s voice was filled with seductive allure:

"With the ’Celestial Crown’, only then do you qualify for an audience in Core City, to truly help your elder brother."

Mentioning her eldest son, a genuine smile appeared on Song-Cao Clan’s face:

"Your brother keeps worrying at home, saying Lower City is impoverished, afraid you’ll suffer, asking your father and me to think of a way to bring you back sooner.

Now this is great, if he finds out you’re not only coming back but potentially wearing the ’Celestial Crown’ to help him, think how happy he’ll be."

Song Kuangyan’s voice over the phone was filled with deep affection and brotherly loyalty:

"Mom, I also yearn day and night to return to the family and help ease my elder brother’s burdens."

His words were utterly sincere, as if the desire for the "Celestial Crown" paled in comparison to his longing to return to the family and support his brother.

The smile on Song-Cao Clan’s face deepened, and she offered a final caution:

"What you’re doing now is very important, so avoid being rash. Slow and steady wins the race, especially in safeguarding the secret. Even if you are in Lower City, do not let your guard down.

Always remember, there may be eyes watching you from unseen places!"

Song Kuangyan could understand his mother’s implication, that the creation of the first sample could only rely on himself.

Because, an early intervention help from his mother could certainly attract eyes from the shadows.

"I understand, Mom! Rest assured!"

Song Kuangyan repeatedly assured,

"I will be extra careful and ensure there are no mistakes!"

After hanging up, Song Kuangyan looked around at the newly refurbished entertainment room, a meaningful smirk slowly spreading across his lips as he muttered to himself:

"My dear brother, since you’re always ’worrying’ about me in mother’s ear, I should return sooner to properly ’assist’ you."

......

At the same time.

Pushing open the heavy door carved with plum, orchid, bamboo, and chrysanthemum motifs, a unique scent of old paper, fine ink, and faint sandalwood wafted in.

The study was furnished with an ancient charm, showing no signs of modern technology, making one feel as if they had traveled back to the literati residence of the Ancient Era.

A broad rosewood writing desk was set by the window, on which lay the Four Treasures of the Study, along with a casually placed "Celestial Crown" that had been taken off.

An ordinary person who obtained a "Celestial Crown" might be eager to wear it 24/7, but Song Kuangyi was different. If it wasn’t a necessary occasion, he wouldn’t easily wear it.

At that moment, Song Kuangyi sat behind the desk, engrossed in an ancient, yellowed book.

His appearance was very similar to the distant special agent in Lower City, yet the spirit between his brows was entirely different.

The agent’s gaze was like a poisoned icicle, lingering with a persistent sinister coldness; while Song Kuangyi’s gaze was warm and peaceful, like high-quality warm jade.

He wore a simple moon-white long shirt, with cuffs and collar embroidered with pale bamboo patterns, enhancing his gentle and broad temperament, exuding the demeanor of a classic noble gentleman.

In fact, few people in Upper City still read paper books; most read electronic versions.

Moreover, even fewer people read the electronic versions, as downloading and reading through a brain-machine interface is more convenient and fast.

He read slowly, his fingers gently brushing over the ancient texts, as if he could feel the texture of time, his gaze focused and serene.

Beside the desk stood a young maid in a plain servant’s uniform, her head lowered, carefully peeling an orange, meticulously removing the pith and placing the segments into a small white jade bowl on the desk.

An elder in black robes, with a gaunt face and hawk-like sharp eyes, entered briskly.

Song Kuangyi, sensing his presence, did not lift his head, but naturally closed the book in his hands, placing it gently in the corner of the desk.

He extended two fingers, picked up an orange segment from the jade bowl, and placed it in his mouth.

"Hmm, the orange is quite good."

He praised gently, then casually waved his hand.

The maid immediately bowed, preparing to leave, when Song Kuangyi’s gentle voice sounded again:

"Wait, this orange is very sweet, take it and share it with the other maids."

The maid, upon hearing this, looked joyful, sweetly responding:

"Thank you, young master, for your generosity."

She gave a deep bow, carefully holding the bowl of oranges as if cradling a rare treasure, tiptoeing out, and wisely closing the heavy study door tightly.

Once the door closed, the elder in black gently frowned, his voice low and deep:

"Young master is too lenient with the servants. Over time, it may cause them to lose reverence, which is not the way to manage subordinates."

Song Kuangyi, upon hearing this, maintained his warm and gentle smile:

"You worry too much, teacher. They like me too much to fear me. Why should I make them fear me?"