Blasphemy Wizard by Deceit World-Chapter 311 - 281: The ’Seed’ in the Right Eye_2

"You are not entirely unaffected,"

"This fierce knocking is truly too eerie. Its very rhythm carries many horrific features, making your blood boil, your skin erupt in goosebumps, as if every inch of flesh has come alive, with a will of its own, wanting to devour you." freёweɓnovel_com

"Such bizarre influence is so intense that it nearly drives you to the brink of madness."

"At this moment of crisis..."

"The cawing of the crow echoes in your mind once more, warm power flowing through your limbs; though it doesn’t completely negate the terrifying negative effects, it alleviates quite a bit."

"It’s really terrifying."

"Just the mere sound of knocking on a door possesses such dreadful destructive power."

"It’s hard to imagine what terrible thing would happen if you faced the fearful being behind the door... perhaps the power of ’Destiny’s Blessing’ would indeed be shaken."

"Although the knocking is still intense, with the blessing of the ’Dark Crow of Profane Fortune’, it doesn’t affect you much anymore,"

"You steady your thoughts, fixing your gaze once more on the right eye of the statue, step by step by step, ignoring the increasingly furious knocking, continuing to climb up steadily."

"Before long, you’ve reached the neck of the ’statue’..."

"What comes into view is a huge chin, almost occupying your entire field of vision."

"Climbing seems impossible now... Damn, having shepherded a deity, why can’t I fly? In some sense, the ’Star Spirit’ tier of deities is truly weak."

"Muttering to yourself, your hands aren’t idle."

"After pondering for a moment, you take out ’Destiny Replay’, and re-manifest the ’Residual Ring of the King of Truth’, this Super Legendary Ancient Item... intending to use its second effect to create a path towards the statue’s right eye by ways of imagination."

"During this process, you’re exceedingly cautious, probing bit by bit, ready to stop at the slightest disturbance, preparing to dispel the ’Residual Ring of the King of Truth’ at any moment."

"The reason for this is simple, you’re wary that the ’Extraordinary’ mysterious power might trigger certain taboos at the Sacrificial Altar, attracting some malevolent forces and causing terrifying events, which is exactly why you didn’t use the ’Residual Ring of the King of Truth’ effect to build a path to the statue’s right eye from the start,"

"Only now without a better option, you decided to take the gamble."

"Turns out your thinking was correct, though overly cautious..."

"Strands of silvery white, with faint halos, drift in the void, a path to the statue’s right eye materializes before your eyes at a speed visible to the naked eye, as your sight shifts,"

"The knocking becomes even more violent, ’thump thump thump thump’, far more intense than before; it’s evident that using your ’mysterious power’ further provoked that indescribable unknown existence behind the door."

"But at the same time, the crow’s caw in your mind becomes even more resonant, the warm current surges several times over, completely canceling the negative effects brought by the knocking."

"Phew..."

"Luckily, you have the ’Dark Crow of Profane Fortune’ on your side; if another explorer from the Otherworld were here, they’d likely have been twisted and their soul shattered, not knowing how many hundreds or thousands of times they had died."

"You let out a long breath and ignore the noise in your ears, continuing to move forward."

"As you get closer to the position of the statue’s right eye, rows and rows of unfamiliar script begin to faintly appear in your view, though due to the angle, it’s still hard to see them clearly."

"Finally..."

"You arrive at the front of the statue’s right eye, seeing the pupil made of crystalline glaze radiating a hazy color and the complete appearance of those rows and rows of text beneath the eyelid."

"Thanks to the role of a Destiny Blessing, you can understand the text above."

"Blasphemer... discovered... our sacrifice."

"Terrible... catastrophe... cast down... from the stars."

"Everyone... shall perish."

"But that’s not the end... it’s the... beginning."

"Seeds... are hidden... by us... when they take root and sprout... at that moment... the Lord of Blasphemy... who deceives the world... shall die."

"And we... shall live forever... in a new kingdom."

...

...

"Why use so many ellipses, do the authors not know it tires the reader?" Yang Qizhou habitually grumbled to himself as he looked at the text.

Immediately, his attention shifted to the content...

"As expected, the ’blasphemous wizards’ discovered the Dota Clan’s secret sacrificial practices to an unknown entity, thus bringing down a terrible calamity upon them, leading to their complete destruction... though it probably wasn’t the ’Lord of Blasphemy’ personally who did it, otherwise, there wouldn’t be relics left behind. Hmm, likely the work of a ’Wizard King’, buried underground and weathered over time."

"Wait, they hid the seeds?"

"Could it be the item inside the statue’s right eye as revealed in the ’Destiny’ prophecy?"

"No way."

Yang Qizhou unconsciously thought of a saying... the most dangerous place is the safest place.

Is this concept also prevalent in the old lands?

Meanwhile, the Secret Cultivator also saw it as the mysterious lamp holder before him suddenly paused in refreshing the text, couldn’t suppress his curiosity, and tentatively asked, "What’s wrong, did you discover something?"

"Yes, I’ve figured out a lot, including the origin of the ’relic’..."

Yang Qizhou’s voice carried a hint of perfunctoriness, and after a moment of pondering, awkwardly shifted the topic. "How’s your game character doing, where are you currently?"

At the mention of this, the ’Secret Cultivator’ showed a face of considerable frustration.

"I don’t know what’s going on; ever since the game character left the relic, he followed the guidance of the ’God of Justice’ towards the black mountain where the House of Truth is, and has been ambushed by numerous monsters, dying over a dozen times. Luckily, the ’Destiny Fire Bottles’ are sufficient; otherwise, I would have to start preparing Old Sacrifices."

"So, there are monsters in the desert?"

"But why hasn’t my game character encountered them? Might it be that the aura of ’nothingness’ is too intense, making them feel unwelcome and choose to avoid it?"

Yang Qizhou silently pondered,

The ’Secret Cultivator’ hadn’t finished talking, paused for a moment, and then said with more frustration on his face, "And that mysterious merchant... oh, lamp holder, you must know who I mean... suddenly, the ’Destiny Fire Bottles’, priced at 80 Old Sacrifices per unit, which were selling well, disappear, and I can only buy them at the original price from the ’Destiny Store’, adding to my Old Sacrifice burden."

"Weren’t those 80 Old Sacrifices per ’Destiny Fire Bottle’ mine?"

Yang Qizhou grinned slightly, realizing that during this period, due to selling items from the ’Destiny Store’, he had unwittingly gained another title.

Mysterious Merchant?

It sounds quite nice.

"Yes, I should also be almost done. After exploring the relic, my game character should head to the ’House of Truth’; please be patient."

"Alright."

After the conversation ended, Yang Qizhou turned his attention back to his phone.

The game continues.

...

...

"Soon, you finish reading those rows of text; myriad speculations arise in your mind."

"Wait, could it be that the Dota Clan hid the ’seeds’ in the statue’s right eye, adhering to the idea that ’the most dangerous place is the safest place’?"

"It really seems so; if it weren’t for the ’Destiny’ revelation, one never would have thought of this..."

"Thinking so, you don’t delay any longer and walk to the front of the statue’s right eye, reaching out your hand."

"Meanwhile, your action seems to further provoke the unknown existence behind the Evil Gate, ’boom boom boom’, the former fierce knocking has become terrifying pounding, sand falling, as if the entire relic is trembling violently."

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