Blasphemy Wizard by Deceit World-Chapter 305 - 278: Underground Ruins_2

"You nodded in agreement... Well, now that you mention it, that really does seem to be the case."

"You’re quite blunt, you know."

"I’d love to be more polite, but the thing is, you’re speaking the truth."

"As you exchange questions and answers, your feet never stop moving. You officially leave the white, snow-covered Extreme Cold Permafrost and step into the scorching desert blanketed in yellow sands."

"You’re moving forward,"

"You keep moving forward,"

"Throughout this journey, you’re constantly on guard, wary of risks that could emerge at any moment. To ensure your safety, you even station ’Null’ nearby as a protective measure."

...

Well,

It’s just dying once. It’s not like it has never happened before. Anyway, we have the Destiny Fire Bottle.

Watching the overly cautious behavior of the game character, Yang Qizhou couldn’t help but grumble under his breath. Of course, as much as he complained, he could understand the character’s attitude. Ever since venturing into the ’Realm of Light,’ that near-death experience when sheer terror was concealed behind ’beauty’ made the game character take death far more seriously. If danger could be avoided, he’d try his best to keep it at bay.

The game continues.

...

"To your surprise... the anticipated monster attack never materializes along the journey. Apart from the roaring of the winds carrying yellow sand, the surroundings remain eerily silent."

"Could it be that you’ve managed to cross the desert so easily?"

"Having weathered countless dangers, you no longer trust that there is any truly safe place on the Old Earth. A shred of disbelief rises within you."

"Then, as that thought occurs, you suddenly feel a surge beneath your feet,"

"Trouble brewing..."

"The instinct born from the Iron Blood God’s authority prompts you to immediately leap into the air and snap your fingers. A swarm of minor demons gathers at your side, lifting you like a monarch on a throne, safely above the impending crisis."

"When you cast your gaze downward, you see the boundless yellow sands flowing like river water, gradually forming into a whirlpool, with its center plunging deep into the earth."

"Quicksand—of all things."

"You silently curse your luck and begin searching the surroundings. Soon, your eyes land on the ’Secret Cultivator’ traveling with you. This beautiful lady lacks the ability to fly—nor does she enjoy the Divine Sovereign’s blessing. Although she’s consumed the flesh and blood of Ancient Dominators, gaining Extraordinary Power, she still struggles against the fury of natural disaster. The rushing sands drag her downward, making it impossible for her to resist, pulling her deeper."

"’Dark Crow of Profane Fortune,’ please... save me..."

"A desperate cry echoes from the depths of the yellow sands."

"Initially, you intended to activate the Demon Lord’s authority, summoning a group of minor demons to pull the ’Secret Cultivator’ from the sands. But then, you notice something else. Not only do you stop your rescue attempt, but a smirk appears on your lips. Folding your arms across your chest, you watch the spectacle unfold as if you were at an amusing play."

"You..."

...

"As the game refreshed, Yang Qizhou, who was thoroughly engrossed, suddenly felt a chilling gaze aimed directly at him."

"Scratching his temple reflexively, he asked, ’Why are you staring at me like that?’"

"Lamp Holder, dear sir, I don’t know whether it’s just a delusion, but I can’t help noticing how similar your game character’s personality is to how you behave in real life. Hmm, hmm, hmm..." The ’Secret Cultivator’s’ tone was full of meaning. She thought of how the text had depicted the ’Dark Crow of Profane Fortune’ coldly letting her perish, and the mere memory filled her with anger.

Uh... yeah,

Admittedly, what the game character did wasn’t the most honorable thing. Yang Qizhou scratched the back of his head and skillfully changed the topic, "’Secret Cultivator,’ Miss, I’ve long noticed that my game character and the real-life me as a player share far too many characteristics. Sometimes it feels like we’re carved from the same mirror. Have you ever felt anything similar yourself?"

The ’Secret Cultivator’ didn’t truly intend to hold any grudges—primarily because she wasn’t strong enough to enforce one—and after voicing her dissatisfaction, she let the matter slide.

"Now that you mention it, I really do feel that the behaviors of my game character often match my thoughts in a surprising way."

"Looks like that worked," Yang Qizhou exhaled deeply. But soon after, his face hardened a little with concern. "’Secret Cultivator,’ could it be that the relationship between players and game characters isn’t as simple as it seems? Perhaps it hides some deeply shocking secrets."

The ’Secret Cultivator’ nodded in agreement and said, "I discovered this fact a long time ago, Lamp Holder, what about you..."

Yang Qizhou nodded back, adding, "I did too. I discovered it a long time ago."

"..."

Both fell into a brief silence, and then, almost on cue, they shifted their attention back to their respective phones. As for the incident in the game where betrayal occurred, neither brought it up again.

The game continues.

...

...

"The sands howl as you watch the ’Secret Cultivator’s’ figure gradually disappear. Instead of panicking, you seem to be waiting for something."

"The quicksand swiftly concludes."

"A massive, clearly visible cavern emerges before you."

"You are not surprised, as though this had been part of your plan all along. Using the Demon King’s authority, you command your minor demons to descend into the cavern, landing steadily at the peak of a mound of sand. The vast expanse unfolds before you endlessly."

"Beneath the quicksand lies a hidden realm."

"This turns out to be a relic from an age unknown."

"Suddenly, a hand emerges from the heap of sand underneath you, followed by a head, half a torso, and finally a whole body. She collapses at your feet, coughing intensely—the ’Secret Cultivator,’ who else could it be."

"’Dark Crow of Profane Fortune,’ why...? Why didn’t you save me? I could have been rescued back then."

"Her voice was low but carried a gritting edge of fury, clearly illustrating the great resentment she held."

"Shrugging your shoulders... Not my fault; it was just sand. I thought you could manage on your own. Besides, even if I didn’t intervene, you weren’t going to die. This underground space is large enough for you to climb out of the sand."

"Underground space?"

"Those words made the ’Secret Cultivator’ pause. Her gaze shifted around, and she realized it was indeed true. Sunlight filtering through the small cavern entrance illuminated ancient buildings, unfamiliar Holy Images, and various stone carvings."

"At the same time, the ’Secret Cultivator’ seemed to sense something. Her eyes flickered with disbelief as she muttered under her breath... The ’God of Justice’s’ guidance has disappeared."

"What?"

"Your brows furrowed but quickly relaxed as realization dawned on you—a trace of surprise in your eyes... You’re saying that here, in this ’Underground Ruins,’ you can’t sense the ’God of Justice’s’ divine guidance anymore."

"It was confirmed, and the answer left no room for doubt."

"This relic must be extraordinary."

"A sense of caution arises within you. After all, the ’God of Justice’ isn’t just any ’Angel God.’ His terrifying will could resist corruption and even persist long against the remnants of the ’King of Truth’s’ divine circle. To sever His guidance in this ruin implies the potential presence of forces at the ’Divine Sovereign’ level."

"You solemnly suggest... ’Secret Cultivator,’ Miss, I plan to explore this relic to uncover its mysteries. Will you wait here, or join me in the expedition?"

"Danger and opportunity coexist—you have no intention of letting this chance slip away."

"Clearly, the ’Secret Cultivator’ understands the same logic. Without a shred of hesitation, she responds firmly... ’Dark Crow of Profane Fortune,’ I’ll enter with you."

"You nod silently, refraining from further words."

"After thinking for a while, you retrieve a mystical artifact that’s been untouched for ages—the [Ancient God Fire Lamp]. Its light pierces the dense darkness, revealing just a corner of the ’Relic’s’ hidden scenery."

"At the summit of a spiral and among uniquely chaotic architecture, it contrasts with your prior experiences of Old Earth’s landscapes, offering something wholly distinct."

"The lamp’s limited brightness allows only faint outlines to come into view."

"Then, out of nowhere,"

"A lively voice calls out... Daddy, Daddy, this is a relic from the Middle Late Third Epoch. However, its style deviates significantly from the mainstream established under the dominion of the ’Blasphemous Wizards.’ It might be linked to one of the revered entities who was opposed by the ’Blasphemous Wizards’ at the time."

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