CHAPTER 387: CHAPTER 319: ACCOMMODATE AGAIN_2

"It’s Itas, the ’Hidden Wizard King’ is still secretly watching over me and providing assistance on the ’Hidden’ level. At the Extreme Cold Lake, the ’King of Nature’ couldn’t descend immediately, likely due to this layer of influence."

"You appear thoughtful,"

"You take out the [Hidden Wizard King’s Notebook], an odd smile involuntarily tugging at your lips as you mutter almost inaudibly... He indeed foresaw that I might be able to alter the fate lines, but probably still doesn’t know the exact method."

"Soon enough, you think of the Sky Blue Spear, which has been secured into the [Ancient Roots], and your heart instantly tightens. You warily scan your surroundings."

"A second passes,"

"Five seconds pass."

"Half a minute passes."

"The thick gray-white fog shows no movement; the ’North Realm Abyss’ remains as it always has."

"It seems the ’Sky Blue Spear,’ now sealed within the ’Old Roots of Profanation,’ can indeed shield against the ’King of Nature’s’ perception. This gamble has paid off... The thought flashes through your mind, and the smile at the corners of your mouth deepens."

"An explorer from the Otherworld, depending once again on your despicable hacks to achieve your schemes, finds yourself at another crossroad of fate."

"So, will you choose to visit the Extreme Cold Lake once more,"

"or will you feel content and immediately use the Teleportation Scroll to return to ’Asgard,’ awaiting the completion of the ’Deception Lord Divine Descent Ceremony’?"

"Make your choice."

...

Does this even require consideration? Of course, ’Option Two.’

Yang Qizhou quickly carries out the corresponding operation.

At that moment, a vast surge of information floods his mind. Yang Qizhou only feels a buzzing in his head, darkness before his eyes, and nearly faints, taking several deep breaths to calm himself down.

"The information about the ’Old Roots of Profanation’... I didn’t expect it would come at this time."

Yang Qizhou quickly absorbs the influx of information, his expression constantly shifting between wild joy and deep frustration...

It’s no wonder he reacts this way. As something that once housed the essence of the ’Lord of Blasphemy,’ the Old Roots of Profanation undoubtedly shepherded high-tier gods—and indeed, this is true. In addition to the former Pillar Level ’King of Nature,’ there are also the ’Mad Creator,’ the ’Sin Burning Angel,’ the ’Parasitic Heart,’ the ’Spiritual Dragon,’ the ’Power of Royal Authority,’ and the ’God of Death,’ all of whom once held the ’Old King’ status.

Among them, the ’Mad Creator’ was already encountered in the Land of Prayer Light by your game character. It is one of the Ancient Gods that gained self-awareness on the ’Day of Fallen,’ though its status has diminished, authority lost, and symbols vanished, allowing it to manifest only the power of an ’Angel’ level being.

The ’Parasitic Heart’ is missing,

the ’God of Death’ once followed the Three Ancient God Kings in creating the Radiant Kingdom but perished in a struggle with the ’Master of the River of Death.’

The ’Sin Burning Angel’ fell for an unknown reason, its ’authority’ seized by the Abyss Master, who nurtured the Sin King God, a being with the ’Old King’ tier.

Currently, the only deities left within the ’Ancient Roots’ are the ’Spiritual Dragon’ and the ’Power of Royal Authority,’ both of whom remain in slumber, having failed to gain full self-awareness on the ’Day of Fallen.’ They still retain their complete ’Old King’ tiers.

When Yang Qizhou reaches this part of the information, he thinks he might ascend to the ’Old King’ tier in a single leap,

but the subsequent information shatters his lofty dreams.

Because he lacks the necessary promotion ceremony and the shepherded beings have not ascended to the ’Old King’ tier, as a Blasphemous Wizard, Yang Qizhou does not meet the corresponding level requirements. He cannot yet completely dominate the ’Spiritual Dragon’ and the ’Power of Royal Authority’ but can only make limited use of their powers.

"Even a superficial utilization of the symbols of ’spirituality’ and ’royal authority’ from these two Old Kings is better than nothing." Yang Qizhou remains unruffled, quickly adjusting his mindset and focusing his attention back on his phone.

Before long, he completes the corresponding actions,

and the text continues to refresh.

...

"You quickly absorb all the information regarding the ’Old Roots of Profanation.’"

"The ’Sky Blue Spear’ is already in hand and sealed within the ’Ancient Roots,’ eliminating the threat of being targeted by the ’King of Nature.’ Naturally, you have no interest in returning to the Extreme Cold Lake. Without hesitation, you take out a Teleportation Scroll, ready to return to ’Asgard.’"

"At that moment, an unnameable gust of wind suddenly sweeps through, slightly dispersing the gray-white fog that has long shrouded the North Realm Abyss. A massive, emerald-green spear piercing the heavens and earth comes into view—it is none other than the ’Sky Blue Spear’ you have already taken."

"At this moment, you have already activated the Teleportation Scroll. As the magic surges, rune symbols representing ’space-time’ begin to manifest one after another."

"The power of the ’Dark Crow of Profane Fortune’—is it truly capable of replicating even Pillar Level ancient objects?"

"Though you’ve restarted the fate lines more than once and leveraged this technique to gain numerous unearned benefits, you can’t help but feel a tremendous shock as you witness this scene."

"Before long, a minute passes,"

"With the appearance of a stream of violet light, you are engulfed within and vanish in an instant."

...

While Yang Qizhou is refreshing the text, a clatter suddenly comes from downstairs. Amidst the noise, faint sounds of someone crying out in pain can be heard.

The ’Dead Mister’ is being taught a lesson. From the sound of it, it seems fairly miserable.

Yang Qizhou feels stirred and plans to investigate, already imagining the sight of the scholarly ’Dead Mister,’ always wearing rimmed glasses, attempting to flee by the window, only to be beaten into a pulp by ’Wu.’

However, surprisingly...

The ’Dead Mister’ is not by the window or at any other exit but near the stairs, right below the room where Yang Qizhou resides on the second floor.

One thing Yang Qizhou did guess correctly, though: the ’Dead Mister’ indeed looks battered and bruised,

suffering no small injuries.

"You plan to escape from the upper floors? From right in front of me? Do you think evading my gaze is easier than escaping the sight of this battle doll?" Yang Qizhou’s voice is filled with incredulity, wondering if this man has gone mad.

The ’Dead Mister’ instinctively adjusts his spectacles, his aggrieved expression suggesting he might break into sobs at any moment. "Escape? ’Lamp Holder,’ sir, I was just trying to tell you upstairs that the ’Deceiving Apostle’s’ Ascension Ceremony has already begun. Right now, the entirety of ’Asgard’ has turned into a sacrificial altar, but, but..."

At this point, the Dead Mister trembles and points at ’Wu,’ his voice filled with indignation. "She wouldn’t let me find you—and she even... hit me."

Hearing this, Yang Qizhou smacks his forehead,

realizing he’d only instructed ’Wu’ to prevent the Dead Mister from leaving the room but forgot to clarify that if the Dead Mister sought him out, she shouldn’t stop him.

What a splendid misunderstanding,

"Wu, let him come up," Yang Qizhou commands, glancing at the pitiable state of the ’Dead Mister,’ utterly (sym)pathetic (hetic).

Soon, the three—plus one non-human—gather in the second-floor lounge. ’Wu’ remains her cold, detached self, standing behind the ’Dead Mister,’ indifferent to how much of a psychological shadow she might be casting on him.

Skipping pleasantries, Yang Qizhou cuts straight to the point: "What’s the current situation in ’Asgard’?"

"I don’t know the specifics. You know how my game character is like an ant in the God’s Fortress made up of the Nine Ancient God Kingdoms, so it’s difficult to access higher-level intel. All I know is that ’Asgard’ is currently shrouded in an eerie atmosphere, with unsettling events already underway. Many residents have started to mutate, yet the nine ancient gods have yet to make any overt moves." The Dead Mister adjusts his hair, putting on an air of scholarly elegance. If not for his bruised face, he could almost pull it off.

"Head injuries heal; style is eternal." A wave of admiration fills Yang Qizhou. "Alright, you stay here, keep refreshing the plot, and immediately inform me of any new developments."

With that, Yang Qizhou picks up his phone and continues refreshing his game.

...

"As you open your eyes again, you’ve arrived near ’Asgard.’"

"The scene before you stuns you... The sky is filled with oppressive black clouds, while the grand, majestic ’Asgard’ seems like a shimmering illusion. Mysterious symbols materialize one after another, and even from this distance, you can feel an overwhelmingly dreadful presence."