Blasphemy Wizard by Deceit World
Chapter 308 - 280: The Deepest Part of the Relic

Chapter 308: Chapter 280: The Deepest Part of the Relic

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Looking at the contents of the text, Yang Qizhou felt his blood pressure surge.

The secrets recorded on that wall did reveal quite a bit of information about the unutterable entity that was antagonized by the ’Blasphemous Wizards’ in the later stages of the Third Epoch, yet the most crucial part—His esteemed name—was veiled by the Gray-White Fog.

It was akin to a tofu pudding stand not having sugar.

Utter heresy.

"’Lamp Holder,’ the wall in the game seems to have revealed something incredible," a voice suddenly echoed. The ’Hidden Adept’ was gazing at the lamp holder before her with a peculiar look, as his mouth twitched slightly but his composure remained intact.

This time, there were no divine powers, no gruesome wars of the gods; with their game characters situated together, the text refreshed on the ’Hidden Adept’s’ side was nearly identical to Yang Qizhou’s. She had similarly received the revelation of fate and naturally knew of the information etched on the wall.

The ’Hidden Adept’s’ words this time weren’t mere chit-chat—they were a probe...

She could discern that the ’Lamp Holder’ before her must have some level of understanding regarding the secrets documented on the ruins’ wall. Perhaps it even involved Third Epoch forbidden entities, knowledge that might aid her game character in their upcoming journey.

Yang Qizhou could instantly perceive the ’Hidden Adept’s’ thoughts. However, he felt no need, nor obligation, to disclose anything, so he casually replied, "Madam, that’s obvious. Unfortunately, I don’t know much more than you. I’m equally puzzled about the true nature of the Third Epoch’s forbidden entities."

The ’Hidden Adept’s’ eyes flickered for a moment and said, "I see, Lamp Holder. I thought you might know more; that’s truly unfortunate."

"Indeed, quite unfortunate..."

Yang Qizhou remained unmoved, shrugging his shoulders, and diverted his attention back to his phone.

Scrolling up,

More details began to reveal themselves in the text.

"This ruin was once the city-state where the Dota Clan resided during the Third Epoch."

"To them, the ’Lord of Blasphemy’s’ power was not noble; rather, it was a demonic force that stole the ’Throne of the Divine’ and enslaved mortals through the might of destiny... But how curious... whose ’Throne’ did He seize? And which exalted being, so revered that even the oldest Pillar Old God would bow before Him, had their position usurped by the ’Lord of Blasphemy’?"

"And then, there’s the final prophecy..."

"When the end of the cosmos arrives, the stars will shine, and the ’Lord of Blasphemy’ will thus perish... Could this be referring to the Third Epoch’s final Day of Fallen, that divine war? But if the end of the cosmos truly comes, shouldn’t everything crumble into total obliteration? How could the Fourth Epoch possibly begin afterward... Could it be that the ’Day of the Shining Stars at the Cosmos’ End’ from the prophecy has yet to arrive?"

Various thoughts floated through his mind, yet for reasons unknown, Yang Qizhou felt a deep chill rising within—an inexplicable premonition that an unspeakably catastrophic force capable of consuming the entire universe was approaching the real world.

Honestly, stars shining at the cosmos’ destruction? The universe isn’t that easy to destroy—really overthinking things here.

Yang Qizhou shook off the distracting thoughts from his mind and flashed a smile to the person in front of him, saying, "’Hidden Adept,’ Miss, let’s move on. The exploration of the ruins has only just begun; perhaps we’ll find plenty of treasures ahead."

The ’Hidden Adept’ nodded and said, "What a coincidence—I was thinking the same thing."

The game continued.

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"So the esteemed name of the so-called ’Heavenly Descent’ has been veiled by the Gray-White Fog?"

"You refuse to give up and walk close to the wall for a better view, only to find that the segment recording His name remains unobservable, as though some invisible force is preventing your cognition."

"Suddenly, you come to understand,"

"The Gray-White Fog doesn’t actually exist; it’s merely a symbolic manifestation in the real world. The true reason why the name of this unutterable entity, hated by the ’Blasphemous Wizards,’ cannot be observed is that the disparity in their existential layers is simply too vast—like how beings in a two-dimensional world can never perceive the three-dimensional."

"This realization leaves you slightly crestfallen..."

"Aside from carvings and inscribed text, the wall holds no other miraculous objects. You don’t linger here for long; instead, utilizing the faint light of the [Ancient God Fire Lamp], you continue deeper into the ruins."

"You walk onward."

"You keep walking onward."

"As you venture deeper, you notice that the closer you get to the center of the ruins, the fewer wind-eroded sacrifices remain in their worshiping poses. Yet their forms grow increasingly horrifying: thirteen pairs of eyes, tentacles dripping with slime, twisted flesh—it’s clear these were once human. However, through their worship of the unknown entity, their bodies and souls experienced a horrific distortion, transforming them into grotesque monsters."

"After about sixty or seventy breaths, you suddenly feel moisture beneath your feet. Lowering the [Ancient God Fire Lamp], under its faint light, you discover you’re standing amidst a stretch of tidal water."

"Near the tidewater, the remnants of wind-eroded Dota Clan figures holding sacrificial poses are nowhere to be seen."

"An icy wind, starkly contrasting the surrounding desert, blows forth from the depths of the water."

"Although the peculiar atmosphere unnerves you, you remain vigilant without intending to stop. You plan to move forward into the shadowed depths of the water, but then, an arm extends in front of you, blocking your path."