Blasphemy Wizard by Deceit World
Chapter 310 - 281: The ’Seed’ in the Right Eye

Chapter 310: Chapter 281: The ’Seed’ in the Right Eye

Reality.

Yang Qizhou stared at the text on his screen, his thoughts deepening.

A lofty and desolate throne exuding a sacred presence hovered above, accompanied by an eerie, imposing door. Aside from a single statue, everything resembled the mural seen on the wall by the game character moments ago—it was identical.

It seems this is the ancient altar where the mysterious entity, sacrilegiously opposed by the ’Dota Clan’ and the blasphemous wizards, was once worshipped.

"The unfolding storyline might soon reveal the true nature of this enigmatic being, and perhaps the reason behind the ’Dota Clan’s’ destruction... but of course, such revelations carry immense peril... Considering this relates to one of the Four Indescribable Lands, which even the ’Old King’ alone could comprehend... Hmm, then surely the cautious game character would have prepared accordingly."

Elsewhere.

Reading the text, the game character had successfully left the ’Underground Ruins’ and put considerable distance between himself and the quicksand caverns, retreating to what he believed was a safer location. Seeing this, the ’Wizard’ finally exhaled a long breath of relief, his gaze instinctively sweeping across the ’lamp holder’ before him.

His attention was laser-focused... he was deep in thought... Hmm, had the game character made a discovery? Did the kind of power capable of shaking fate truly exist, or was he lying?

The Wizard was tempted to lean in and peek at the text displayed on the lamp holder’s phone, curious about what was indicated. However, upon noting the lamp holder’s heavy expression and the oppressive aura unconsciously radiating from his entire being, the Wizard felt a sense of fear creep into his heart and ultimately refrained from acting.

The game continued.

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"The scenery within these walls is near identical to that depicted on the murals outside... Hmm, except for the addition of one face, long decayed and unrecognizable, a crumbling statue."

"It seems this is indeed the altar’s location."

"Imagining the potentially horrifying force here—a force so nauseatingly real that even ’Nothingness’ itself would recoil—you instinctively muted your breathing. Rather than rushing ahead impulsively, you cautiously began probing the surroundings."

"The area was barren, empty. Apart from the murmur of murky water flows, there was nothing particularly noteworthy to discover."

"It seems you have no choice but to venture closer."

"Deep in contemplation, you lifted your gaze to the towering throne and the statue seated upon it. After hesitating for a long while, you finally stepped forward—half a pace."

"Thump, thump, thump..."

"And then it came—the knocking sound. First light, then heavy, then light again, rhythmically resonating like someone knocking on a house door with deliberate care."

"Wait... knocking?!"

"In this vicinity, there appears to be only one door—the ominous gate atop the ’Throne,’ the same gate associated with the entity the ’Dota Clan’ revered in their sacrilege."

"The rhythmic echoes compelled you to instinctively lift your head toward the gate. Yet at that moment, an inexplicable, bone-chilling dread surged up from the depths of your soul, as though an invisible, cold claw scraped across every inch of your skin."

"You mustn’t look..."

"Looking would invite death—even the strength of ’Destiny’s Blessing’ might falter."

"Suddenly, the eerie cawing of a crow—the ’Dark Crow of Profane Fortune’—resounded within your mind, a phenomenon that only occurs the very instant before Destiny Line is reset. Simultaneously, warm energy surged from your chest, quickly spreading through your limbs, filling your entire being."

"The confusion, terror, and impulsive yearning awakened by the knocking all dissipated at once."

"Could the ’Dark Crow of Profane Fortune’ have truly intervened?"

"Was this intervention connected to the entity enshrined and opposed by the ’Dota Clan,’ the one who had once been a nemesis of the ’Lord of Blasphemy’?"

"You gasped heavily for air, your mind flooded with uncertainty. Nonetheless, this seemed to be a fortunate turn of events..."

"Just as your nerves settled slightly, a mysterious revelation from fate materialized within your thoughts—a vague picture, though its outline could still be discerned..."

"It seemed to depict the massive statue atop the throne... Wait... What’s that flickering light shining intermittently? It’s positioned within the statue’s right eye... Could something possibly be hiding there?"

"Understanding dawned upon your mind, only to quickly be engulfed by hesitation."

"Above the throne, behind the shattered yet bizarrely sinister door, lurks an unimaginable danger—undoubtedly tied to the unknown force despised by the ’Lord of Blasphemy’ and opposed by the blasphemous wizards. To ascend the statue, searching for what may lie within its right eye, would risk provoking this unspeakable terror."

"That object—could it truly be worth risking everything?"

"Resolutely, you bit your lip..."

"Anything touching upon the ’Lord of Blasphemy’ and His adversaries, no matter how insignificant, holds immeasurable value to you at this point. It’s an opportunity worth seizing, even in peril. In the worst-case scenario, the power of the ’Dark Crow of Profane Fortune’ could enable a Destiny Line reset—returning you to the moment where the ’God of Justice’ engages the Evil Gods of the ’Land of Prayer Light’ in their divine war."

"Having resolved your internal conflict, you set your unwavering gaze upon the statue’s right eye before advancing with determined steps toward it."

"Meanwhile..."

"Bang, bang, bang... Thump, thump-thump-thump-thump... Bang-bang-bang-bang-bang-bang... Thump-thump-thump-thump-thump."

"The knocking intensified, growing frantic, as if the anomalous presence behind the bizarre gate—the sinister horror that even ’Nothingness’ abhors—was consumed with rage at your disregard of its existence, and your choice instead to approach the statue’s right eye."