CHAPTER 314: CHAPTER 283: THE TERROR OF THE NAMELESS LAND

"The shadows bore down like a mountain, with only faint rays of sunlight piercing through the gaps, casting dim outlines on your faces. The earth trembled violently, as if the grotesque, tumorous Purple Flower Sea was poised to devour everything."

"’Dark Crow of Profane Fortune,’ my lord, what do we do next?"

"A voice, laced with urgency, cut through the air. It was the ’Secret Cultivator’ speaking—she had long received the ’God of Justice’s’ revelation and knew all too well the magnitude of this catastrophe. Her voice quivered involuntarily."

"What else can we do? A hell of a salad, that’s what."

"Run..."

"The low reply came as you snapped your fingers with lightning speed and invoked the authority of the ’Demon Lord.’"

"In the Void, countless cracks appeared, and demonic creatures poured out one after another. They formed a surging tide of blackness, pulling you and the ’Secret Cultivator’ along at a frantic pace toward the projection of the ’House of Truth.’"

"But alas..."

"The speed at which the flower sea spread was horrifying, far surpassing the flight capabilities of the demons. In a matter of mere breaths, the suffocating pressure of its presence loomed closer, leaving a gap of less than ten meters between you."

"And that was only the beginning; misfortunes rarely come alone."

"The demons, with their trivial ranks barely comparable to ordinary ’extraordinary beings,’ could not maintain their composure in the face of the Purple Flower Sea that oozed forth from the Nameless Land as if contaminating the world. They froze, stiffened, and teetered in the air, their speed plummeting to less than a sixth of what it was just moments ago..."

"This only made your dire predicament worse."

"Within two or three breaths, the overwhelming Purple Flower Sea, which blotted out the sky and loomed like a great mountain, drew to within an arm’s length. You could practically reach out and touch it."

"Deeper than any Abyss, darker than any Sins, the indescribable aura of terror and evil mixed with pollen drifted toward you. The demons fell like rain, one after another, succumbing to the horrifying pollution. They twisted and mutated—ten legs, eight eyes, their spiraling forms defying description—and visibly withered and died at an alarming rate."

"In an instant, the outermost circle of ’small demons’ was completely annihilated."

"The intangible yet terrifying evil-laden pollen was about to rain down upon you."

"It seemed there was no escaping this calamity. With a sigh, ’Secret Cultivator’ resigned herself to wasting yet another Destiny Fire Bottle. Closing her eyes, void of all hope, she prepared to embrace the fate of being consumed by the ’black hole.’"

"Of course..."

"Had she known that, against the power spilling forth from the ’Nameless Land,’ the supposed ’blessing of destiny’ was perhaps not as steadfast as she believed, she wouldn’t have seemed so calm."

"On the contrary."

"As you stared at the looming Purple Flower Sea, as vast and crushing as a mountain right before your eyes, every fiber of your being tensed. You knew all too well the horrifying, strange, and incomprehensible power it possessed."

"You chose not to gamble, not to test whether the ’blessing of destiny’ could hold up against the Nameless Land. You were already prepared to use the ’Dark Crow of Profane Fortune’ to restart the Destiny Line."

"The price of losing the gamble would likely result in your absolute annihilation."

"The cawing of a crow began echoing within your mind."

"But at that very moment, the unexpected happened..."

"A Pure White Sun suddenly materialized in the Void before you. Its projection had traveled from an unfathomable, distant place. In an instant, it enveloped you both. A faint, pained grunt was heard, and the next moment, the two of you vanished from where you stood."

"The surging Purple Flower Sea swallowed the spot you had just occupied in an instant."

"You..."

...

...

"The ’God of Justice’ actually intervened to save me and the Secret Cultivator’s game character? Judging by the text’s description, there must have been a price to pay."

Seeing the freshly updated contents on his phone, the tension in Yang Qizhou’s nerves finally eased a little.

Moments ago, he had almost been forced to use the power of the ’Dark Crow of Profane Fortune’ himself.

"L-lamp holder, my lord, the game character is safe now, correct?" A trembling voice sounded beside him. The Secret Cultivator appeared even more disheveled, her heart pounding uncontrollably at the thought of the perilous moment they had just been through in the story.

Yang Qizhou’s expression appeared slightly grave as he replied, "It seems so, but it’s only temporary... You know, if this catastrophe spreads, it might engulf the Old Earth and even the entire universe. If it comes to that, do you think we can escape unscathed?"

The hint of relief the Secret Cultivator had just felt disappeared instantly. Her face grew a shade paler, and faint panic and despair gleamed in her eyes.

"Is there no way out?"

"There is..."

Yang Qizhou’s serious demeanor faded, replaced by a faint, enigmatic smile. "Don’t worry so much. Relax; everything is still under control."

The lamp holder seemed so assured, didn’t he?

It made sense—if the universe truly faced destruction, he too, living on the Blue Star, wouldn’t be spared. He’d perish alongside everyone else. Since the lamp holder was so composed, he must have a way to avert the disaster.

As these thoughts took shape in her mind, the Secret Cultivator’s anxiety subsided a great deal.

And yet, a flicker of curiosity lingered.

What kind of trump card could allow this ’lamp holder’ to face such overwhelming peril with such calm indifference?

It must be something terrifying, surely.

Soon, the two of them turned their attention back to the phone screen...