CHAPTER 323: CHAPTER 287: DESTINY RESTART_2

"You seem to have lost your sanity as you bellowed angrily... Why, ’God of Justice,’ why would you do this to me? There has never been any enmity between us. I even helped you fend off the Evil God of the ’Land of Prayer Light.’ Forget about gratitude—why would you still harm me?"

"The ’God of Justice’ smiled... You really are foolish, aren’t you? Haven’t I already told you?"

"Two reasons..."

"First... You are the ’Blasphemer Wizard.’ Of course, that’s not such a big deal, given that the era of Blasphemer Wizards is already over. However, the power of ’Fate’ still resides within you. That is... Let’s just say, it’s not just me—whether it’s the Old Gods, the Ancient Dominators, or the Ancient Gods—they would all do the same."

"Second... I wanted to use you to test how ’correct’ the state of the ’Signpost’ is."

"You analyze calmly in your heart."

"As expected, the ’God of Justice’ has already seen through your identity as the ’Blasphemer Wizard’ and even detected the power of Fate within you? But how did he discover it? Could it be ’Fate Reappearance’? And... the correct state in the ’Signpost,’ does it refer to ’Him’?"

"You cast a fleeting glance at the phantom figure on the table. He is cloaked in a white trench coat, his features obscured, holding a pendant chain in his hand."

"You continued performing, venting your fury recklessly, wielding ’Heart Dream Source,’ ’Lost Night,’ the emptiness of the ’Doomsday Lord’s Ring,’ and more. Yet, due to the existence of the ’Imaginary Space,’ none of these forces caused any harm to the ’God of Justice.’"

"You said with deep hatred... Despicable god, are you satisfied now? You’ve deciphered the ’correct’ state of the Signpost—are you pleased? But I can’t understand why you care so much about ’correctness.’"

"Illusory pure white feathers flutter down one by one, and at the deepest point of the contracting Illusory Pure White Sun, flesh begins to grow upon the ’Emblem of Justice,’ transforming gradually into a shadow. That same hypocritical voice resounds again... You must have seen the paintings on the first floor, right? Don’t you find them eerie? A ’Blasphemer Wizard’ worshiping divinity... Hmm, hmm, and the arrival of the ’Day of Fall’... our birth... and countless other things are all deeply intertwined with ’correctness.’"

"The arrival of the ’Day of Fall,’ no, it should be said, the fall of the ’Lord of Blasphemy,’ is actually deeply related to ’correctness’?"

"From the ’God of Justice’s remarks, it seems that He might have orchestrated it."

"But there’s no reason for it. The ’Correct Wizard King’ is the Vice Monarch of the ’Land of Truth,’ second only to the ’Lord of Blasphemy.’ With such a lofty status... Could it be that He is dissatisfied with His current position and intends to replace the ’Lord of Blasphemy’? But what method did He use to overthrow a presence so eclipsing that even surpassing the scope of the ’Pillar,’ multiple Old Gods were compelled to leave the real world—oppressing an era, His brilliance radiating to the edge of the cosmos—and driving the ’Lord of Blasphemy’ into mad demise?"

"Your heart was fogged with confusion, feeling that the ’Day of Fall’ concealed endless mysteries."

"Meanwhile, most of the stars in the grand chamber had already perished, forming a massive Black Hole Vortex, which would engulf you completely in at most a minute."

"Suddenly, all traces of sorrow, regret, fury, and killing intent faded from your face, replaced by a subtle smirk... So, what is the state of ’correctness’ now? Judging by the shadow’s lack of response for such a long time, it shouldn’t be very good, right?"

"The contracting Illusory Pure White Sun faltered unnaturally. The ’God of Justice’ appeared puzzled by your ability to still smile, but understanding the terrifying power of the ’Imaginary Space,’ He didn’t believe you had any chance to overturn the situation. He instinctively assumed it was the desperation manifesting through your supposed breakdown."

"Soft, amiable, and kind—the hypocritical voice blends these tones into one and resounds once more... If the shadow acted, or came to life, that’s exactly what I desire... But alas, the Signpost is fine. The state of ’correctness’ is so perfect that it frightens me. That’s why I am risking everything, struggling to open the door to the ’Land of Truth,’ to pursue the remnants of power left by that Great Existence who dominated the ’Ancient Land’ and the ’Blasphemer Wizards,’ seeking a power to protect myself."

"After a pause, the ’God of Justice’ continued... Any other questions? Say them all at once; treat them as parting words."

"Well, that’s wonderful."

"You muttered to yourself, ’Brilliant,’ and abandoned all pretense, asking directly... What exactly is the role of the ’Signpost’?"

"The ’God of Justice’ answered... You could see the ’Signpost’ as a predetermined result. No matter how many twists or turns occur along the way, the result it marks will never change. Just like now, this ’Signpost’ indicates the result that... the ’Blasphemer Wizard’ will eternally be trapped within the ’Imaginary Space,’ unable to escape the House of Truth."

"Good, excellent, keep it up."

"You couldn’t help but maintain a faint smile as you pressed on... When the ’Land of Truth’ is opened, what kind of disaster will ensue? Why did the Evil God of the ’Land of Prayer Light’ put aside their differences and join forces to stop you?"

"To open the ’Land of Truth’... Wait, you’re about to fall into a fate worse than death, and you don’t feel fear? Still have the mind to ask so many questions?"

"The ’God of Justice’ instinctively started to reply but soon realized something wasn’t quite right. His voice, which had been composed, suddenly became wary."

"At the same time,"

"The Black Hole Vortex formed by the extinguished stars already reached your heels, ready to swallow you."

...

"Lamp Holder, look quickly..."

Yang Qizhou was focusing on the text, savoring the brilliance of the ’Game Character’s performance, when the slightly panicked voice of the ’Secret Cultivator’ reached him.

What’s happening?

Yang Qizhou looked up, noticing that an oppressive darkness had silently engulfed their surroundings, advancing toward them. Within just a few breaths, it would swallow them entirely. His gaze sharpened as he murmured:

"The ’Game Character’s experience... is manifesting in the real world? Is it a coincidence... or the special nature of the ’Imaginary Space’... or perhaps the ’Ancient Land’ has drawn closer to the real world."

"Lamp Holder, does this, this, this fall under your calculations?" The Secret Cultivator’s voice trembled, her complexion ashen, despair faintly flickering in her eyes.

Fingers rapidly tapped the screen in secret, refreshing the text...

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"Facing the looming engulfment of darkness, you did not panic. Instead, the corners of your lips curled into a faint smile as you looked toward the Illusory Pure White Sun before you... ’God of Justice,’ oh no, you should be addressed as ’King of Virtue.’ You know I possess the power of Fate, but unfortunately, you don’t understand the essence of this power..."

"The ’God of Justice’ hesitated momentarily, seemingly surprised by your use of ’King of Virtue,’ but did not deny it. Anxiety surged within Him as He urgently asked... Isn’t it the ’Fate Reappearance’ you used that revealed your possession of Fate? What else is there? What do you mean by that?"

"Ah, I see."

"It must have been ’Fate Reappearance’ that exposed my possession of Fate."

"You smirked slightly, raised a hand, and snapped your fingers as you spoke with layered meaning... ’King of Virtue,’ let’s meet on another ’fate line.’"

"The cry of a crow echoed in your mind as the scene before your eyes warped, dissolved, and shattered..."

...

Ah, what a pity. No time to freeload off the ’Destiny Store,’ mourning the loss of a fortune.

Watching the encroaching Black Vortex, Yang Qizhou shook his head and sighed. The scenery before him warped, dissolved, and shattered...

"I’ve already said, everything is under control." Observing the bewildered expression of the ’Secret Cultivator’ amidst the fracturing view, Yang Qizhou shrugged and closed his eyes.

’Fate’ is about to restart.