CHAPTER 410: CHAPTER 331: STORM GOD’S SCEPTER

"Your heart sank."

"The ’King of Nature’ suddenly no longer seemed anxious; his demeanor shifted, brimming with confidence, and his words filled you with an ominous foreboding."

"Your heart clenched."

"Be careful."

"Floating, indistinct murmurs reached your ears, anxious and urgent—it was ’Itas.’ Immediately after, the ’Hidden Wizard King’s Notebook’ in your hand emitted mysterious ripples, interfering with the rules of the real world."

"You saw a prism form before you, mirroring your reflection, dividing the world as though slicing it apart. Then, the phantom of a giant tree emerged within the prism behind you. Its branches descended abruptly, piercing through flesh, devouring it in an instant."

"It’s conceivable."

"Had the prism not appeared, you would have been the one consumed by the phantom tree."

"You sincerely expressed your gratitude to ’Itas’..."

"The hidden illusion cannot delay the ’King of Nature’ for too long. Bearing the fate of blasphemous wizards, you must ultimately face him... This once ’Wizard King,’ a fallen secret pillar, issued a grave warning."

"You nodded slightly."

"Yet doubt stirred in your heart—the ’King of Nature’ should still be in ’Asgard,’ blocked by the ’Desolate Mother.’ How had he quietly bypassed countless watchful gazes to arrive here?"

"At that very moment."

"Within the prism, the tree swayed, its branches stirring ancient forces within the realm of nature. Suddenly, the desolate area surrounding the strange town erupted in vitality; grass, towering trees, animals enveloped your vision—as if in a mirror, densely packed cracks began to surface."

"One second, two seconds, three seconds..."

"Zzzap."

"The sharp screech of something tearing pierced the air as the prism shattered instantly. You saw a figure cloaked by the phantom tree stepping out from the ruins of the prism. He was dressed in a white priest robe; his hair was stark white, his face lined with wrinkles—a countenance of malicious intent tinged paradoxically with benevolence."

"As you studied the progressively clearer figure, realization dawned upon you—you understood how the ’King of Nature’ had managed to evade the ’Desolate Mother’ and other watchful pillars."

"Your voice dropped low, and you said..."

"Should I call you the King of Nature, or ’Tree Ancient God’?"

...

No one expected the ’King of Nature’ to employ such a method, and Yang Qizhou felt a jolt of surprise.

That the King of Nature could reign over ’Asgard’ for millennia under the title of ’Tree Ancient God,’ deceiving the Deception Lord, the Abyss Master, and other numerous pillars—this couldn’t simply be a matter of substitution and interference by Itas. Perhaps the work of the ’Mysterious Town’ was in play here.

It involved the Nameless Land.

No matter how illogical, reality could be rewritten.

"Even after deploying so many cards—the assistance of the ’Hidden Wizard King,’ the gathering of pillars like the ’Deception Lord,’ ’Desolate Mother,’ ’Lord of Night,’ and ’Sealing Master’—the game character must still confront the ’King of Nature’ in the end."

"A head-on clash, to see whose will is stronger."

Yang Qizhou steeled himself; from the moment he chose his path, there had been no turning back. There was no choice but to act boldly and recklessly now.

The game continued.

...

"Descending in the guise of ’Tree Ancient God,’ the King of Nature brazenly radiated the oppressive might of the ’Divine Sovereign.’ Ferocious winds surged, vegetation ruptured the soil to sprout and take root, birds and beasts emerged, and moments later, the barren wasteland transformed into a lush oasis before your eyes."

"This was the manifestation of the ’Nature’ authority."

"Anything was possible, as long as you willingly went to your death... disguised as ’Tree Ancient God,’ the King of Nature’s voice bore an air of kindness, yet it brimmed with malicious undertones. His authority, empowered by the ’Old Roots of Profanation,’ made him vividly aware of a crisis more terrifying than death—an unease which could only dissipate with the demise of the guilty party."

"So you wish to shepherd me... why the intense yearning for my death if it isn’t bitter enmity?"

"You habitually muttered sarcasms in your heart, but your actions didn’t falter. Your fingers spread open, and an ebony talisman materialized before your eyes. Nearby, a dark halo emerged, coiling around, emitting trace amounts of silver-white light that began to distort the fixed reality of ’Tree Ancient God.’"

"Indeed."

"This was the ’Residual Ring of the King of Truth.’"

"But what followed caused your heart to sink once again."

"The figure in the white priest robe, cloaked in the phantom tree, remained unaffected—as though the power of the ’Residual Ring of the King of Truth’ was nothing more than an illusory facade. He raised a hand, gripping it slowly. The ring began to creak ominously under the pressure, fracture lines appearing one after another, suggesting imminent collapse."

"Your expression turned grim, and you said... You’re capable of wielding the traits of the ’pillars.’"

"’Tree Ancient God’ smiled faintly... Is that surprising? Do not forget—I was always the ’King of Nature.’"

"On the previous fate line, you’d clashed with the ’Deception Lord’; you knew well—a Divine Sovereign capable of utilizing ’pillar’ traits was fundamentally different from a typical Divine Sovereign, incomparable in every sense."

"At last, you had no choice but to deploy this method."

"The thought of losing yet another ’legendary’ artifact pained you deeply, yet the situation allowed no hesitation. Resolutely, you retrieved the ’Silver Relic’ and ’Eye of Thunder,’ placing them together."

"You watched as the two artifacts began to meld visibly before your eyes."

"Soon, a scepter gradually took shape."