"She saw the ’God of Justice’ about to leave and remembered that if it weren’t for the intervention of this divine being, she might have faced a calamity so dire that even Destiny’s Blessing couldn’t have saved her. From the depths of her heart, she offered her sincere gratitude."
"Though you harbored deep distrust of the ’God of Justice,’ you decided to feign gratitude as well, not wanting to arouse suspicion."
"Soon, the phantom-like Pure White Sun projected from the Extreme East Land faded away before your eyes, and the air resonated with four lingering words."
"No need for courtesy..."
"After a brief silence, the ’Secret Cultivator’ began surveying the surrounding landscape."
"Grey-black mist stretched from the earth to the skies, creating a colossal curtain dividing two worlds. From the other side, faint wails echoed ominously. This was the easternmost edge of the ’Land of Prayer Light,’ the site closest to the legendary Lost Heaven where the ’Lord of Blasphemy’ once resided."
"Ahead stood a black mountain, atop which lay the House of Truth, along with the ’Taboo Treasure.’
"’Dark Crow of Profane Fortune, let us ascend the mountain quickly...’ An excited voice broke through, revealing the ’Secret Cultivator’s’ impatience, as the proximity of a divine Opportunity stirred a palpable urgency."
"But you resolutely refused, ’Wait a moment, I have something to take care of first.’
"Without waiting for further inquiry, you activated the effect of ’Destiny Replay.’"
"At the base of the pitch-black mountain, a glowing ring appeared, streams of silver light spilling forth, isolating the space from the external Real World."
"Indeed, it was none other than the ’Residual Ring of the King of Truth.’ Deploying this Super Legendary ancient object wasn’t merely to prevent interference from the ’Secret Cultivator.’ There were plenty of ways to achieve that. More importantly, this was a precaution against the ’God of Justice,’ wary that they might still be lurking unseen, possibly watching."
"You took a deep breath and ignored the ’Secret Cultivator,’ who stood outside biting her lip with a look of veiled frustration. Instead, you raised your tightly clenched right hand, slowly spreading out your fingers to reveal a quail-egg-sized object within."
"It was the very item that had incited fury from the ’Nameless Land,’ known to the ’Dota Clan’ as the Seed."
"Item Name: Pure Void Attribute."
"Category: Consumable."
"Description: Originating from the Mysterious Town within the ’Four Indescribable Lands,’ tied to the unforeseen catastrophe at the end of the ’First Epoch’ that caught all Old Gods and Ancient Dominators unprepared. It harbors secrets about the cosmos’s Origin and possesses ’Uniqueness,’ making it impossible to replicate by any known methods."
"Effect 1: Can merge with any mystical or ancient object, producing unpredictable transformations."
"Effect 2: Can merge with oneself, producing unpredictable transformations."
"Note: Maintaining purity is essential for maximizing its potential."
"A material after all?"
"Reading the awakening description of the ’Pure Void Attribute,’ Yang Qizhou felt surprised but not disappointed. Instead, his anticipation for its effects grew."
"He pondered deeper..."
"Only one chance... Should it be used with a mystical or ancient object, or on himself as a Game Character? The introduction doesn’t specify what results a fusion would yield. Absolutely infuriating... Wait, the fact that ’Pure Void Attribute’ possesses ’Uniqueness’—does this mean it’s akin to the ’Ancient Roots’ and also immune to replication through ’Restarting Destiny Line’?"
"Yang Qizhou was profoundly shaken."
"The ’Ancient Roots’—its origins enigmatic and unknown—boasted the ability to corral deities. Even ’Pillar Level’ divinities couldn’t escape once bound."
"Likewise, the [Pure Void Attribute], with its ’Uniqueness,’ rivaled the ’Ancient Roots’ in worth."
"This alone underscored the immense value of the ’Pure Void Attribute.’
"After much hesitation, Yang Qizhou ultimately decided to defer using the [Pure Void Attribute], guided by the last line of its description... Maintaining purity is essential for maximizing its potential."
"The game continued."
"Maintain purity to maximize its highest use?"
"As you mulled over this line, you suppressed any impulse to employ [Pure Void Attribute]."
"The reasoning was simple: the ’Nameless Land,’ a place so forbidding that even a ’Blasphemous Wizard,’ who once dominated the ancient landscapes during the Middle Late Third Epoch, regarded it with animosity and helplessness. Only upon ascending to the level of the ’Old King’ could one discern the unspeakable truths of its existence. According to the ’God of Justice,’ the mysterious entity scorned the Real World and draped itself in caution, never fully descending. Yet, to reclaim this item, it had tethered itself to the Nameless Land—a situation unprecedented in the sprawling history of the ’Old Land.’
"This alone attested to the extraordinary worth of [Pure Void Attribute]."
"You feared careless usage might squander its ultimate effect."
"You carefully stowed away the [Pure Void Attribute], snapped your fingers, and deactivated the effect of ’Destiny Replay.’ The isolating ring under the influence of ’True Power’ dissipated, and the ’Secret Cultivator’ hurried over to your side, slightly out of breath."
"You prepared for her barrage of curiosity-driven questions."
"However, to your surprise..."
"Though the ’Secret Cultivator’ bit her lip tightly, her eyes brimming with evident curiosity and dissatisfaction, she refrained from questioning directly. Instead, she kept her voice low and asked, ’Dark Crow of Profane Fortune, can we proceed now?’
"She understood that questioning you would be futile, only straining the already tenuous relationship between the two of you."
"For a moment, you were slightly taken aback. You cast a meaningful glance her way before nodding faintly, ’Alright, let’s go.’
"The journey continued."
"The mountain was pitch-black like coal but surprisingly not steep. As you ascended, you occasionally caught whiffs of an inexplicable lingering fragrance."
"At first, you were concerned, wary of eerie side effects or potential misfortunes from this scent. However, later, the ’God of Justice’ offered reassurance to the ’Secret Cultivator,’ explaining that this lingering fragrance posed no danger, allowing you both to relax."
"’Dark Crow of Profane Fortune, the ’God of Justice’ must be one of the rare benevolent, lawful-aligned deities. Even though it’s a transaction, their assistance has been truly invaluable.’
"The ’Secret Cultivator’s’ voice broke the silence. Thinking of the divine guidance provided throughout your journey—the intervention during the desert anomaly, the recent elucidations—she was overwhelmed with gratitude."
"Benevolent and lawful-aligned deity? Heh..."
"Armed with deeper knowledge, you were far more skeptical than the ’Secret Cultivator,’ mocking the sentiment inwardly."
"To possess such terrifying willpower and remain rational... To endure contamination by Divinity and still retain one’s sense of self... To know the unspeakable truths of the ’Nameless Land,’ which even ’Ancient Old Kings’ struggle to fathom... To rescue two individuals from the Purple Flower Sea."
"There were simply too many unanswered questions."
"Moreover, you firmly believed no truly benevolent, lawful-aligned deity existed in the ’Old Land.’
"You kept your doubts unspoken, suspecting that the ’God of Justice’ might still be covertly observing you. Redirecting the conversation, you said cautiously, ’Secret Cultivator, what do you think the Lost Heaven behind that curtain—where the ’forbidden entities’ of the Third Epoch reportedly reside—looks like now?’
"The ’Secret Cultivator’ cast her gaze beyond the black mountain at the grey-black mist connecting sky and earth, her ears attuned to the occasional terrifying wails. Her eyes reflected faint fear as she cautiously replied, ’Clearly, it must contain unimaginable horrors.’
"You too focused your attention on the curtain, pondering your own identity as a ’Blasphemous Wizard.’ A premonition stirred within... It wouldn’t be long before you found yourself journeying to the ’Lost Heaven,’ or rather, its true name—the Land of Truth.’
"Throughout your ascent, the ever-present vigilance against lurking dangers kept your nerves taut. Yet unexpectedly... not a single attack or mishap occurred as you reached the peak of the black mountain."
"Step by step, the silhouette of a magnificent, colossal gate gradually came into view."
"The House of Truth. We’ve arrived..."
PS: Third update, 12,000 words completed today—haven’t pushed this hard in ages. Exhausted. Continuing tomorrow, aiming for 12,000, maybe 16,000. Keep going, keep striving.