Yang Qizhou looked at the content of the text and revealed a "just as expected" expression.
"Your Excellency Lamp Holder, the ’God of Justice,’ He..." A panicked voice arose. It was the ’Secret Cultivator.’ She had completely lost her wits upon seeing the text’s description, realizing that everything was the ’God of Justice’s’ conspiracy.
Yang Qizhou shrugged and said, "Now do you understand? In the ’Ancient Land,’ you can believe in the gods’ might, but never trust their mercy. The gifts of fate have already been marked with a price in secret. The more they give you, the more they will take back later."
This wasn’t originally my line.
But it fits perfectly, so I borrowed it. Hehe, I believe the big-shot won’t mind.
Yang Qizhou grinned slightly...
At this moment, ’Secret Cultivator’s’ expression showed hints of despair. "You can believe in the gods’ might, but never trust their mercy." This line was previously spoken by the Lamp Holder, but she hadn’t taken it to heart, assuming it was merely exaggerated artistic rhetoric. Now, she deeply felt the malice of ’the gods.’
’I was too distant from the ’gods’ before, imagining them as far too lofty, unconsciously indulging in fantasies.’
’Turns out, ’gods’ too indulge in conspiracy.’
’They are not noble.’
Soon, ’Secret Cultivator’ recalled the plot details, anxiety welling up in her eyes, and she said, "Your Excellency Lamp Holder, the ’God of Justice’ went to such great lengths just to lead our game characters to the House of Truth. There must be a terrifying scheme behind this. ’Destiny’s Blessing’ is highly unlikely to work. What should we do?"
Yang Qizhou appeared nonchalant, "No need to panic; it’s still under control."
"Still under control?" Her stunningly beautiful eyes showed doubt. ’Secret Cultivator’ couldn’t help but query inwardly, "At such a critical moment, the same ambiguous line again. Are you just putting on a show?"
Yang Qizhou nodded. A trace of playful mockery in his eyes was withdrawn, replaced with a more serious expression. "My game character is also in the ’House of Truth.’ I wouldn’t gamble my own life."
’Secret Cultivator,’ influenced by this solemn demeanor, felt a bit steadier within, her doubts slightly assuaged...
"Just as expected..."
"What I speculated before was correct. All of the ’God of Justice’s’ supposed gestures of goodwill were mere pretense. From the start, He has harbored profound malice toward me."
"Calm analysis surfaced involuntarily in your mind; yet your face still displayed rage, fear, regret, and hatred, mingling together. But you said nothing, for there was still one question the other party hadn’t answered."
"The illusory Pure White Sun pulsated repeatedly, its friendly, intimate, and gentle tones interlaced with a satisfied voice once again resonated... ’You’re mistaken about one thing. The ’Taboo Treasure’ isn’t fictitious; it indeed exists. However, there’s a slight misalignment with your expectations. The so-called ’Taboo Treasure’ isn’t treasure at all, but the ’correctly’ left roadmark.’
"You frowned subtly in secret, recalling the ’God of Justice’s’ earlier statement about not resisting the roadmark’s power."
"How I wish I could ask what the ’roadmark’ truly is. Unfortunately, that wouldn’t align with the reactions created by my entangled emotions of panic, regret, rage, and fear. Hmm, perhaps another time."
"Your mind coldly analyzed, but outwardly you erupted in intense fury. The ’Iron Blood Spear’ had somehow materialized in your right hand, accompanied by an enraged shout of ’I’m going to kill you,’ its tip charged with boundless anger, striking toward the Pure White Sun ahead."
"But then, a bizarre scene unfolded."
"The spear swept right through the ’Pure White Sun’s’ form as though hitting mere imagery; there wasn’t the slightest sensation."
"Friendliness, intimacy, gentleness—these tones seamlessly interwoven—spoke again, now tinged with smugness. ’Save your effort, blasphemous wizard who holds ’destiny.’ You’ve already been locked by the roadmark, trapped within imaginary space. Once the ’correct’ roadmark has completely consumed you and all components align, the gate to the Land of Truth shall open.’
"You became thoughtful."
"This likely doesn’t refer to dreamscapes in a broad sense. After facing the Dream Realm Sovereign in the depths of the Dream Realm’s tributary, I gained an ability to discern illusions. Moreover, this name feels more like it describes a fabricated space. Hmm, can’t draw firm conclusions yet, but this assumption seems pretty accurate."
"Additionally, from the ’God of Justice’s’ wording, He drew me to the ’House of Truth’ not merely due to His awareness of my identity as a ’wizard of desecration’ and ’bearer of destiny,’ seeking to eliminate me as a threat, but rather to utilize me as a sacrifice for opening the gate to the Land of Truth."
"You analyzed calmly, and the fog surrounding you seemed to clear considerably, the contours of the ordeal becoming increasingly distinct. Yet outwardly, you still maintained a facade of unease, agitation, fear, rage, regret, and other extreme intertwining emotions."
"Illusory loops emerged in the surroundings, wisps of silvery light scattering out. ’Squirming sounds’ followed as countless tentacles of flesh broke through the loop surfaces and extended forward, seeking to distort the current reality."
"This was precisely the effect of the Residual Ring of the King of Truth..."
"Regrettably, the imaginary space proved far too bizarre. That power capable of twisting reality and materializing imagined scenes was entirely suppressed beyond the bounds of this world, leaving the Pure White Sun ahead wholly unaffected."