Blasphemy Wizard by Deceit World
Chapter 253 - 248: Prophet

Chapter 253: Chapter 248: Prophet

"Are you saying that’s the corpse of a ’Desecrated Wizard’?"

You couldn’t help but feel a surge of shock in your heart.

Harriet gave an affirmative response, saying that if the ’Prophet’ wasn’t engaged in deception, then this was indeed the truth.

What kind of ’Desecrated Wizard’ corpse could it possibly be that even the rulers of the ’Endless Abyss,’ the ’Abyss Master’ and ’Deception Lord,’ these two Cosmic Pillar-level gods, would take notice?

You couldn’t help but continue asking.

"I don’t know either..."

Harriet shook his head helplessly, explaining that the ’Prophet’ did not disclose the identity of this ’Desecrated Wizard’; he merely mentioned that the wizard played a crucial role in the ’God War’ during the early stages of the Fourth Epoch.

Something so highly guarded by the Northern Realm Clan turned out to be the corpse of a ’Desecrated Wizard.’

This really took Yang Qizhou by surprise.

Moreover, according to the text, this corpse also played a decisive role in the Cosmic Pillar-level god war between the ’Abyss Master’ and the ’Natural King.’ This wasn’t something an ordinary ’Desecrated Wizard’ could achieve; the gods they subdued must have at least surpassed the level of the ’Divine Sovereign.’

Perhaps it might even have been one of the Six Wizard Kings.

This explained why even the ’Abyss Master’ and the ’Deception Lord,’ these lofty Cosmic Pillar-level gods, would focus their efforts on the search for the ’Bright Outpost.’

"The game character seems to have unwittingly stumbled upon an incredibly significant secret." As someone who was also considered a ’Desecrated Wizard,’ Yang Qizhou wondered if there might be any benefits he could glean from this senior. He was actually looking forward to where the story would head next.

The game continued.

"After chatting aimlessly for a while, three hours passed in no time."

The Guard Commander arrived at Harriet’s home as promised, inviting you, the foreigner, to the ’Emerald Tower,’ where dozens of guards had gathered nearby under the guise of protection, encircling you tightly in layers.

"Hey, hey, hey—I’m not a criminal. Is all this really necessary?"

You expressed a hint of dissatisfaction.

But the Guard Commander coldly replied, "I don’t know why the ’Prophet’ allowed an ’Oathbreaker’ from Asgard to enter the Realm of Light, but as the Guard Commander, it is my duty to ensure the safety of the people so that you have no chance to wreak havoc here."

Well, that was refreshingly straightforward.

Yang Qizhou clicked his tongue.

He’d expected that the ’game character’ wouldn’t be warmly received at the Bright Outpost but hadn’t anticipated such outright hostility.

The game continued.

"So you really are treating me like a prisoner."

You felt disgruntled and quietly muttered, "Well, whether you accept it or not, I’m already here. Just face it—and don’t let it make you sick with anger."

You noticed the Guard Commander, despite doing his best to keep calm, had the corner of his mouth twitch noticeably; it was clear you’d successfully vexed him.

Under the heavy escort of the guards, you set off toward the ’Emerald Tower.’

On the way—

Harriet, seemingly worried that you harbored resentment, hurriedly tried to explain, speaking in phrases like, "Don’t mind the Guard Commander’s cold demeanor; he’s actually a good person," "He’s just fulfilling his duty as a Guard Commander," "He’s only doing this to protect the safety of the Realm of Light," and so on, heaping reason after reason...

"Harriet, do you take me for someone so petty?"

You waved your hand impatiently.

Surprisingly, Harriet seemed to find this a tough question to answer. He examined you seriously for a long time and even appeared to fall into deep thought.

This really infuriated you. You glared at him with all your might, thinking that if this weren’t the Realm of Light, you might’ve used the power of ’Gathering Fortune’ to strip him of all his good luck, leaving him in a streak of bad fate as punishment.

At that moment—

You suddenly remembered something: you still didn’t know what crisis the Realm of Light was facing.

You turned to Harriet to inquire about it.

Your companion seemed unguarded, ready to answer straightforwardly—but before he could say a word, the Guard Commander interrupted gruffly, "The ’Prophet’ will tell you about that. There’s no need to discuss it here."

What an abrasive tone. It seemed the Guard Commander was indeed fuming from your earlier remark.

You smirked slightly.

Soon enough, after what felt like an endless walk, you arrived before a towering green structure radiating a thick natural aura. Suspended above the Sky Dome was the Holy Emblem of the ’Natural King,’ an awe-inspiring and sanctified display.

You thought silently to yourself... This must be the ’Emerald Tower.’

What next?

Would the following events and the meeting with the ’Prophet’ finally reveal more about the ’Desecrated Wizard’s corpse? Yang Qizhou found himself eagerly anticipating the developments.

The game continued.

Under the Guard Commander’s lead, you soon entered the interior of the ’Emerald Tower.’

It was an incredibly vast auditorium, constructed entirely out of enormous trees. Mystical and suffused with the essence of nature, it exuded an otherworldly charm. At the highest point of the chamber sat seven people, with one man draped in a white robe positioned in the center, flanked by three seated figures on each side.

They must be the ’Prophet’ and the ’elders’ of the Bright Outpost,

You surmised quietly.

Intending to greet them, you hadn’t even opened your mouth when a frosty, hostile voice echoed from above...

"Someone like you, who carries the favor of that ’Oathbreaker God’ from ’Asgard,’ dares to set foot in our Realm of Light? You tarnish the radiance of the Cyan Azure Bird and bring danger upon us."

The speaker was a woman donning gleaming earrings, her presence exuding an oppressive authority.

Another voice followed soon after. "Prophet, if I may, this person ultimately hails from Asgard. Allowing him in poses too great a risk. It’s better to imprison him here eternally to ensure the safety of the Bright Outpost and prevent its position from being discovered by abyssal demons and devils."

A third voice joined the denunciation, then a fourth, followed by more—all six elders spoke in turn, voicing their staunch opposition to your presence. Their outright hostility left Harriet increasingly flustered.

"Am I being singled out here?"

Anger flared up inside you. You were even considering summoning ’Null’ and ’Doomsday Lifeforms,’ unleashing your strange and dreadful arsenal to obliterate the Bright Outpost entirely and leave it in ruins.

But you managed to suppress your fury, gazing over the ’indignant six elders’ with calm calculation.

A plan formed in your mind.

You spoke in an understated, resonant tone, "I’d like to have a private word with the ’Prophet.’ Could I trouble everyone else to leave the room?"

For a moment, the air fell completely silent.

The six elders, already brimming with wariness and hostility toward you, were now seething with anger at your audacity in asking them to depart.

"A brat from the City of Broken Oaths—do you know where you are? This is the ’Emerald Tower,’ yet you dare tell us to leave? The one who should leave is you."

An elderly man spoke, emanating an unmistakable aura of the Transcendent. It was clear he commanded mysterious power.

The female elder with the gleaming earrings chimed in furiously, "Prophet, this insolent brat is too reckless. I propose we lock him away in the deepest part of ’Nature’s Prison.’

The third elder. The fourth. The fifth...

Were it not for the ’Prophet’ maintaining control, these ’elders’ would’ve likely attacked already.

You had anticipated such a scenario and remained unruffled, calmly stating, "Elders, Guard Commander, and everyone else, I ask for this favor—please leave the room and give me an audience alone with the ’Prophet.’

A favor?

No wonder the ’game character’ seemed so composed; he was about to play his trump card. Yang Qizhou felt reinvigorated, eager to see where the plot would twist next.

The game continued.

You activated the effect of your ’Destiny Achievement - God-slayer.’

The elders, who had moments ago been brimming with righteous indignation, suddenly froze, their faces going rigid and their eyes filling with terror, as though they had just witnessed an unimaginably dreadful phenomenon.

The female elder with the radiant earrings even stood up abruptly, staggering back and almost tripping over her chair. Mutters escaped her lips: "Impossible... more than one god has fallen to your hands... and even one at the level of a Divine Sovereign..."

You remained collected, your gaze fixed unwaveringly on the elders.

Under the crushing aura of the ’God Slayer’ title, the six elders ultimately suppressed their arrogance, conceding to your demand and leaving the ’Emerald Tower’ in subdued silence.

Your eyes turned to the Guard Commander as you added calmly, "And you? Won’t you grant me this favor?"

The Guard Commander, gritting his teeth, struggled internally with his pride refusing to yield to you. But the terrifying implication of the ’God Slayer’ title—its connection to the fall of a Divine Sovereign—was too much to resist. Finally, laden with bitterness, he too complied and withdrew with his guards.

Harriet was the last to go.

Before leaving, Harriet apologized on behalf of the elders, saying, "I must apologize on their behalf. They only act this way to protect the Realm of Light; they’re not bad people."

The ’Emerald Tower’ was now empty, leaving only you and the ’Prophet.’

You heard the low voice of the ’Prophet’: "Please forgive the rudeness of the six elders. You do, after all, hail from Asgard—it’s natural they’d treat you with hostility."

"If not for that reason, they’d already be dead," you replied dispassionately.

Well now, the game character had really grown gutsy enough to say something this bold? Clearly, recent developments had given him substantial confidence.

Yang Qizhou’s interest was further sparked.

The game continued.

Before the ’Prophet’ could respond, you spoke again. But your first question wasn’t about the identity of the ’Desecrated Wizard’ or the crisis in the Realm of Light. Instead, you asked—

"Should I address you as Prophet, or as the Cyan Azure Bird, the subordinate god of the Natural King?"