Blasphemy Wizard by Deceit World
Chapter 260 - 255: ’Dream Realm Sovereign’ is Sick

Chapter 260: Chapter 255: ’Dream Realm Sovereign’ is Sick

"’Beauty’ has fallen?"

"Your heart trembled uncontrollably. In your mind appeared those tentacles resembling linear landforms, adorned with the faces of beautiful women, mesmerizing gemstones, and shining stars—a tapestry of all symbols of beauty. These tentacles numbered in the tens of thousands, and their Divine Body was unfathomably vast and immense."

"Your eyes betrayed disbelief. It was hard to imagine how such an exalted, pillar-level deity could mysteriously fall just like that."

"Stop withholding information. What exactly happened?"

"You asked in a deep voice."

"Though already on the verge of death, the ’Prophet’ shuddered as if recalling horrifying memories. Trembling slightly, they said, ’Three days ago, everyone in the ’Realm of Light’ experienced a dream, and in that dream, you killed me.’"

"Three days ago?"

"Killed you in a dream? What nonsense is this?"

"You couldn’t make sense of what the ’Prophet’ was saying. Three days ago, you hadn’t even arrived in the ’Realm of Light.’ Moreover, after being taken from that eerie, bizarre world by the ’Mother of Beauty and Fertility,’ you had immediately awakened in the home of ’Harriet’s’ foster parents, let alone killed the ’Prophet’ in a dream."

"You had no memory of it whatsoever."

"Dad, Dad, this person is telling the truth! You really were in the dream realm for three days—otherwise, how could I have been born?" At that moment, a soft, playful voice reached your ears."

"The speaker was ’Da Bai,’ the tiny, palm-sized, white, furry little ball, as if sensing your confusion, smugly stepped forward to provide an explanation."

"You frowned immediately."

"So, unknowingly, I’ve already spent three days in the dream realm?"

"And defiled by the ’Mother of Beauty and Fertility’ for three days."

"Realizing this, you felt a peculiar discomfort in your heart."

"At the same time, the ’Prophet’ noticed the bewilderment in your eyes but did not stop speaking. They continued, ’That’s correct. In that dream, I represented ’Beauty,’ and you symbolized the exalted entity that caused ’Beauty’s’ fall. He emerged from the Dream of Dreams and, in ways beyond our understanding, buried that deranged deity.’

Yang Qizhou pondered deeply...

According to the Prophet, when the ’Dream Realm Sovereign’ descended, the entire ’Realm of Light’ had already been drawn into the dream realm, where all its inhabitants bore witness to the god-level battle. However, their ranks were so low that they could not perceive the true scenes of the clash between ’Beauty’ and ’Dream.’ Thus, the Prophet became ’Beauty,’ while the game avatar replaced the ’Dream Realm Sovereign.’

No wonder everyone in the ’Realm of Light’ harbored hostility toward the game character,

No wonder the ’Guard Commander’ claimed it was the game avatar who killed the Prophet.

From their perspective, wasn’t that precisely the case?

"Da Bai, what happened exactly? How did ’Beauty’ inexplicably fall?" Yang Qizhou materialized ’Zhou Xiaobai’ from the game world, his voice filled with confusion.

The palm-sized, chubby Da Bai, curious about the real world, hopped around excitedly, poking and prodding everywhere.

Hearing his father’s question, Da Bai replied with some impatience, "What else could’ve happened, Dad? Don’t you remember? Mom used her ’main account,’ so ’Beauty’ just fell like that."

Mom used her main account?

The Dream Realm Sovereign...

Yang Qizhou suddenly recalled—when his game avatar had exited the Divine Body of ’Beauty,’ an illusory purple ocean surged forth, accompanied by a distorted shadow of fluctuating appearances. At that time, countless tentacles as vast as the earth surged skyward, while the purple ocean seemed to tip over. At the last moment before the collision of heaven and earth, he had awoken.

"No, no, Da Bai... I mean, how is it that ’Beauty’ and the ’Dream Realm Sovereign,’ both of whom are pillar-level entities—especially ’Beauty,’ already Divine and far stronger than regular pillar-level gods—could end in such a swift and effortless demise, even if ’Beauty’ had some issues and the ’Dream Realm Sovereign’ was a complete pillar-level existence?"

The mischievous Da Bai stopped abruptly, their black, gem-like eyes gleaming with a strange expression, as if questioning, "Isn’t this obvious, Dad? Why are you being so stupid?"

"Because Mom’s ’main account’ is super powerful?"

Yang Qizhou asked, "How powerful?"

Da Bai thought for a moment, hopping around as if exaggerating, "Of course, *soooo* powerful!"

But soon, Da Bai seemed to remember something, their once-joyful mood sinking into gloom. "But Mom’s ’main account’ is sick—very, very sick. That Divine Descent made it even worse."

??

"The ’Dream Realm Sovereign’ is... sick?"

Yang Qizhou’s thoughts grew peculiar. After all, the Sovereign ruled the Nameless Land, a being whose mere mention alarmed even the ’Lord of Night’ and the ’Lord of Filth.’ How could such a transcendent deity fall ill?

What kind of twisted nonsense was this?

Yang Qizhou then dismissed ’Da Bai,’ returning them to the game world before continuing to refresh the game’s text logs himself.

"With your experience inside ’Beauty,’ you may not have known the details of the Divine Battle, but at least you could infer its outlines."

"You asked again, ’Do your people... know about this?’"

"Yes."

"The ’Prophet’ nodded. ’That exalted presence presiding over the ’Dream’ didn’t interfere with the thoughts of those who entered His dreams. Their consciousness remained lucid, aware of what had transpired. However, as He was indeed brought here by you, and since I truly died due to ’Beauty’s’ fall, the feelings of my people toward you are understandably complex. I hope you can forgive this.’

"You said nothing, but the murderous intent surrounding you gradually dissipated."

"Of course, your mercy had nothing to do with the Prophet’s appeal. Rather, you felt there was no need for further slaughter, given that the main culprit was already on the verge of death, and the new Prophet was your friend, Harriet."

"It was at that moment that another thought crossed your mind..."

"Oh, Prophet, you said you chose Harriet as the next Prophet not only because of me but also because of his unusual identity. What is it?"

"The Prophet, somewhat irritated, replied, ’I was just about to tell you earlier, but you rudely interrupted me.’

"Enough nonsense! Spill it—what is it?"

"You glared impatiently."

"Perhaps because your murderous aura had subsided, the Prophet seemed in good spirits, their voice steadier. ’Harriet’s true identity... is the ’Tree Ancient God.’"

"Tree Ancient God?"

Yang Qizhou’s eyelids twitched. He nearly thought there was a typo.

The ’Tree Ancient God’ presiding over Asgard was supposed to be sitting securely in the ’God’s Fortress.’ How could another ’Tree Ancient God’ suddenly appear here?

This reminded him of an earlier plotline where his game avatar, suspecting Harriet’s true identity, had killed him once. That incident had unleashed a surge of divine power from Harriet’s body, as well as cryptic murmurs claiming, "I am... tree."

But this raised an even more pressing question—

If Harriet was the true ’Tree Ancient God,’ who, then, was the being currently ruling Asgard from the throne of the ’God’s Fortress’?

Game continued—

"After finishing these words, the Prophet’s head tilted to the side as they passed away completely. Their earlier strength had been merely a final burst of energy before death."

"You gazed deeply at the Prophet’s corpse before stepping out of the ’Green Tower’s’ hall."

"Outside, you once again ran into Harriet. His gaze toward you brimmed with complexity, and though he opened his mouth several times to speak, what ultimately escaped were only the words ’I’m sorry,’ followed by a heartfelt sigh."

"You patted Harriet’s shoulder. ’You did nothing wrong and have no reason to apologize.’

"After a brief conversation, the ’Six Elders’ appeared in the distance, summoning Harriet to inherit the Prophet’s position. Thus, your chat came to an end."

"The ’Guard Commander’ escorted you out of the Realm of Light. At the parting moment, he said, ’Though I still despise you, the Prophet told us that it was you who saved the Realm of Light. So, I must begrudgingly thank you.’

"No thanks needed. Also, at one point, I really did want to kill you."

"You retorted, unwilling to back down."

"With this mild argument, you left the ’Realm of Light,’ arriving once again at the lowest depths of the ’North Realm Abyss,’ shrouded in a dim, gray-white mist. The ’Guard Commander,’ having fulfilled his duties, quickly vanished from sight."

"You didn’t leave immediately. Instead, gazing into the abyss, a question lingered in your mind..."

"If Harriet is truly the ’Tree Ancient God,’ then who is the being ruling Asgard as the ’Tree Ancient God’? Could it be this unknown entity colluding with the ’Endless Abyss,’ the one responsible for killing the ’Green Bird’?"

"You sighed, thinking, ’The waters in this ancient land run deep.’

Yang Qizhou was refreshing the text logs when he suddenly frowned, set down his phone, and smirked while glancing toward the door...

Sure enough,

With the sound of a turning key, the next moment, the door was flung open. A seven-year-old girl swaggered in, her voice haughty. ’Seven Zhou Bro—no, no, Little Seven, call me ’Sis.’ Do it, and I’ll let you off easy...’

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