Blasphemy Wizard by Deceit World
Chapter 293 - 272: The Profane Wizard (4000 words, makeup for yesterday’s update)_2

Chapter 293: Chapter 272: The Profane Wizard (4000 words, makeup for yesterday’s update)_2

"Wait..."

Yang Qizhou suddenly thought of a possibility, narrowing his eyes. "Big White mentioned before that the Black Mist Sect Leader is being controlled by invisible threads, exuding the aura of the ’Desecrator Wizard’... Then who can guarantee that the ’Black Mist Ancient God,’ worshipped by Corewell, hasn’t also been compromised...? Going further, the sudden assistance from the ’Black Mist Ancient God’ extended to the Evil God of the Land of Prayer Light—it might just be driven by some unknown force in the shadows."

Various pieces of information surfaced in his mind, giving Yang Qizhou a bold hypothesis.

The Ancient Gods were once shepherded by the ’Desecrator Wizard.’ Following this line of reasoning, could the recent interference of the ’God of Black Mist’ suggest that this deity has once again been shepherded by the ’Desecrator Wizard’...? Or perhaps... the ’Desecrator Wizard’ who once shepherded them has never truly perished.

But therein lies another point of doubt,

If the interference of the ’God of Black Mist’ is truly orchestrated by the ’Desecrator Wizard,’ wouldn’t opening the ’Lost Heaven’ serve their interests better? Why obstruct it instead?

"Lamp Holder, do you have any thoughts?" A voice sounded by his ear. The face of the Secret Cultivator had crept close without him realizing it.

Yang Qizhou instinctively leaned back, but upon reconsideration—he was a man, after all, afraid of nothing—he immediately straightened his posture again. "I have some clues, but they’ve only brought more questions."

The Secret Cultivator puckered their lips but ultimately relented, taking a step back while silently admonishing themselves to be less impulsive next time.

Quickly regaining their composure, the Secret Cultivator blinked and asked, "Oh, what clues? Can you share them with me?"

Yang Qizhou responded decisively, "I can’t."

The earlier deductions involved the ’Desecrator Wizard,’ ’Ancient God Origin,’ the ’Land of Truth,’ and much more. Naturally, he wouldn’t disclose these matters to the Secret Cultivator, who, although currently an amicable ally, was no closer than that.

Growing up as a favored scion in the capital circles, she should feel quite piqued at being so callously rejected.

Yang Qizhou thought to himself, waiting to witness her indignant response.

And yet,

After waiting for a long time, the anticipated outburst of irritation did not occur.

Yang Qizhou glanced over and discovered that, while the eyes of the Secret Cultivator flickered with disappointment, there were no extreme emotions—almost as though she was already used to this... Wait, used to this? Such a thing could become routine?

With a mixture of incredulity, Yang Qizhou shifted his gaze back to his phone.

The game resumed.

...

...

"The ’God of Black Mist’?"

"The surprised voice of the Secret Cultivator echoes in your ears, and immediately, your mind conjures up the image of Corewell, the leader of the Black Mist Sect, alongside recognition of this Foreign God’s identity."

"Black mist, symbolizing ruin, surged from the distant Void like a waterfall, soon enveloping the River of Two Judgments. Within its depths, ’Nothingness’ and ’Doomsday Life’ writhed as though trapped in a swamp. Cold light flickered, circled by burning sulfur and flames. Despite their desperate struggle, they were unable to free themselves in the short term."

"With the aid of ’Nothingness’ and ’Doomsday Life’ now absent, the Pure White Sun once again fell to an unfavorable position—its predicament even more dire than before."

"This can’t be allowed to drag on any longer..."

"You realized that the Pure White Sun wouldn’t hold out much longer. Your expression turned cold and severe as you retrieved two Legendary artifacts—’Lost Night’ and ’Heart Dream Source.’

"An illusory ocean of violet emerged from the boundless Void, and the power of dreams surged towards the Ring of Strangeness."

"This was the full might of a ’Divine Sovereign,’ perhaps slightly weaker than a true Sovereign but unquestionably beyond what the Old King, devoid of authority, could withstand."

"You were confident that the Evil Gods of the Land of Prayer Light, manipulating the Old King’s relics, could not counter this force."

"Just then, Big White’s urgent voice rang out... ’Father, be careful, there’s a Taboo Power secretly interfering.’

"Taboo Power?"

"Desecrator Wizard?"

"As the thought crossed your mind, an astonishing scene unfolded. Streams of silver light began to radiate from the Old King’s relic, which had ostensibly lost all authority and become an empty husk. It seemed almost as if it was coming back to life—an incomprehensible, horrifying force was resisting the illusory violet ocean."

...

???

Yang Qizhou had felt something amiss earlier, but now he was completely baffled.

Following logical assumptions, the ’Desecrator Wizard’s’ motivations should align with those of the ’God of Justice’: opening the gate to the Lost Heaven, thus ushering the Desecrator Wizard’s return to the mortal realm. It’s likely that Corewell’s initial undertaking to seek out Taboo Treasures was driven by this intent.

But why, at this critical juncture, did this enigmatic ’Desecrator Wizard’ suddenly shift course? Not only dispatching the ’God of Black Mist,’ their shepherded servant, but even interfering personally with inexplicable means to revive the Old King relic’s power temporarily?

"Wait, have I been stuck in a mental trap?"

Yang Qizhou thought of something and murmured to himself, "This hidden ’Desecrator Wizard’ might never have changed their mind. Their true goal has always been the Taboo Treasures potentially linked to entering the pathway into the Lost Heaven. They simply don’t wish for this pathway to be unlocked by the ’God of Justice’ or the terrifying will resurrected within them."

Tick-tock. Tick-tock. Tick-tock...

The room’s clock ticked away in silence. Seeing the Lamp Holder’s pensive state, the Secret Cultivator wisely refrained from interrupting.

Various thoughts churned in his mind. After a while, Yang Qizhou finally shifted his focus back to the game,

And just before the narrative updated, a thought surfaced in his mind:

Could the ’Desecrator Wizard’ be one of the survivors of the Third Epoch’s ’Day of Fallen,’ or someone akin to himself—ascended after the Fourth Epoch?

If only there was a chance to communicate.

...

"It’s simply unimaginable. Streams of silver light rippling across the ’Old King’s relic,’ holding back the violet illusory ocean coalesced by ’Lost Night’ and ’Heart Dream Source.’ But this, too, seemed to be the limit of the ’mastermind,’ as no further power was revealed."

"This outcome clearly caught the Evil Gods of the Land of Prayer Light off guard as well. Lacking anything akin to Little White’s warnings, they were unaware of the Desecrator Wizard’s covert interference. Upon witnessing the streaks of silver light, they could not resist their delight."

"From the Void, strange, mocking, and absurd voices tinged with arrogance resonated... ’Hahaha, Foreign God, you didn’t expect this, did you? The ’Old King’s relic’ still holds fragments of their faint authority, and your artifacts triggered its complete revival.’"

"These fools—they don’t even realize they’re being used by the hidden ’Desecrator Wizard.’ They think the anomalous revival of the ’Old King’s relic’ is a mere coincidence. Even if the God of Justice doesn’t open Heaven’s Gate, their fate is likely to end in disaster."

"You chuckled coldly in your heart..."

"Then your gaze shifted to the invisible realms above."

"The Pure White Sun’s situation had become dire—it was now unmistakably on its last legs. Deep chains marks encircled its body, pressing deeply as blood continuously seeped out. Echoes of Pain vaguely resounded through the Void."

"’Nothingness,’ ’Doomsday Lord’s Ring,’ ’Heart Dream Source,’ ’Lost Night’... all these methods had been exhausted."

"Could it truly be necessary to forge the ’Storm God’s Scepter’?"

"But invoking it might draw the Wind Lord’s attention. Wouldn’t the price be too steep...?"

"As you wrestled with this dilemma, a thought of an ’ancient object’ surfaced in your mind, giving rise to a bizarre idea."