Blasphemy Wizard by Deceit World
Chapter 50: The Ruined Statue of the Abyss Old God Comes to Life...

Chapter 50: Chapter 50: The Ruined Statue of the Abyss Old God Comes to Life...

[Secluded Cultivator (Group Leader): The complete exalted name of a god encompasses its authority, rank, and symbolism. In mysticism, it serves as a medium for communication with the designated deity.]

[Secluded Cultivator (Group Leader): Whatever is spoken shall be known—this is a characteristic of gods, irrespective of their rank.]

[Secluded Cultivator (Group Leader): The consequences of reciting a god’s complete exalted name depend on the god’s current state.]

[Secluded Cultivator (Group Leader): What I currently know isn’t much, but I’m clear about the consequences in two specific states.]

[Secluded Cultivator (Group Leader): The first state—if the god remains intact, possessing its complete rank, authority, and symbolism—then it is highly probable the god will focus its gaze upon the mortal realm. If the god harbors goodwill, all might be fine; but if it bears malice toward this world, it will bring about a terrifying catastrophe.]

Does that world still have gods who harbor goodwill?

Yang Qizhou contemplated the land of old—a perilous domain where mystery and the unknown walk hand-in-hand, terror and deceit coexist, and survival itself becomes a daunting struggle. A chilling sensation involuntarily crept into his heart.

[Honey Pot (Member): Then what’s the second state?]

[Secluded Cultivator (Group Leader): If the god has fallen, yet its authority, rank, and symbolism have transformed into an activated artifact, then reciting its complete exalted name could potentially lead to the birth of a new god—one inheriting everything from the fallen deity.]

[Secluded Cultivator (Group Leader): However, such a transition is not easily accomplished. It requires the artifact to reach a highly activated state along with a matching ritual. Otherwise, even if a new god is born, it may end up twisted, insane, or collapsing entirely.]

[Honey Pot (Member): The activated artifact you mentioned... you mean ancient objects.]

[Secluded Cultivator (Group Leader): Correct.]

I see.

At this moment, many of Yang Qizhou’s questions were answered.

Previously, Yang Qizhou had been perplexed. Why did ancient objects exhibit such severe negative effects compared to ordinary artifacts? Now, he understood: ancient objects were likely remnants of fallen gods fused with surrounding elements, giving rise to their lingering mental residues and activated traits. They weren’t just mere artifacts.

Take the "Hidden God’s Clothes" as an example—a quasi-legendary ancient object forged from the fall of the "Dream Hidden King" and combined with the "Bloodstained Rags."

"But still..."

"Why do ordinary artifacts, when used repeatedly, also develop activated traits and have the potential to evolve into ’ancient objects’?"

Yang Qizhou had made numerous guesses, but lacking concrete evidence, he dared not ascertain the truth. For now, he decided to set this question aside.

The conversation continued.

[Honey Pot (Member): Gods from the land of old can actually peer into the mortal realm? That’s truly astonishing.]

[Secluded Cultivator (Group Leader): Stop probing, newcomer. Under the rules witnessed by the Oath King, I am unable to commit fraud with words.]

[Secluded Cultivator (Group Leader): And don’t assume the land of old is far from the mortal realm. Truthfully, they are much closer than you imagine.]

Recognizing that the Secluded Cultivator had detected his probing, Yang Qizhou felt no embarrassment.

Everyone was playing mind games,

so no one had the right to pretend otherwise.

Regarding the Cultivator’s claim that "under the Oath King’s witnessed rules, I cannot commit fraud with words," Yang Qizhou didn’t believe a single word of it.

Whenever the clause "Final interpretation belongs to the Secluded Cultivator" gets abolished, then perhaps he’d consider trusting this statement.

Meanwhile, the Cultivator’s final remark struck a nerve in Yang Qizhou’s heart.

The land of old and the mortal realm are not far apart.

Rather, they’re very close?

[Honey Pot (Member): Group Leader, how do you know all this?]

[Secluded Cultivator (Group Leader): I’ve already shared more than enough—far exceeding the scope of what you wanted to know. One must learn contentment.]

[Secluded Cultivator (Group Leader): But I can reveal a bit more.]

[Secluded Cultivator (Group Leader): The number of players within the "Deceit World," in proportion to the population, is absurdly low—reaching a ratio of six figures to one. Yet the precise number of players is far greater than you’d imagine. Most are registered with the ’Deceit Bureau’ and briefed on precautions, keeping them somewhat under control. But among those the Bureau hasn’t identified, a small handful are prone to courting death, often not lasting more than half a month—causing considerable chaos.]

A player ratio of one in the tens of thousands—it was indeed no small figure.

There were bound to be individuals courting death.

Speaking of which, the Secluded Cultivator did seem rather benevolent. Yang Qizhou had originally only wanted to understand the repercussions of reciting the complete exalted name of a god from the land of old within the mortal realm. The Cultivator not only answered thoroughly but also subtly revealed a wealth of hidden information.

Yang Qizhou thought the group leader was quite decent and worth interacting with further.

The chanting grew louder and clearer, akin to secretive lives murmuring by his ear. An eerie green emerged, and twisted, malevolent forces cascaded down from the thirteenth floor.

[Honey Pot (Member): Thanks, Group Leader. Gotta go, catch you later.]

[Secluded Cultivator (Group Leader): Is there someone near you chanting a god’s exalted name?]

[Honey Pot (Member): Yeah, that damned wretch...]

Not bothering to see if the Cultivator would respond, Yang Qizhou pocketed his phone.

The illusory chanting grew sharper, malevolence and terror echoed unstoppably. According to the Cultivator’s revelations, it seemed the grim consequences of reciting a complete exalted name were about to surface.

Yet it was uncertain whether this "Chaos Lord lurking at the Abyss’s depths" still retained its intact rank, authority, and symbolism—

or whether it had fallen,

or perhaps was in a different state altogether.

"Just go see for yourself, right? If I get the chance, I’ll beat Wang Chuan and his manipulators black and blue."

"If it turns out even I can’t handle it, then forget it—I’ll use the Dark Crow of Profane Fortune’s ability to break away from the current fate line and leave it to the ’Deceit Bureau’ to clean up."

...

...

Thirteenth floor of the Diamond Building, within a massive exhibition hall.

The entire space was now draped with a web-like cocooning silk—densely packed, and radiating an eerie green. Suspended from the ceiling were eight or nine individuals encased in cocoons.

At the very center, Wang Chuan stood atop an altar, chanting the complete exalted name of a god.

His flesh had already fused with the ruined statue of the Abyss Old God, mutating into a grotesque, pus-exuding monstrosity—twisted, malevolent, and nauseating.

The distortion continued progressing with time.

Anyone who gazed at the current state of Wang Chuan had their mind clouded as if someone had poured glue into their heads—groggy, and plagued by splitting headaches.

At this moment,

the scene was utterly terrifying and distorted—akin to a demon’s lair.

"Wang Chuan, you damned bastard! Kill me if you’ve got the guts, or else when I break free, I’ll carve you up!" said Zhao Keke—one of the individuals suspended from the ceiling.

Her fiery temper flared even in the face of doom—not yielding to fear but brimming instead with fury.

The members of the ’Deceit Bureau’ shared darkened expressions.

They did not fear death; by joining the Bureau and becoming guardians fighting against the darkness of evil, their lives had long been forfeited.

Yet at the brink of the abyss, an inevitable sense of despair seeped into their hearts.

"Captain Zhou, we’re done for. The ruined statue of the Abyss Old God has come alive—transforming into a deity—and no one can stop it now."

"It’s fortunate the lamp holder evacuated the civilians. Otherwise, if thousands of lives had been sacrificed, who knows how immensely powerful the awakened god would become."

"Damn it—this has to be the Hermit Association’s doing. No one else would be so utterly depraved!"

"If the ruined statue truly fully awakens as a god, can the Director handle it?"

"Maybe... hopefully... he can...?"

Zhou Xu privately wrestled with dark thoughts.

Previously, some players disregarded taboos and recited the complete exalted names of gods in a careless, playful manner—leaving behind countless disasters the Bureau had to resolve. They certainly had ample experience handling such incidents.

But this scenario differed vastly from any prior occurrences. Here, someone deliberately cultivated the ruined statue of the Abyss Old God as an ancient object, activated it to an exceedingly high degree, matched it with its corresponding exalted name, and performed a compatible ritual.

Though the lamp holder’s intervention saved the masses, disrupting the ritual’s completeness, some mystical elements were still formed.

If the ruined statue truly awakens as a deity, it may possess the exalted name, rank, authority, and symbolism of a fully-fledged god.

Was the current Deceit Bureau truly prepared to confront a god?

"Director, this mess is colossal. Here’s hoping you can clean it up."

Despair began spreading throughout the room.

And just then, a figure emerged at the doorway, grabbing the attention of all the Bureau members. When they recognized the newcomer, their faces lit up with joy.

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