The Secret Cultivation Society mber had been silent for a long ti, but Yang Qizhou was in no rush; he simply sat on the sofa, waiting patiently.
Not long after, the Secret Cultivation Society mber finally sent a ssage. "Honorable lamp holder, you are aware of the consequences of chanting a ’god’s’ full honorific in the real world. Are you truly certain about proceeding this way..."
The moonlight rippled like the surface of water, reflecting on Yang Qizhou’s face, which held a trace of a smile.
He responded,
"I can’t guarantee success, but I can guarantee that chanting the full honorific of the ’God of Victory’ won’t lead to anything bad happening."
This ti, the Secret Cultivation Society mber went silent again for a long while.
Yang Qizhou didn’t rush them. He understood well that the other party was deeply aware of the consequences that chanting a ’god’s’ full honorific could bring, and it was inevitable they’d feel conflicted.
About five or six minutes passed,
"Honorable lamp holder, I hope you still rember that, back at the ’Diamond Building,’ I revealed the Hidden consequences of chanting a god’s full honorific to you, and later, during the online gathering, I helped you locate the ’Fox.’"
Yang Qizhou also understood the intent behind the Secret Cultivation Society mber’s words. He typed swiftly and sent his reply imdiately: "If it weren’t for that favor, I wouldn’t agree to help you. Honorable Secret Cultivation Society mber, you should be aware of the enormous risks that any Hidden dealings with an Unknown Evil God carry within the ga."
The lamp holder finally made a decision,
"Please share the full honorific of the ’God of Victory,’ honorable lamp holder."
Upon seeing the latest ssage on his phone, a faint smile naturally ford at the corner of Yang Qizhou’s mouth. Accepting the Secret Cultivation Society mber’s plea for help indeed had to do with repaying a favor. Of course, the offer of 5000 Old Sacrifices was also tempting. But most importantly... this was an opportunity for experintation.
He wanted to use this chance to test the power of the ’God of Victory.’
Yang Qizhou’s fingers danced swiftly across the keyboard, and he quickly sent out the full honorific of the ’God of Victory.’
"The one who tips the Golden Balance..."
"You are the Star Spirit of good fortune."
"You are also the Nesis of calamity."
"The trifoliate flower symbolizes your dominion."
"The Light Leaving Grass is your emblem."
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On the other side,
The Secret Cultivation Society mber stared at the honorific sent by the lamp holder on their phone, their bright eyes filled with solemnity.
"Boss, do we... do we really have to chant the full honorific sent by the ’Honey Badger’? The risks involved here are way too high!" A girl dressed in a bunny costu, looking quite adorable, said in a voice filled with fear.
Indeed,
This girl was none other than ’Rabbit’ from the Secret Cultivation Society. She was never a solo gar but rather an employee in the Secret Cultivation Society mber’s studio. Whenever the Secret Cultivation Society mber found it inconvenient to appear directly, Rabbit would step forward and handle things.
In other words,
Rabbit was the Secret Cultivation Society mber’s alternate account in the group. Even the commission posted in the group earlier had only been a performance to make the alternate account seem more believable. The two had rely been acting together.
"Do we have any other options?" The Secret Cultivation Society mber responded helplessly.
Hearing this, Rabbit’s expression turned despondent as well.
Their ga character had fallen into the trap of the ’God of Foolish Evil Play,’ unable to escape the Theater of Malevolence, trapped in a dazed and senseless state. They couldn’t even commit suicide, let alone use the [False Road Marker] to leave their current situation. If they didn’t escape soon, their accounts would effectively be ruined.
This was absolutely unacceptable...
"Boss, what about White Deer?" Rabbit thought of another group mber.
The Secret Cultivation Society mber pondered for a mont. "Pass the honorific of the ’God of Victory’ to him as well, but don’t disclose its origin. If chanting the full honorific of this god truly helps the ga character escape its current predicant, then he can also—"
Rabbit fell silent, seeing through the boss’s thought process.
If they escaped, it would naturally be the best outco. But if chanting the full honorific of this ’god’ led to sothing terrifying happening, then, of course, White Deer would also share a part of the burden. If they were to die, they’d die together.
She wisely chose not to say this out loud.
Soon, Rabbit passed the full honorific of the ’God of Victory’ to White Deer. Trapped in the perilous situation orchestrated by the ’God of Foolish Evil Play,’ White Deer was also in a panic. Though deeply hesitant about the thod, he ultimately grit his teeth and chose to agree, desperate to save his ga character.
Three people, filled with emotions of expectation, unease, nervousness, and apprehension, began chanting the sa honorific...
"The one who tips the Golden Balance..."
"You are the Star Spirit of good fortune."
"You are also the Nesis of calamity."
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Under the night sky’s lights, ripples suddenly spread like water waves, accompanied by illusory prayers that transcended distances and reached Yang Qizhou’s ears.
He shepherded the ’God of Victory,’ and, through divine insight, saw three images. One was of a woman dressed in a black dress, wearing pure silver earrings, exuding an imnsely commanding presence. Another was of a girl in a bunny costu, adorable-looking, with her hands clasped together in prayer. The last was of a pale-faced teenager, seemingly around seventeen or eighteen years old,
"That one with the queen-like aura is the ’Secret Cultivation Society mber.’ That bunny costu girl—could she be Rabbit from the group?"
"Wait,"
"She and the Secret Cultivation Society mber—how does it look like they’re together?"
"Damn, this ’Secret Cultivation Society mber’ is way too conniving. The group only has seven or eight people, and she even planted an undercover mber within? Such scheming..."
"Among these three, White Deer seems to be the only one who’s more straightforward."
Yang Qizhou felt a deep sense of relief. Good thing he’d unintentionally exposed Rabbit’s true identity upfront; in the future, the Secret Cultivation Society mber wouldn’t be able to use her to set him up.
As the illusory prayer grew clearer, the faith channel constructed via the full honorific began to materialize.
If he was going to test the power of the ’God of Victory,’ he needed to employ the strongest thods.
Yang Qizhou shepherded the god, imrsing his thoughts into the three images he’d seen. Soon, the figures in his field of vision were engulfed in ’Chaos Color’ flas. These flas carried no warmth, no tactile sensation, and were invisible to observation, as though they were no more than fake special effects.
"Guests, please enjoy the fleeting pleasure of being a ’luckiest man alive.’ Cherish this feeling, as it will be a long ti before you experience it again."
There were tis when Yang Qizhou’s smile was truly devious.
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On the other side,
Just after the Secret Cultivation Society mber finished chanting the full honorific of the God of Victory, an illusory gray-white fog suddenly welled up before them, like ocean waves churning. Within it, a god bathed in radiant light stepped out. The Secret Cultivation Society mber instinctively wanted to see its appearance clearly, but they couldn’t, no matter how hard they tried. Instead, nausea churned in their stomach.
This was a genuine ’god’?
It already possessed the initial traits of being unseeable.
This discovery greatly shocked the Secret Cultivation Society mber; they couldn’t help but wonder what kind of storyline the lamp holder’s ga character had experienced to have uncovered the full honorific of this ’God of Victory.’
At that mont, a faint whisper echoed in their ears, "You shall receive good fortune."
I shall receive good fortune?
The Secret Cultivation Society mber was still processing this when they saw the surging, illusory gray-white fog recede like the tide. The mysterious, exalted figure of the God of Victory faded swiftly, vanishing in an instant.
"Boss, th-that ’god,’ seed pretty approachable," Rabbit stamred, her voice trembling. Having been accustod to the grotesque, terrifying, malevolent, filthy gods in the ga, seeing the God of Victory almost felt refreshing.
It seed the young girl had experienced the sa as the Secret Cultivation Society mber. With a thoughtful expression, the mber reflected on the God of Victory’s whisper, "You shall receive good fortune," and urgently said:
"Quick, get back in the ga."
"Ah, right, the ’God of Victory’ seems to have granted a ’good fortune’ buff. Maybe the ga character will turn things around now," Rabbit replied with a face full of realization.
Coincidentally, White Deer also sent a ssage at that mont: "Honorable Secret Cultivation Society mber, Rabbit, you both received a blessing from the ’god’ too, didn’t you? I’m already logged back into the ga. You should hurry up as well."
The Secret Cultivation Society mber and Rabbit replied in unison with a single word,
"Okay."
Very soon, the trio’s text continued to update,
"You fell into the trap of the ’God of Foolish Evil Play,’ becoming an actor on the ’Absurd’ stage. Your sanity has been stripped away, your intelligence reduced to a Plural state, and you mindlessly pound away at the screeching, jarring, disruptive instrunts,"
"You sink into a dazed, mindless state,"
"You remain trapped in a dazed, mindless state,"
"You suddenly co to your senses, regaining clarity and rationality. Reflecting on the mindless, idiotic state you were in before, cold sweat drenches your body, your scalp tingles, and goosebumps rise all over you."
"I never imagined that one day I’d end up as a fool."
"You decide not to share this experience with anyone."
"You see two other explorers from the Otherworld also erge from their mindless state, their eyes filled with confusion and surprise, wondering,"
"How did they recover normalcy? You feel equally perplexed."
"At that mont, violent tremors shook the ’God of Foolish Evil Play’s’ stage. You see the stage’s fake sky shatter, its twisted ground dissolve into nothingness, and its original illusions fade away rapidly,"
"You witness a twisted, grotesque, rotting Evil Entity locked in combat with the clown-like ’God of Foolish Evil Play.’ It’s not a visceral, bloody brawl, but rather a clash of ranks, symbols, dominion, concepts, and powers."
"You instinctively understand... the ’God of Foolish Evil Play’ has been attacked by so other Hidden existence."
"You marvel at your miraculous good fortune."
"You are caught in the crossfire of the ’godly battle,’ tainted by an unknown Evil Power, your flesh devoured, your limbs twisted into spirals."
"You die."
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The Secret Cultivation Society mber quickly perked up; it was fine if the ga character died. There were still three opportunities for respawn each day, and there were plenty of ’Destiny Fire Bottles.’ What truly terrified her was being unable to die, even if she wanted to.
"The ’God of Foolish Evil Play’ unexpectedly encountered an assault from an unknown Evil God. To run into such a rare occurrence—it truly is a miracle."
"Is this the ’God of Victory’s’ blessing?"
"I better seize the mont while the ’good fortune’ effect lasts and push the storyline forward. Who knows, there might be rewards waiting."
As she entertained these thoughts, the Secret Cultivation Society mber prepared to continue refreshing the text, but suddenly her fingers felt a strange numbness. Her entire body stiffened, her hair stood on end...
Having consud the flesh of an ’Ancient Dominator’ and possessing Extraordinary Power, the Secret Cultivation Society mber connected the charger to her phone.
It was leaking electricity.
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