1043: Chapter 1029: Martial Fight 1043: Chapter 1029: Martial Fight “So it turns out that all are upon the altar, everyone is a sacrifice, but at the sa ti, a sacrificer….”
Godless eyes cannot see mortal colors, intricate patterns, they cannot see…..but they can see the vibrations of high-dinsional resonance, the “pollutants” that squirm in the shadows forever, witnessing the world that has already subtly degenerated under ordinary life.
“…The degree of ‘corruption’ in this small world is at least two notches higher than that of Earth’s native environnt.”
The deities and god statues that others see as bright and magnificent, in his eyes, are also terrifying and eerie beasts.
He has lost the ability to pretend nothing is happening and live a peaceful life like everyone else, but he has also gained the opportunity to see the truth….”
“Eye of Truth huh…
If it were anyone else who got these eyes, they would either gouge them out or be completely sleepless, ultimately driven mad.”
Truth does not always signify correctness or benevolence, the “pretend not to see” privilege provided by the weak life forms’ instincts and senses is sothing even Lu Ping’an envies.
“…The level of ‘alien erosion’ here, is comparable to that of the Silent Mountain Range World.
Heh, this is what they call the Divine Realm?
Too bad, only I can see it…”
In fact, what others ntion as “Low-pollution World,” and “Heavy-pollution World,” for others, it is more like a situation report, a description of the potential difficulty level of the current task.
But for Lu Ping’an, what kind of polluted world it is, is clear at a glance.
“Tsk tsk tsk, it’s a bit disgusting.”
The earth is viscous and unstable, within the twisted dark clouds above, lurk bizarre giant eyes; the scenic views over the sea in others’ eyes, are Abyss Demon Caves in the eyes of Lu Ping’an.
The ground around occasionally expels so strange foggy gas, erratic materials, either entering other people’s bodies or lingering above so building.
It seems that from beneath the ground, spatial rifts, sothing is constantly erging, omnipresent, naturally unstoppable.
The entire world is always sinking slowly, like a giant vessel that has struck an iceberg.
Even those mortals…even those beauties, the skin that looks like white jade, in Lu Ping’an’s eyes, all have more or less so filth stuck to them.
This taste is not pleasant because even if you see it, touch it, you can’t change anything.
And if you look up at the world, it feels as if you’ve been swallowed by a giant beast, gradually being digested, this nauseating sensation often accompanies Lu Ping’an…Perhaps, this is also why he tends to be more friendly towards Eve and Xiao Mu.
Mortals cannot resist the erosion of contamination; they have actually mutated more or less already, it’s just that it hasn’t reached the threshold and thus cannot be exhibited, overly sensitive senses have made Lu Ping’an suffer a lot.
For professionals, the “pollution” on their bodies is often controllable, although there are various minor mutations, they are often bound by a much stricter “Order”…It is like wearing a layer of clothing, which at least feels much better to Lu Ping’an.
As for Qian Xiaomu and Eve, theirs is sowhat different; perhaps they awoke early, or they were innately quite special, being extrely “integral” from the beginning, such levels of contamination simply cannot erode them, even in the eyes of Lu Ping’an, they are still perfect…..
“….I’m a bit envious of your eyes now.”
Finding out that Lu Ping’an could easily analyze the “God Realm,” even Big Cat was quite envious.
Normal peering isn’t that simple; it not only requires a professional, but also rituals, consumables, and even risk of angering a deity at any ti.
Lu Ping’an just needs to look gently to see through everything.
“Believe , if you really saw everything I see, you would…”
Lu Ping’an paused for a mont, originally thinking that “normal people” would probably go insane right away, without enough sanity they would sooner or later not hold up, but if it’s this Big Cat, for whom “advancent” and the sacrifice of anything…
“…You’ll be even more envious, so envious that you’ll go crazy, haha.”
With just one sentence, Lu Ping’an nearly infuriated Big Cat.
But at this ti, Lu Ping’an indeed needed Big Cat’s help.
He could see, truly see the lower logic of the Secret Realm and how its rules operated; he watched what the “ritual” was guiding soone towards…
but he couldn’t understand it.
“…There’s sothing like a seesaw in the sky, existing almost like a concept…”
“…..They are betting, each person even has part of their ‘fog’ drifting up, being placed on one end of that seesaw…..”
“…It’s over…..
the ‘foggy gas’ directly moved to the other side, is it winner takes all?
Interesting, hey, that’s not right, about one-tenth hasn’t gone to the victor but has risen up to the sky…
to the maker of the Secret Realm?”
As Lu Ping’an gradually outlined the world as he saw it, not only did Big Cat listen intently, but she also occasionally asked questions, seeking more specific “images.”
“…..I think I understand now, it’s no wonder that the Deity with ‘Fate’ is one of the few; so this is how it operates.
Impressive, truly impressive.”
Big Cat marveled in amazent as well, even praising the genius design of the ritual and said…
“Lu Ping’an, you must win to the end, you’ll get much more than you can imagine.”
“Tell more, I’m intrigued.”
“Martial Destiny, I finally understand why the God of Martial Fight emphasizes the existence of so-called ‘Martial Destiny.’ They say that in their Martial Fight faction, strength is everything, right?
I also get now why those victors often rise rapidly after the contest….”
It turned out that from the beginning, this wasn’t simply a “Martial Fight” but a “high-stakes gambling fight.”
The seemingly straightforward contests of the participants were, in fact, betting their own “Martial Destiny,” while the Rich people gambling fervently were staking their own “Fortune.”
With every Martial Fight, the seesaw above the sky would split into two, drawing away the bets of destiny from both sides, and then after the “Banker” took its cut, the winner seized everything.
The Rich people who won their bets received not only the monetary rewards but also the Fortune won from their opponent.
Through this betting, the forces of fate, the so-called luck, were also constantly adjusting, the Weaker losing more, while the Strongman continued to accumulate “Martial Destiny”…
Eventually, the victor took everything.
In this process, the party taking the “cut,” the organizer of the ritual, was guaranteed to profit.
In Lu Ping’an’s eyes, that once impolite loser was clearly on the decline in Qi Yun, while the aura of the victor visibly improved, surrounded by a dauntingly powerful “Martial Destiny.”
Why the complexity?
Lu Ping’an guessed that it would be impossible to take away an opponent’s Qi Yun through normal ans, but if the holder gambled for more and “voluntarily offered” everything, it would naturally be tradable.
Through this thod, the God of Martial Fight and Its Church not only collected the “earnings” from the cut but also cultivated and churned out nurous Sons of Destiny with strong Qi Yun.
With Martial Destiny, fa and steady inco were assured, Cultivation breakthroughs stable, and even Advancent seed effortless in finding the Profession most suitable for oneself.
Being able to gamble the intangible Qi Yun, the Proper God Domineering Three Faces was far more powerful than Lu Ping’an had anticipated.
But now, for Lu Ping’an, there seed no reason to refuse…..
“Martial Destiny…
Lu Ping’an, perhaps, this is precisely what you need most right now.”
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