Fusing a demigod-level item, especially one from an evil profession, feels like courting death. President, you must protect me! If anything happens, I'll curse your whole family.
Zhang Yuanqing muttered uneasily in his heart, then asked aloud, "How do I fuse it?"
The President leaned back lazily in his chair. "Open your chest and bring it close to your heart."
Zhang Yuanqing opened his inventory, grabbed the Violet Thunder Hammer, and pressed the sharp triangular spike on the handle against his chest. Just as he was about to pierce his chest cavity, he suddenly remembered something.
"Wait, the triangular spike has armor-piercing and bleeding effects. The bleeding effect of a Ruler-level item will kill me. President, can I borrow a knife?"
The President shook his head. "You don't even have a low-level weapon? So poor."
He reached into the void and pulled out a black military knife.
The disdained Yuanshi Tianzun took the military knife and cut open his chest, revealing his beating heart within the chest cavity. Warm blood stained his clothes red, and a thick, bloody smell filled the bedroom.
Zhang Yuanqing ignored the pain of opening his chest and carefully held the dark brown heart, bringing it close to the wound.
The dark brown heart in his palm instantly melted into a viscous black substance, enveloping his tender, beating heart. Zhang Yuanqing's heart was thus dyed with a pitch-black aura.
Zhang Yuanqing's thoughts exploded, his emotions exploded. The events of the past half-year flashed through his mind: the exhaustion and despair of struggling in one difficult instance after another, the fear and pain of teetering on the edge of life and death. All of it surged within him at this moment.
The death of Master Wuhen, the fact that the hotel team never got justice, Mr. at this moment fatigue, humiliation and regret, the fury and unwillingness of the Arbiters' attempt to destroy themselves, all of it rose to the surface, transforming into a torrent of negative emotions.
Zhang Yuanqing's reason collapsed under the impact of these negative emotions, and his heart filled with the impulse to destroy the world.
Just then, the President's low voice reminded him, "Circulate the power of the Sun God."
Confused, he instinctively did as he was told, circulating the power of the Sun God,
Allowing the golden light dormant within his body to awaken.
The Sun God's power, with its purification attribute, greatly alleviated the chaotic negative energy, allowing Zhang Yuanqing to regain a trace of confidence.
He knelt on the ground, his body slightly forward, panting as he looked at his chest.
The surface of his heart was completely enveloped in a pitch-black substance, some of which was flowing rapidly, frantically drilling into the heart chambers.
This pitch-black substance was still very active, showing no signs of stabilization, indicating that the fusion had just begun and was far from over.
And this was after the illusion god item had been sealed. One could only imagine how terrifying the heart was before it was sealed. Master Wuhen had tempered his heart for twenty years, and his will was already as hard as steel.
As Zhang Yuanqing admired the master's willpower, he deeply felt the great gap between himself and the big shots.
"You've passed the first stage. Focus," the President warned.
The next wave of emotional shock was about to descend, bringing a deluge of unpleasant experiences from his life: the loneliness of childhood, his mother's indifference, bullying by classmates, and the unease of living as a dependent.
The tragic, bitter, and painful emotions of his life surged within him at this moment.
Zhang Yuanqing once again felt the urge to destroy the world, to destroy himself.
"Ahhh!" he howled in pain, his facial expression completely twisted, his body flashing with chaotic starlight, and a mysterious, dreamlike nebula appearing on his forehead.
Immediately following the chaotic flashing starlight, a gray glow appeared, within which were vaguely visible faces expressing joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness. This was the manifestation of the Illusionist's spiritual power.
And the nebula mark on his forehead was also stained with a gray light, the nebula gradually twisting into a face that was a mixture of crying and laughing.
The thin power of the Sun God was suppressed within his body.
This continued for more than ten minutes, the starlight slowly dimming, and the Illusionist's nebula mark gradually transforming into a smiling face "mixed with a bitter smile."
He was being invaded by an evil force. If this continued, the Night Wanderer character card would transform into an Illusionist character card.
The President watched in silence as Zhang Yuanqing's consciousness gradually faded, his heart filled with hatred and negative emotions. Just as he was about to transform into an Illusionist, a voice chanting Buddhist mantras suddenly echoed from within the pitch-black heart.
"Life and death, endless cycles. Light and darkness, intertwined chaos. All things embrace yin and yang to find the true path. Having witnessed darkness, one should aspire to the light. Remember, remember! Amitabha!..."
This voice was gentle and deep, yet it was like a morning bell and evening drum, deafening and enlightening.
This voice was like a ray of dawn in the darkness, illuminating the truth and goodness in Zhang Yuanqing's humanity. The surging negative emotions quickly subsided, and reason returned.
The human face mark on Zhang Yuanqing's forehead faded, and the gray energy on his body returned to his heart.
"Master Wuhen," Zhang Yuanqing murmured, tears streaming down his face.
Just then, he heard the President clapping his hands. "Congratulations, fusion successful."
Zhang Yuanqing looked down and saw that the heart in his chest cavity had now turned dark brown, the pitch-black substance having solidified and dimmed, losing its vitality.
"It's done!" Zhang Yuanqing lay down on the bed, panting heavily, feeling the power of the Illusionist profession, as if it were imprinted in his genes.
First, he possessed all the skills from Illusionist to Dream Weaver, becoming a genuine dual-profession Practitioner, with the skills of the Illusionist and Night Wanderer, two peak professions, combined in one.
Second, he obtained one of the authorities of the Heart Illusion God, modifying the Spirit Realm ID. Transformation was the Illusionist's core trick, changing appearance, body shape, and aura. Even a Scout's insight technique would have difficulty piercing through it, and only the Star Official's Astrology could restrain it.
This ability, upon reaching the demigod stage, directly became the authority ability to "modify the Spirit Realm ID."
Currently, he could only modify his own Spirit Realm ID, making this function seem a bit useless.
But Zhang Yuanqing was well aware that this authority was still in the sealing stage, and the authority would gradually strengthen as the seal loosened.
Zhang Yuanqing had a vague premonition that this authority would completely recover within half a month.
It was worth looking forward to what specific functions it would possess.
It was worth mentioning that the seal on the heart was dissipating at all times. As it recovered, the invasion of evil forces would become more and more serious.
Zhang Yuanqing had to become the Lord of the Sun within 180 days to suppress the Illusion God item, or find a way to remove it before the seal was lifted.
Otherwise, he would become a fallen Night Wanderer like Ling Tuo.
"You really are full of potential. My judgment has always been good," the President said in a relaxed tone. "The illusion god item is recovering at all times. You must become a Sun Wanderer in the Killing Instance at the end of the year, or it won't wait 180 days. It will completely invade your character card and transform you into an Illusionist." After speaking, he raised his hand and snapped his fingers, disappearing from the room.
Zhang Yuanqing took off his blood-stained clothes and pants, opened the closet, and went into the bathroom to wash his body. It was already late at night, and his aunt and grandparents were all asleep.
He first gargled and then returned to the room, calling Guan Ya and Fu Qingyang to tell them he was safe. He then told Fu Qingyang everything about fusing the Illusion God's heart and the investment from the Goddess Association and the Merchant Guild.
"For you, the appearance of this item is perfectly timed. You can disguise yourself as an Illusionist overseas, and with the Illusionist's slippery and deceitful characteristics, you can retreat calmly even if you offend a Ruler. But you have so much karma on your body," Qian Gongzi cursed for the first time ever.
Reviving him once was already very difficult. The Mother Goddess's womb item could only be used once. That was the rule.
If Yuanshi died again, even gods and immortals would be helpless.
Qian Gongzi was a little tired.
"You're already annoyed with me so quickly? So love has disappeared, right?" Zhang Yuanqing complained inwardly, then said tactfully, "Don't worry, Boss, I'll be very low-key and won't cause trouble overseas."
"I hope so! It wouldn't be bad if you went to wreak havoc in the First District," Fu Qingyang asked. "When are you leaving? The funds are ready, 30 million Federal dollars. Not much, spend it sparingly. Let me know if you need more."
Converted to Hua currency, that was two small goals. Zhang Yuanqing bowed his head and said, "Thank you, Boss. Departing in three days."
After ending the call, Zhang Yuanqing lay on the bed, thinking about the preparations before going abroad. He didn't need to explain anything to his grandparents. In the family's mind, Yuanshi had hooked up with a rich girlfriend and become a kept man, enjoying his time with her and forgetting about his family.
He had originally wanted to take the whole family abroad, but then he thought that Yuanshi Tianzun had already returned to the Spirit Realm, and no one would persistently investigate the identity of a dead man.
So it was better for his grandparents and the family to stay put. He couldn't reveal the matter of his resurrection to the Five Elements Alliance and Taiyi Sect, so he didn't need to say goodbye.
"Hmm, I have to take back the props I gave to the gang members. I'm not dead, so the inheritance donation is invalid, which is reasonable and justified. Gang members can't betray each other, but I still have to borrow the Knight badge from the Boss for extra insurance."
As soon as he thought of it, he did it. Zhang Yuanqing opened the gang interface and selected the "Black Sect Mechanical City" instance, and then selected all the Saints except Asano Ryo.
Beijing, apartment building. In a warm-colored, feminine bedroom, Sun Miaomiao curled up on the bed, tossing and turning.
Ever since Yuanshi Tianzun returned to the Spirit Realm, she had been depressed, unable to muster any interest in even her favorite keyboard games.
She was sleeping less than three hours a day. Her grandfather said it was a heart disease, a mental trauma that couldn't be treated with medication. He suggested that she apply to the organization for an Illusionist to soothe her emotional trauma.
But Sun Miaomiao didn't want to do that. She didn't want to erase the trauma brought about by Yuanshi Tianzun's return to the Spirit Realm in this way. Wouldn't that be a kind of betrayal?
Just then, she heard the Spirit Realm notification sound: [Opening gang instance]
[Number 2039, Black Sect Mechanical City.]
[Difficulty level: B]
[Type: Multiplayer (Death)]
[Main quest cleared.]
[Note: Non-Spirit Realm items cannot be brought in] Sun Miaomiao sprang up from the bed, her eyes wide with shock.
In the Chaoyang District Public Security Bureau office, Zhao Chenghuang was busy with paperwork, handling the aftermath of the Heavenly Retribution Army's invasion of Beijing.
He wasn't as emotional as Sun Miaomiao. As a man who didn't often express his feelings, he would bury his sadness and regret in his heart, occasionally taking them out to taste and remember the deceased.
Most of the time, he wasn't dominated by emotions. But with the sound of the Spirit Realm notification, this man who wasn't good at expressing emotions was stunned in the office.
Opening gang instance, Black Sect Mechanical City, Number: 039.
Songhai, in the bathroom of a mechanical engineering research company, Xiahou Aotian, wearing pajamas and squatting on the toilet, suddenly froze, then revealed an unbelievable expression:
"Gang, gang instance opened? Old man, old man, what's going on?"
"How would I know? Didn't you say that gang instances can only be opened by the gang leader..." Xiahou Aotian was stunned. A crazy thought popped into his head, a thought that sent shivers down his spine.
The old man in the ring was silent for a moment, then reminded him, "Don't worry about why the gang instance opened. Are you sure you want to enter the Spirit Realm in your current state?"
In that state, Xiahou Aotian's expression changed drastically, and he pulled out a roll of toilet paper with the fastest speed of his life.
Huadu.
In the bedroom of a high-end residence, Hongjige, who was working diligently on his girlfriend, venting his depressed mood of the past few days, suddenly froze. The woman under him saw that he had stopped, but hadn't injected any energy, so she opened her eyes and asked in confusion, "What's wrong?"
Hongjige sprang up, a raging dragon emerging from its cave, searching the ground. "Wait, where are my underwear, where are my underwear?"
Crab City. Xiao Yuan, who was suffering from insomnia in a rented house, heard the Spirit Realm notification sound. She suddenly got up and stared blankly ahead, her breathing becoming increasingly steady. The words of that mysterious man echoed in her ears:
"Wait at home, there will be good news soon!"
She seemed to have a premonition of something, and her eyes instantly teared up. "Yuanshi."
Songhai.
In a bedroom with tightly closed curtains, Tianxia Guihuo, who was asleep, suddenly opened his eyes, his always calm face filled with astonishment and shock.
A fair-skinned, graceful woman was snuggling beside him. As a mature man with power, he naturally couldn't be single. Tianxia Guihuo instantly woke up, and after looking at the time, he realized that after the gang instance opened, he realized there wasn't enough time to get dressed. Without the slightest hesitation, he pushed the woman off the bed, grabbed the corner of the quilt, rolled over, and wrapped himself tightly.
Black Sect Mechanical City.
The blue sky was clear, and the clouds were like cotton candy frozen in the sky.
Zhang Yuanqing stood at the beginning of a narrow path, with dense woods in front of him and undulating, dragon-like mountains in the distance. Behind him, the fields were covered with undulating green grass, dotted with colorful wildflowers.
After waiting in silence for a moment, he saw the gang members returning from the dead, one by one appearing in his view.