I’m Definitely Taking This Power-Fantasy Protagonist Role! Chapter 66

The hazy figure seemed to float in the backlight, governed by some invisible rules, making it impossible to look directly at it. After Jiang Baiyu asked this question, he suddenly changed the topic.

"I learned about the fall of an ancient god from someone else's mouth, and the source of this information seems to be an unknown cultivator who once entered the realm of the ancient gods and managed to leave successfully. How did they find out that there was an ancient god who fell in the Forbidden Wilderness, leaving behind a legacy?"

"Can I make a hypothesis that some existence told them and let them go?"

"Yes, in the memory of evil thoughts, it goes like this: a good thought saved someone and let them go, but in return, they betrayed that kindness, leaking the location of the ancient god's fall and attracting a wave after wave of coveters. The Forbidden Wilderness is turbulent, and cultivators eyeing the ancient god's legacy are like carp crossing the river, rushing forward one after another."

Jiang Baiyu said word by word, "Is the memory of evil thoughts necessarily correct?"

"This matter exists in the memory of evil thoughts, and 'good thoughts' and 'evil thoughts' are also things within that memory. If this setting doesn't exist at all, what if 'evil thoughts' just think so? Or, since 'good thoughts' and 'evil thoughts' are one entity, if one side doesn't die, the other side will be reborn even if it dies. Is this so-called 'death' really the same as the death I understand?"

"Returning to the initial question, is the 'fall of the ancient god' real, or is it just what the person who spread the news believes?"

After reviewing all the information Jiang Baiyu had gathered, he found that when he marked them with questions, the truth became elusive and not as solid as it seemed. Who said the ancient god died? Where's the evidence? What if they were just hibernating, taking a nap?

They said that the evil thoughts he and Lin Zhao Ren turned into mush outside the temple, while the good thoughts inside were the biggest basis for the fragments of evil thoughts' memories. Besides memories, is there any other evidence to prove this? It might just be a misleading option thrown out to mislead others into making wrong judgments.

He and the good thoughts were evenly matched in power, so they each occupied their territories, not entering the temple. Perhaps the truth is that the watchdog isn't qualified to enter the temple.

Look, there's not a single thing that is backed by solid evidence; the only thing that can be confirmed is that He is very strong.

Jiang Baiyu raised his hand to touch his brow, his tone becoming calm, "Remind me that the evil thoughts are about to revive, and it was also you who pulled Lin Zhao Ren into the illusion world."

"Both he and I have devoured and absorbed fragments of 'evil thoughts.' Why would 'evil thoughts' necessarily choose Lin Zhao Ren as the vessel for revival? Since I was also pulled into the illusion because I hold the same fragments, it means I could also become its vessel for revival. This question itself contains a trap of confusion. If I really think everything has nothing to do with me and focus all my attention on Lin Zhao Ren with an attitude of detachment, then this illusion would be the place where I eternally sleep."

"You are really cunning. If I had answered well just now, would you have immediately called for 'evil thoughts' to revive within me?"

"Good and evil are just a thought away. You can be a good thought, and naturally, you can also be an evil thought."

Jiang Baiyu couldn't see His face clearly, not knowing what kind of gaze or expression He was using to look at him at that moment, but He must be in a good mood.

Because He leaned closer, reached out, and gently cupped his cheek, as if examining him carefully.

The other party's hazy figure wasn't large, yet it made Jiang Baiyu feel an inexplicable sense of fear, as if an immensely tall giant had suddenly crouched down to scrutinize him, this tiny ant, with a gaze that contained endless intimidation.

He was struck by a fear of giants.

He didn't look for too long; suddenly, a series of icons popped up in front of Jiang Baiyu, revealing the skill icons of the Guantian Pavilion sect. This interface was something he had only seen while playing games, and after transforming into reality, everything had been adjusted. He didn't expect to see it again.

A celestial voice drilled into his mind, stirring up turbulent waves.

"Choose."

Jiang Baiyu's body stiffened, unable to believe it, yet it was entirely reasonable.

After a brief moment of blankness, a bold guess emerged in his heart.

"Divination." Jiang Baiyu uttered the name of the skill.

Yes, the name of this skill was indeed called divination, simple and straightforward. It was a support skill that could grant himself and his teammates beneficial buffs and apply debuffs to others. After transforming into reality, it could predict fortune and misfortune, providing hints based on the questions he asked.

As soon as he spoke, he saw the skill icon for "Divination" burst forth with intense light, and the fragments of memories in his mind surged like boiling water, transforming into countless pieces of information that rapidly expanded. Soon, he felt a splitting headache, unable to bear such a massive influx of information.

A warm sensation rose in his brow, protecting his spiritual sea, flowing into his limbs and circulating towards his dantian.

Jiang Baiyu could feel something undergoing a transformation; this experience was so wonderful and incredible.

The hazy shadow seemed to be disappearing, gradually turning into light points that scattered away.

He reached out, wanting to hold on, but passed through without grasping anything, shouting, "Tell me what they are!"

"They are silhouettes drawn from the river of time."

With this sentence, the light points completely vanished.

Jiang Baiyu returned to beneath the thorn tree, cold liquid dripping from above.

The disparity in their sizes was too great; pondering His motives was meaningless. It was better to think about what to do next.

The memory fragments that had occupied his spiritual sea were gone, transformed into energy packs for his upgrade. His mother was quite generous; he could feel that his soul had been strengthened to match the level of the "Star Inquiry Map."

He wondered what the divination skill had become after being enhanced by his mother; he needed to find a target to experiment with.

Jiang Baiyu struggled to get up, leaning against the trunk of the thorn tree. Fortunately, not the entire tree was a spiked club; otherwise, there would be nowhere to lean. His body still ached, exhausted and heavily injured. The pain that had weakened with his mother's appearance returned as she disappeared.

His head was spinning; he had scraped his face when he fell from the tree, and it burned fiercely, warm liquid trickling down.

This broken body was utterly useless.

Jiang Baiyu wiped the blood that had smeared over his eyes, his hands covered in glaring red.

Silhouettes drawn from the river of time sounded grand and filled with immense information.

This was not a simple illusion; everything followed real history. What Lin Zhao Ren knew and didn't know would all be recreated here.

With mysterious and unpredictable means, it almost constructed a parallel space.

Such high-intensity reality and freedom meant that it didn't necessarily follow the conclusions he knew. He originally had no information advantage, and now even the last bit of clues had become muddled.

Jiang Baiyu had healing pills, but they were now gone. He didn't know where his storage bag had fallen; perhaps it was lost when he was blown away, or maybe it was dropped when the monster bird carried it back to its nest. His wounds were bleeding profusely, his spiritual power exhausted, and the restrictions of the secret realm piled up, pressing down heavily, basically setting him on a path to death.

But Jiang Baiyu didn't want to die.

His survival instinct surged, and a light bulb went off in his head.

He decided to be a little guinea pig and personally experience what was extraordinary about the divination skill after his mother upgraded it.

It was known that healing and mana recovery were hindered due to the restrictions of the secret realm. He would use magic to defeat magic, granting himself a layer of beneficial buffs to counteract the restrictions of the secret realm.

Once divination was cast, he would know whether it worked or not!

In an instant, Jiang Baiyu felt refreshed; the dizziness disappeared, the weakness faded, and all his injuries felt like they had been treated with a small pill. With each breath, he stabilized and recovered, the dried-up meridians flowing with spiritual power, gently and carefully repairing the damage, while his dantian pumped spiritual power vigorously.

From being weak and waiting for death to radiating vitality, it only took one divination.

He could even see his current state: two words—great fortune.

How wonderful!

This was why he chose a support skill!

Attack, movement, crowd control, interruption, and defense were all active skills, while only support skills provided passive buffs. From a certain perspective, the first five options could be improved through personal cultivation, but enhancing divination would be much more challenging than any of them.

The first thing Jiang Baiyu did after recovering was to jump up the thorn tree and retrieve the bodies of the disciples from the Yuheng Sect that were impaled on the giant thorns.

They were neatly arranged on the ground, a total of ten.

In addition to the Yuheng Sect, there were also disciples from other sects impaled on the giant thorns, along with various animal corpses from the secret realm, densely packed, making one’s scalp tingle.

The terrain here was high, with strong winds. Those impaled on the giant thorns would quickly turn into dried meat strips after being exposed to the sun and wind.

Jiang Baiyu carefully examined the bodies, and when it came to one of them, he felt particularly low.

If only he had acted just a little earlier, perhaps he could have saved their life.

Maybe it was just because they had just died not long ago, and the body still had warmth; perhaps they had just taken their last breath, alive and kicking, only to be impaled on the giant thorns by the monster bird, losing blood and warmth, gradually gasping their last in pain and fear.

Now, there was no way to know the answer.

Each body bore signs of brutal torture; the perpetrator was extremely cruel, taking pleasure in tormenting them. Jiang Baiyu also checked the bodies of the other sect disciples, and the methods were similar; they all died from torture. Thus, it could be inferred that the number of culprits was definitely more than one person; it should have been a group effort.

The various sect cultivators who entered the Yuan Ancient Secret Realm were all invited, and with such a poisonous snake hidden inside, how could they not be vigilant?

How long had it been since the explosion blast had thrown him away? What had happened afterward?

Had they already found the divine treasure?

Before finding the divine treasure, its existence was an unknown; even the Yuheng Sect couldn't definitively say it existed. Exposing the true face would be of no benefit and would only provoke public anger, becoming a target for everyone.

After finding the divine treasure, the poisonous snake hidden among the crowd would naturally start to bite, eliminating competitors and monopolizing the divine treasure; it was that simple.

The Yuheng Sect had the heart to present the Yuan Ancient Secret Realm and invite everyone to share the opportunities, but others might not have such generosity.

As long as they killed all competitors, what happened after they got out would depend solely on their words.

The poisonous snake tearing off its skin to bite people, but the Yuheng Sect was not to be trifled with. Before making this decision, they must have considered this possibility.

Since they still made this decision, it proved that the Yuheng Sect believed the benefits outweighed the drawbacks and had compelling reasons to do so.

Jiang Baiyu searched around and found a storage bag on one of the nearby disciples, placing the bodies one by one inside, whether they were from the Yuheng Sect or other sects. He also rummaged through the monster bird's nest to see if there were any surprises, and he really found some good stuff, stuffing it all into the storage bag.

Even the monster bird's eggs were completely looted.

One by one, the storage bags hung at his waist, his clothes tattered, resembling a beggar with nine bags.

Jiang Baiyu stood at the edge of the Sword Mountain, took a deep breath, and was about to jump when he suddenly stopped. He cupped his hands around his mouth, using spiritual power to shout with all his might down the mountain.

"Master~ where~ are~ you?"

"Senior~ Brother~ where~ are~ you?"

"I'm~ at~ the~ foot~ of~ Sword~ Mountain~ come~ quickly~ help~ me!"