Chapter 290 If I'm lucky, I'll become a [Life Forger] in three days.
"Tap—"
KUKA's
footsteps echoed in the quiet corridor.
The three of them, Paroxetine, walked out of the medical association.
"Faced with the troubles troubling patients, we can only watch helplessly as they struggle on their own, seeing if they can get through it, instead of trying to save them—"
The big-headed, short man, Sertraline, shook his head:
"
Yeah, that's part of the doctor's fun, isn't it?" "
Really—" Paroxetine shook her head: "No medical ethics."
At this moment, the skinny, small-headed man, Fluoxetine, said coldly, "Our medical ethics is to help His Highness monitor Lord Sloth and ensure his stability and control at all times."
"Of course—don't forget to always show respect and loyalty to Lord Sloth."
"As long as he remains loyal to His Highness, we will always be Lord Sloth's most loyal subordinates."
"Hmm." Paroxetine nodded.
"Unless—" Paroxetine licked her lips, a strange flush rising to her face, her eyes seemingly filled with anticipation.
"The day the patient becomes disobedient, we can—"
Her words trailed off.
Because the skinny little man [Fluoxetine] solemnly warned, "Don't let His Highness see your expectations, and don't try to incite Sloth to rebel or do anything unnecessary—"
"I know you like to have fun, but His Highness truly places great hopes on Lord Sloth."
He said earnestly, "It's necessary to remind you that in His Highness's grand plan, our importance is far less than that of Lord Sloth.
"Or rather, all the meaning of our existence comes from Lord Sloth."
"If one day he really needs us to 'cure' his illness, then after that, we people will also—" His
voice trailed off, and [Fluoxetine] couldn't help but glance back at the long, silent tunnel behind him.
It seems everyone has their own agenda.
Even when facing His Highness the Holy Son, their "loyalty" is calculated.
This is the Blood Cult.
They are loyal to their own desires and ambitions, and can honestly face all their own secrets.
Self-interest is paramount; everything they say and do is for personal gain, and ultimately all their thoughts converge under the banner of the ideal of "the day the raven sings in quietude, the day the blood moon returns to the earth."
Footsteps echoed as the three slowly departed into the long tunnel.
Behind them, at the end of the deathly silent tunnel, in the hall of the Medical Association, the Holy Son of the Blood Cult sat alone.
The echoes from the tunnel faintly emanated; perhaps he heard the conversation of the three, Paroxetine, or perhaps he didn't.
The Holy Son remained silent, simply sitting in the shadow of the Needle Throne.
"Buzz—"
Above his head, the octopus-like brain suddenly twitched twice, invisible ripples spreading out, unstable waves seemingly about to erupt.
The Holy Son showed a pained expression.
"Pfft!"
Behind and beneath him, needles emerged and injected into his body.
Gradually, his brain quieted down, returning to stillness.
Beneath the densely packed hanging glass jars, in the empty center of the church, the Holy Son sat on his throne, like a motionless statue.
Despite the needles piercing his body, his expression was relaxed.
It seemed he, too, was a "patient."
At the Blood Worship Cult's headquarters, almost at the opposite end of the Seven Sins Hall, stood a massive complex of buildings.
At the center of this complex was a colossal, five-colored building resembling the Seven Sins Hall, and the equally massive five-colored complex was built beneath it, like a proliferating tumor.
Within those buildings, there was gurgling black water, swampy, rotting wood shrouded in poisonous mist, scattered remnants of rusted gold, blazing dark red flames, and viscous, spreading filthy earth.
In the center of the entirely black building complex, there is a courtyard marked by a black eye.
—The
place reeks of sewage; black, foul-smelling water flows freely, and deep darkness shrouds everything.
This is the heart of the infamous Five-Colored Eyes Clan, the Black Eyes Clan.
Deep within the courtyard stands a shrine seemingly constructed from piled-up black coral. The coral branches of the eaves are densely covered with bells, each made of dried bone. Whenever someone walks by, they ring out with a clattering sound, the bones rattling.
The clattering of these bones, combined with the overall effect, creates a particularly eerie atmosphere.
A few scattered people pass by these bone wind chimes, gathering at
the shore of a silent, dark lake in front of the coral shrine.
The lake's water is exceptionally viscous, reeking of a foul stench, and possesses a strange power that seems to stagnate and suppress even human thought.
It's less a black lake and more like a
cesspool.
At all times, the surface of the septic tank remained perfectly still. Occasionally, bubbles would rise from the depths and burst, accompanied by a piercing, shrill cry, like that of a drowning person. The sound was shrill and terrifying, and terrified faces could be vaguely seen rising and falling like the tide beneath the black water.
Beside the black lake stood a man with a somber air.
He stood there on the gleaming black water, his feet submerged, seemingly lifted by buoyancy.
His long black robe with gold patterns hung down, its hem soaked in the foul-smelling water, yet the robe itself seemed to be continuously absorbing the black water, the immense suction creating viscous ripples and bubbling bubbles around him.
The man appeared to be in his thirties, with long, greasy, foul-smelling black hair that cascaded down his shoulders.
But his eyes were striking—pure black with no white showing, like two bottomless ancient wells, making one hesitant to look at them.
Several people on the shore bowed respectfully to him, reporting something.
The man remained calm, silently listening to the voices from the shore amidst the bubbling and exploding black water around him.
The black-clad boy knelt and cried, "Young Master! They've gone too far!"
"Who in the Blood Worship Cult doesn't know I'm your page?"
"That lazy fellow insulted me like that, isn't that a slap in your face?"
The black-clad boy pounded the floor, wailing, "You have no idea what they've said about you."
"They said if the Black-Eyed Clan had no one, they could train them for you," "
They said the Young Master's Five-Colored Eyes were all just boasting—"
"They also said—"
After embellishing the story for a while, the black-clad boy hesitated, not daring to utter the exact words of the madmen.
"What else did they say?" Someone beside the boy shouted sharply, their face showing shock and anger.
"They said you're a pig!"
the child mustered his courage. "They said, 'Get the hell out of here!' "
Beside the child, an elder of the family, the eldest son's uncle, stared in disbelief. He was involved too? The shore of Blackwater Lake was silent for a good half-minute, the oppressive stillness like the calm before a storm. "Splash—" The ripples of the black water broke the silence. The eldest son slowly turned on the black water, casting his gaze upon the child. In his pure black pupils, devoid of white, there was no anger or murderous intent, only a stillness like the Blackwater Lake itself, carrying a deep, terrifying darkness that dared not be looked at directly. He spoke slowly, his voice low and deliberate, each word carrying an undeniable, chilling weight. "Sloth—the new Seven Deadly Sins?" he uttered slowly, as if carefully chewing each word. On the shore, an old man stepped forward, bowed, and reported, "Yes, it is said that it has been certified by the Gospels, thus opening the Hall of the Seven Sins." The eldest son turned his head to look, the corners of his mouth seemingly twitching twice, as if he were smiling, but it was anything but friendly, like the subconscious, muscle-memory smile of a hunter hearing the movement of its prey. "—Interesting," he said. At this moment, another elder stepped forward, his first words delivered in the practiced style of the older generation: "The Black-Eyed Clan has never suffered such provocation. They're blaspheming the Five-Colored-Eyed Clan! This is a desecration of the Five Elders' Council! It's tantamount to a rebellion against our Blood Worship Cult!" In the blink of an eye, the new Sloth was promoted three ranks and a host of accusations were leveled against him. The elder continued in a deep voice, "All the cultists are watching us make a fool of ourselves, waiting to see our reaction." "This is no ordinary provocation, Young Master. We must strike hard!" "Yes, Third Uncle, I understand." The Young Master nodded slowly, then asked calmly, "How many days until the Demon Assembly?" The elder, addressed as Third Uncle, replied, "Three days from now." "Three days—" The Young Master shook his head: "A long wait, but a few more days won't make a difference." "It's obvious that neither that ambitious Holy Son nor this new Sloth has realized that this is no longer the era of the Seven Sins Academy thirty years ago, nor even the era of the previous cult leader—" "It is the era of the Five Elders." He spoke softly, "If the dragon is going to coil, the tiger will crouch; the Five Elders and the Five-Colored Eyes are the current dominant forces." "If they don't understand this principle, then teach them properly—once they feel the pain, they will naturally understand." His voice grew softer and softer, and the "Eldest Prince" did not continue. But all the retainers on the shore felt a chilling coldness rise from their feet, slowly spreading through their hearts. This was the cold dampness of the Blackwater; water can nourish everything, but the Blackwater can devour and obliterate all things. "However—" Another elder stepped forward, his old face showing a hint of worry as he hesitated to speak, "This newcomer's strength seems quite extraordinary. As the successor of the Seven Sins appointed by His Highness the Holy Son, he has probably put a lot of effort into this Sloth." "Although you are a quasi-Fate Forger above the title level," you have not yet completed the final Fate Forging Ceremony. If that kid—" Faced with the elder's worry, the Eldest Prince remained silent. But unseen by the crowd, the eldest son, with his cold expression, subtly twitched his right index finger behind his back. "Splash—" On the viscous, foul-smelling lake surface, strands of water seemed to bloom, and a disheveled, pale corpse emerged, drifting downstream. "This is—?" The crowd's expressions turned to astonishment, then someone recognized the corpse.
"It's Zhong Mubai, the Deputy Director of the Anomaly Investigation Bureau who disappeared for over a month and was recruited by them—the Fate Forger [Blood Seal Judge]!"
Zhong Mubai, the [Blood Seal Judge], a renowned Level 6 or higher expert, formerly known as the [Soul Chaser Judge], became infamous after being recruited by the Anomaly Investigation Bureau. He eradicated the illegal cult from which he originated and ruthlessly suppressed any unofficial extraordinary individuals, earning him the title of "Living Yama."
A month ago, he investigated a case, tracing the trail all the way to the Lower City, before disappearing without a trace.
Now, his corpse has surfaced from the Blackwater Lake of the Black Pupil lineage. His body is pale and swollen, almost unrecognizable. His left arm is severed at the root, and his body is rotting, as if bitten by something. His eyes have been gouged out, leaving only black holes, bearing a striking resemblance to the eldest young master's black pupils.
"Was it—was it you who did this?"
The elders looked at the eldest young master in disbelief, their faces filled with a mixture of surprise and joy.
"God bless my Black-Eyed Clan! God bless the Five-Colored Eyes!"
"With Your Highness's strength, that little bit of laziness is nothing, nothing at all!"
Facing the crowd's reactions, standing beside the floating corpse, the eldest son's expression remained calm, as if these were all insignificant matters: "I don't advance to the Forging Realm simply because I have ambition and don't want to become mediocre."
"But that doesn't mean that the title can be confused with me."
He said calmly, "Even if it's a title bestowed by fate, or the infancy of the artificial King of Desires!"
Saying that, he gave another order: "On the day of the Demon Assembly, please invite the other heads of the Five-Colored Eyes Clan to attend the ceremony."
"Perhaps, we've been used to keeping a low profile for too long, to the point that people have forgotten—forgotten how the Five-Colored Eyes Clan stood at the top of the Blood Worship Cult."
Deep within the eldest son's dark eyes, an incomparably terrifying darkness seemed to be brewing:
"In a day or three, everyone will see
the consequences of provoking the Black-Eyed Clan."
The words fell.
Above the eaves of the ancestral hall, bone bells hanging from coral branches suddenly rang several times in unison, their rustling sounds overlapping.
Then they fell silent again.
"Achoo—"
Deep in the long tunnel, in a room belonging to indolence, Bai Zhou couldn't help but sneeze.
"I feel like a lot of people are plotting against me." Bai Zhou rubbed his eyes a couple of times.
"The Holy Son who wants me to establish my authority and see my performance, the Five-Colored Eyes family with whom I just formed an enmity, the three Holy Son lackeys from [Parositine] who are actually monitors but are actually subordinates, and the mysterious Five Elders whose true intentions and attitudes are unclear— "
Bai Zhou counted on his fingers, then shook his head and sighed.
"It's troublesome. Everyone has ulterior motives, everyone is scheming against each other, using each other—"
"But there's one advantage, something that other places don't have."
After a day of observation, Bai Zhou realized: "In this place, strength ultimately reigns supreme."
There is no order here, no law, and morality is cheaper than fries.
As long as you have big fists, you can yell at those villains through a megaphone until they call you father, it doesn't matter.
"So, what exactly are you planning to do?"
Facing Raven's question, Bai Zhou blinked twice, giving his answer through a telepathic ritual.
"If I'm lucky, I will become a Fate Forger at the Demon Assembly."
—Through my sweat and effort!
He was like a child making a wish on a birthday cake, or a mysterious, unconfident man, his words brimming with a certainty that left Teacher Ya bewildered and unable to comprehend: "Even if my luck isn't that good, in three days, a typical Zero-Fate Forging Master shouldn't be a match for me." Then
, Bai Zhou glanced at the old-fashioned clock in the room, looking at the hour hand showing half an hour until midnight, and silently murmured a title he had never forgotten: "King of Battle—"
Now, Bai Zhou finally had the right to monetize resources he couldn't in the past.
For example, the challenge only titled adventurers could unlock—"Gladiator Arena, [King of Battle] Title Challenge!"
—and a spirit-name treasure that matched the King of Battle title.
And the Fate Contract that best suited both
!
291 Seven Trials, Only Success is Allowed! (5k)
"What do you mean—if you're lucky, you'll become a Fate Forger in three days?"
Even with Crow's experience, he couldn't understand what Bai Zhou was talking about.
At this moment, the girl with the strange expression looked at the seemingly confident Bai Zhou, hesitating to speak: "Having ideals is a good thing, but we can't forget that just an hour ago, you became a Titled Chosen One—
"
"In fact, I think you might not be aware that between a Titled Chosen One and a Fate Forger, there is a 'quasi-Fate Forger' level."
Crow said, "Fate Forgers at this level have perfected their divine will domain to its current limit and taken the corresponding Fate Forger potion. They only need the final ritual to completely digest the potion's power and advance to become true Fate Forgers!"
"Many geniuses will stay at this level before forging their Fate, because they haven't found their ideal Fate Forger ritual.
" "
Take the potion, complete the ritual, and then forge your Fate."
This process is remarkably similar to the initial awakening of destiny by those destined for greatness, transforming them into chosen ones
. That is their first awakening, altering their fate.
The so-called "forging of destiny" is the threshold from "the strong among humans" to "transcendent," a second awakening and a rebirth.
"Specifically, a quasi-forging master can be understood as a quasi-king of desires, the level of the principal at Dream Realm Middle School in the Reflection Ruins," Crow
continued. "You should know how vast the gap is between an ordinary titled extraordinary being and that principal—
"
Hearing this, Bai Zhou's heart skipped a beat.
Leaving aside the principal who escaped the Ruins Realm and was reborn
, back in the Ruins Realm, how easily he faced three titled extraordinary beings, as if toying with them.
He even managed to escape from Deputy Director Liu's sneak attack with Thunderous Heavenly Bow!
Even now, Bai Zhou could never match the ease and grace of the principal back then.
"Just now, my crow went out for a stroll and gathered some information."
Raven's eyes were deep and earnest as she earnestly warned, "There's some bad news, but it's not unexpected. That eldest son of the Black-Eyed Clan is a prospective Fate Forger.
" "
In fact, he's already capable of killing a true Zero-Fate Fate Forger; his strength is truly extraordinary!"
A prospective Fate Forger!
Capable of killing a Zero-Fate Fate Forger!
Raven's intelligence, carrying a strong sense of crisis, swept over Bai Zhou: "It's foreseeable that he and the Five-Colored Eyes Clan behind him will launch an attack on you on the day of the Demon Assembly."
"This also involves multiple power struggles between the Five Elders, the Seven Sins, and the Holy Son; it's unavoidable."
"That's precisely why I'm so worried about you, being at the center of this storm."
Raven frowned, "—You must be prepared for this!"
"It's troublesome—"
Through the telepathic ritual, Bai Zhou sighed, "But, precisely because of this, I have even more reason to create my own Fate Forging Elixir." "
However, of course, the answers cannot be found in this world,"
Bai Zhou slowly replied. "Like the Chosen Ones, each one is a master of 'escaping reality,' right?"
"Escape reality—?" Ya's expression faltered slightly, then, like Bai Zhou before him, his gaze fell upon the old-fashioned clock hanging on the wall not far away.
The hands pointed to 11:35 PM, the hour and minute hands about to intersect at the number 12.
Ya suddenly understood.
The Chosen Ones' questions naturally sought answers in the Reflection Ruins.
That misty land, hiding countless secrets, opportunities, and dangers.
Especially Bai Zhou.
"It seems that although you can't forge destiny yet—you already have a plan in place."
Raven gave Bai Zhou a deep look. "I hope destiny is on your side again, and I hope you can return safely and deliver another unexpected result."
"To be honest, things are quite complicated, and I'm not entirely confident." Bai Zhou shook his head. "
But I will try my best."
"Since becoming a destiny forger can solve most of the problems you're currently facing, there's no reason for me to stop here just because I've just advanced to level 6."
As he spoke, Bai Zhou examined his own divine will domain and muttered, "Thanks to the forging of the Super Divine Will Domain, I was able to ascend to the limit of Title Level 6 in one step—if the Divine Will Domain were to continue to improve, I myself would be the first to die from overexertion."
"Everyone underestimates me."
Bai Zhou raised his head, his eyes flashing, "Even now, I should be able to compete with so-called quasi-Fate Forgers. I have real qualifications and reasons to look to the future."
"However, my current plan is to at least become a quasi-Fate Forger first—" "
—That's the philosophy of the apple."
"The philosophy of the apple?" Crow glanced sideways upon hearing this, looking at Bai Zhou with a hint of doubt.
Fang Xiaoxia had just finished talking about the philosophy of dogs—and you have the philosophy of apples here?
Are we some kind of philosophy club?
Crow suspected that Bai Zhou was about to tell the story of Sister Li laying out four apples again—she had heard Bai Zhou tell this story a hundred times already.
"Back then, Sister Li put four apples on the table and asked me—"
Sure enough, Bai Zhou began his story again with the same familiar opening: "So later I felt that perhaps the story Sister Li told about apples contained not only the truth about gravity when the apples fell, but also the principles of being a person before the apples ripened and fell." "
What?" Crow raised an eyebrow, somewhat curious.
"For example, the reason why apples can grow so tall and so sweet, unlike ugly oranges, is because they never think about the problems of oranges, or even their own problems."
"They just climb the ladder of sunlight all the way up the tree,"
Bai Zhou said. "That's the philosophy of apples, and perhaps it applies to those who walk in the mystical world."
Hearing this, Crow was somewhat speechless.
Well said.
But what does this have to do with Sister Li putting four apples on the table?
It wasn't just this one thing. Looking back, Crow suddenly realized that Bai Zhou had always been grateful to this person and that person along the way, grateful for Crow's teachings, grateful for Liu Zhen's exemplary conduct, grateful for the monster's treachery, and even grateful for Major Luo's coercion.
Everything contributed to Bai Zhou's growth. Even watching ants carrying food on the roadside, this child could glean some insight.
The boy, fresh from Wancheng to this world, found everything novel and fascinating, grateful for all his experiences, viewing everything as his teacher, like a greedy sponge absorbing all influences.
Those people, those events—did they even teach you these things?
It's hard to say.
But—
"Perhaps it's precisely these kinds of people who are the best adventurers."
Teacher Crow was silent for a while, then suddenly exclaimed out of the blue, "Adventurers chase exciting adventures, but for truly excellent adventurers, every adventure is filled with unavoidable excitement." "
No matter how big or small,"
Crow said, "If I were your examiner, I would stamp your approval right now, allowing you to complete the adventurer's final exam and advance to the next level of trial participant!"
"W-why are you suddenly praising me?" Bai Zhou felt bewildered, and at the same time, a little embarrassed.
Perhaps it was the lingering shadow of his grueling teaching days; Bai Zhou, a novice student always feeling inadequate, was both expectant and unaccustomed to Crow's praise.
"Perhaps, it's because—"
Raven raised an eyebrow slightly, looking at Bai Zhou: "Thank you for sharing your 'apple' with me?"
Twenty-five minutes could be long, long enough for Bai Zhou to take a shower in his room. Yet,
it could also be short, too short for Bai Zhou to fully understand the knowledge he had gained from the crown.
This so-called strongest method of forging destiny—obtained only after Bai Zhou unlocked the first seal of the crown and was recognized by the giants—
seemed vastly different from the normal method of forging destiny that Raven had described to him
!
—According
to Raven's description, although the quality of the potion and the effectiveness of the ritual varied, the methods of forging destiny were largely the same.
First, gather the materials for the potion, whether it be a talking octopus from the Reflection Ruins, a certain roaring and screaming cabbage, or the heartwood of a willow tree that attacks.
Then, grind, crush, and boil these potion materials into a potion using various methods.
If, when Raven first awakened his destiny, he could use special rituals to turn potions into inexpensive and delicious golden ramen—now, when it comes to potions for forging destiny, the selection and collection of materials must be of the highest quality.
So-called superior potions for forging destiny require extremely high-quality materials—but such conditions are extremely demanding; either the potion's formula is rare, or the superior materials are hard to find.
Therefore, as a last resort, one can only use inferior potions for forging destiny—a phenomenon frequently seen in the mystical world.
After brewing the potion, the final forging ritual takes place.
That is, at a special time and place, certain specific ceremonies are held to complete the final digestion of the potion, forging a personal destiny independent of the world's fate.
In the Western Federation, some schools of thought refer to this personal destiny as—
personal reality!
Specifically, these rituals could be held at midnight on the night of the full moon, at a cemetery where 999 people are buried, to pray to the moonlight.
It could also be done in the eye of the storm, floating on the waves on a wooden plank, offering three withered octopus heads as a sacrifice, praying for the ocean's favor.
In short, it imposes extremely strict requirements on the time, place, ritual materials, and ritual actions.
This is Fate Forging.
Because no detail can be wrong, the importance of system inheritance is highlighted.
Incompatible Fate Forging potions and rituals, or mediocre Fate Forging methods, will all lead to Fate Forging failure; even if successful by chance, the future is destined to be a loss.
———This should be the case according to common sense.
Even the Fate Forging method of the Trojan civilization would not be surprising.
However, the Fate Forging method that Bai Zhou obtained from the crown completely contradicts this common sense—even to the point of being unorthodox and incomprehensible!
That ancient and mysterious civilization's understanding and development of the adventurer's path has reached a level that is incomprehensible to outsiders.
In the eyes of that ancient civilization, where conquest and expansion were ingrained in their very being, an adventurer's personal destiny should not be obtained through rituals of praying to fate, nor through the gifts of magic potions.
—Adventurers are always rule breakers!
Based on this almost arrogant understanding, the sages of that civilization, at the [Trialist] level of the adventurer's path, deduced a feasible and incredible method of forging destiny!
They discovered that the so-called "potions" in conventional destiny-forging methods were essentially nothing more than forcibly injecting extraordinary external characteristics into the body, then taming and assimilating them into oneself through ritual.
This was a passive transformation and evolution, and the personal destiny forged through it was ultimately limited by the quality of the materials and the specifications of the ritual.
However, in that civilization's understanding, the [Trialist] was different—they believed that the core of the [Trialist] should not be "acquisition," but "experience."
Thus, on this basis, they proposed an inconceivable path:
using trials as potions, and using rituals to achieve sublimation!
Completing seven trials, traversing seven hells, and finally using rituals to achieve self-integration and the ultimate leap, one achieves the personal destiny known as the "King of a Thousand Chariots"!
Or rather—the most incredible personal reality capable of distorting true reality!
Therefore, this must be a unique method of forging destiny belonging only to adventurers, and only those chosen by fate on this path are qualified to attempt it.
This unorthodox method of forging destiny does not require adventurers to collect talking octopuses and roaring cabbages, nor does it require them to pray for the mercy of the moonlight and the ocean—
but it does require adventurers to face multiple soul-tearing extreme challenges, breaking through their limits and achieving personal transformation in each incredible trial!
[First Trial: Bloodstained Battle, King of a Hundred Battles!]
[Second Trial: Standing on the Snow Peak, Fighting Eagles in the Sky!]
[Third Trial: Traversing the Storm, Riding the Waves with Whales!]
[Fourth Trial: Crossing the Abyss, Discussing the Dao with Corpses in the Dry Tomb!]
As he read, Bai Zhou's expression became almost numb.
Even without reading the specific descriptions, just looking at the general questions, one could easily imagine the difficulty of these trials.
"It's so similar—it really is!"
At this moment, Bai Zhou suddenly thought of the art club members' role-playing of the various deeds of past painters, and then a thought popped into his head.
—
"These trials—"
really are like the glorious deeds of heroes and demigods in those adventure legends!
"Could this also be a kind of role-playing—?"
Bai Zhou pondered.
These trials can undoubtedly allow adventurers to break through their own limits of destiny.
Each successful trial is like the injection of a special magic potion.
Each leap over the limit is an adventurer completing a challenge against fate.
In the constant challenges, personal reality can completely distort the real reality, and personal destiny achieves its final sublimation!
However, what these trials have in common is—
difficulty!
Deadly difficulty!
But while they are difficult, they also have an advantage that is different from the conventional method of destiny forging—
the conventional method of destiny forging requires staying in the pre-destiny forging state for a long time.
Only when everything is ready and one has successfully forged their personal destiny can one become a new destiny forger, starting from zero destiny.
However, the special method of forging destiny in Bai Zhou's hands is different.
His personal destiny, throughout the entire forging master stage, is in a state of pending forging, like a rough embryo being tempered, ready to be perfected at any time.
In other words, Bai Zhou's personal destiny can be upgraded again at any time after he advances to forge destiny, based on the completion of the seven trials! First
forge destiny! Then forge destiny!
Specifically—
according to the knowledge Bai Zhou received, after completing the first trial, he is equivalent to entering the quasi-forging destiny level of those who have taken potions through other means but haven't undergone the ritual.
Completing the second trial allows him to initially forge his personal destiny, becoming a true forging master!
However, forging masters at this level do not possess "noble destiny" or "great noble destiny," only equivalent to the mediocre forging destiny of those extraordinary through other means.
When Bai Zhou completes the fourth trial, his personal destiny will transform into the level of "noble destiny."
When Bai Zhou completes the sixth trial, his personal destiny will transform into the level of "great noble destiny"!
By the seventh trial, his personal destiny would be infinitely close to the strongest destiny-forging inheritance of the King of a Thousand Chariots—Troy—and he would barely reach that level.
At this stage, Bai Zhou could easily use rituals to unify himself, complete the ultimate leap, and forge that legendary supreme destiny of ruling all nations and commanding all paths!
During these trials, Bai Zhou could advance on the path of the destiny forger at any time, learning destiny contracts and completing the advancement from zero destiny to one or two destinys—
he could undergo trials at any time during his entire destiny forger stage as a [Trialist], without needing to achieve it all at once.
"It feels like playing a hero in an epic myth, collecting achievements—"
Bai Zhou muttered to himself.
Each achievement brought him one step closer to becoming a glorious hero in the epic?
Frankly, there were advantages and disadvantages.
The disadvantages were undeniable; compared to collecting potion materials, challenging these trials was true hell, and the danger was beyond description.
Perhaps this was also why this destiny-forging method didn't require the chosen one to achieve it all at once.
Bai Zhou had every reason to suspect that even with this method of forging destiny,
there were many in history who, stopping at the first few trials, could only forge a personal destiny equivalent to a noble destiny!
However, the benefits were also obvious—
once Bai Zhou completed the first two trials, he could directly advance and become a true destiny forger!
Bai Zhou already had plans for the first trial.
[First Trial: Bloodstained Battle, Hundred Battles to Reign Supreme!]
The Trojan gladiatorial arena was the perfect place for a hundred battles!
Bai Zhou was heading there.
"Ding—"
The honest clock on the wall chimed softly.
Under the tense yet expectant gazes of Ya and Fang Xiaoxia, Bai Zhou sat cross-legged in the center of several flames, chanting a spell in front of a mirror:
"AbreteSesamo!"
Sesame, open the door.
"Whoosh—"
A massive cloud of mist surged before him, like raging waves, and a gray spray crashed towards him, threatening to sweep Bai Zhou into the Reflection Ruins—
at this moment, Bai Zhou silently activated his spirituality, coaxing the ["Old Days·Zhu Luo Ji" Pass].
"Buzz!"
A golden path stretched out beneath Bai Zhou's feet.
He stepped onto it.
This journey would surely be a destiny-forging adventure!
Success was the only option!
"Buzz—"
The golden light gradually dissipated before Bai Zhou's eyes.
He opened his eyes and looked around.
As he wished, the black statue of the Wolf Knight stood before him, gazing at him intently.
The surrounding environment was deathly silent. In the center of the Trojan temple, only a surprised exclamation came from the Wolf Knight statue: "You—"
Red light flickered in its pupils. The artificial intelligence built into the Wolf Knight statue scrutinized Bai Zhou's unfamiliar yet familiar figure, filled with doubt and surprise: "Superior Divine Intent Domain? Level 6 Professional Perfection?"
"
Level 6—you, are you preparing to forge your destiny?"