Lord of Mysterious Wizard-Chapter 1010 - 839: Tang Qi’s Soul

The "terror confrontation" occurring within the boundless mystery, the nodes corrupted and filled with flesh buds, the endlessly screaming Hidden Net, ultimately became dreamlike due to a figure purer and more sacred than an angel.

Even the roar of the Molten Furnace Master suddenly weakened after Diana entered His realm.

Tang Qi ignored the shouting in his ear, "You vile being, the heap of dung you dragged in here is too large..." His gaze, filled with surprise, turned to the small, innocent, and dreamlike figure shielding him.

Diana!

As the only "Subordinate God" of the Dream Master, Tang Qi was awarded life, a special being nurtured over time.

Tang Qi had envisioned the scene of Diana’s birth and wondered what kind of power the newborn Diana would possess.

She is like "Charline," who was nurtured by Flora and Isapatra together, a god by nature. She doesn’t need to grow through practice, nor does she need to uplift a divine realm or seek other paths. She is born a god.

And Diana won’t have two particularly unreliable "mothers" like Charline did.

Of course, Diana has no mother.

Tang Qi, at this moment, had no time to explore Diana’s authority and power because, with her birth, the entire Dream Kingdom broke free from pollution and revived, the previously exhausted divine power returning at a speed hard to comprehend.

He, at this moment, was like a Phosphor Tentacle Monster breaking free from the brink of death, quickly stretching its limbs, trying to protect the hatchling.

Several divine tentacles wrapped Diana, gently pulling her into his embrace.

He shouted loudly, "Melter, fulfill the promise."

"Boom!"

Before the words fell, a blazing, all-consuming golden flame erupted.

In this universe, no other color existed.

"Sss... Sss..."

The sharp hiss freezing the soul pollution began to echo, but Tang Qi, in turn, felt a sense of relief.

The feeling of being bound, which wanted to kill him and force him out of control, disappeared. The "Black Net" entangling him, preventing his escape, was shrinking.

In the light flames, twisting and shrinking like sheets of paper alien objects baked by flame, countless flesh buds trembled into being, emitting dense and mysterious screams, but these couldn’t stop the weakening and shrinking of the "Black Muds"; they were being suppressed and targeted.

The same "Melting Furnace Roasting" was enjoyed by Tang Qi, who at this moment, had transformed into holding Deborah Town’s Dream Master yet didn’t feel fatal, only immensely scorching, one dreamy tentacle after another curling up, phosphorescing, resisting the very low risk of being "baked molten."

From the depths of his mind came a realization: if the Dream Kingdom lost control, the Melter might instinctively devour him.

The Black Muds, however, were treated differently.

Compared to other Chaotic Evil Camp evil gods, their resistance to the Molten Furnace Master was remarkably high.

After escaping the state of the Hidden Net, they continued to shrink, eventually transforming into a massive, bud-covered "black sludge monster."

They released a cold deathly silence, carving a black region within this world of light flames, but at the edges, they were still being molten roasted, little by little, a bit slow but exceptionally noticeable.

On the sludge’s surface, an empty nihilistic face emerged, its mouth splitting open to emit the familiar, soul-polluting overlapping voice: "... a Melter on the brink of losing control... you dare oppose us?"

"... do you wish to relive the nightmare of the Age of Ignorance; our Masters won’t spare you..."

The overlapping voice unintentionally revealed more secrets:

There had been enmity between the Molten Furnace Master and the Black Muds, and during the Age of Ignorance, He had been bullied by the Origin Divine Race?

Just as this thought emerged in Tang Qi’s mind, suddenly, a familiar roar echoed through the universe.

Moreover, more furious than ever, with an explosive release of divine light flames.

"... dung, a huge pile of dung."

"... you disgusting, cold, sticky dung heap."

Amongst the rampant light flames, the Black Muds felt the insult of the Molten Furnace Master.

It seemed He had lost all rationality; that one roar after another, repeating, was a relentless insult to them, but the Molten Furnace Master showed no signs of consuming them, only continually roasting them with light flames, causing them to shrink further, and their screams gradually lost strength.

After being dragged into the Molten Universe, the Black Muds seemed cut off from the Source of Power.

They lost that omnipresent, omnipotent aura, finally showing signs of weakness. As the "Melting Furnace Roasting" continued, the black cold storm spread outward along the area, but it was quickly dissipated by endless light flames; the only ones feeling it closely were Tang Qi and Diana.

"Sss..."

The Black Muds repeatedly tried to rush out, once again attempting to capture the pseudo-sovereign figure full of phosphorescent tentacles behind.

Unfortunately, it was no use.

They were in an awkward situation, the irritable Molten Furnace Master appeared to fall into a rage due to those two threats, repeating the roasting as well as those insulting roars.

This sudden "unfolding" left Tang Qi slightly stunned; the supposedly almighty Black Mud seemed to fall into a difficult situation.

Was the crisis suddenly entirely resolved?

Just as the thought emerged in Tang Qi’s mind, suddenly there was an abnormal movement in his arms.

Holding his hand, Diana looked up, a hint of anxiousness flashing in her pure dreamlike eyes.

Almost simultaneously, another change occurred.

The "Black Muds" who had shrunk and screamed suddenly stopped, blinking into a giant mouth with jagged sludge cracks, then spitting out a dozen or so "alien objects" radiating deadly allure.

Instantly, Tang Qi saw those alien objects clearly.

Divine Source!

Tang Qi once acquired similar divine artifacts, including the broth of the Evil Tongue God Mesolia, pure Source Power dropped by Flora, Bodosa’s dolls...etc.

At this moment, each alien object spitted by the Black Mud surged with a strong divine aura, the most lethal allure being that they all shared one trait: chaotic evil and unclaimed.

No need to think, Tang Qi could immediately judge.

These dozen or so diverse "Source Divine Items" are irresistibly attractive to the Molten Furnace Master.

The combined offering of Tang Qi Number Two and the Molten Furnace Legion pales compared to the first-time feeding by the Black Mud here and now.

The long-absent overlapping voices of the Black Mud resounded once more:

"Furnace... help us..."

In this second, Tang Qi fully grasped the urgency within Diana.

Just newly born, she helped Tang Qi pull the Black Mud into the Molten Universe at a critical moment, but this didn’t change the fact that she was still a newborn Divine. She was still far from being a "Powerful God" and, aside from that tug, couldn’t directly intervene in the subsequent battle.

Logically, feeding so many Divine artifacts at once should have been enough to make the near-out-of-control, sacrifice-craving Molten Furnace Master obedient.

Tearing up the previous "covenant" and handing over Tang Qi, the pseudo-sovereign, to the Black Mud.

Yet, as the Black Mud’s voice fell, the desired result didn’t appear.

Despite the temporarily stilled raging Molten Light Flames, the Molten Furnace Master showed no signs of aiding the Black Mud.

It paused for a hundred-thousandth of a second, or even shorter, then its tone became somewhat eccentric as it continued to roar:

"...this pile of sticky dung you call a sacrifice... I don’t... want it."

"Boom!"

With another roar, a storm of flame swept through, and in the golden, raging universe, a mass of black mud, now reduced and changing shapes, was almost flattened into a thin "black sheet." Although it was writhing to recover swiftly, at that moment, Tang Qi’s eyes suddenly burst with intense light.

He saw, through the layers of black sludge, a familiar face emerging from the depths of the Black Mud, without any features, only an unknowable, immeasurable, indescribable eye on that face.

But where that eye belonged, it was now an empty void.

Since using the "Anchor of Destiny" to peer into the future and realizing he only had one chance at victory, a once vague inspiration brewed in Tang Qi’s heart became incomparably clear at this moment.

"Have the Black Mud already used their one counterattack opportunity?"

"Thump, thump, thump!"

With no hesitation, a strong adventurous thought occupied his mind.

It was as if he could hear his own intense heartbeat in his head, and an instant decision emerged.

He was still embracing the Dream Master of Deborah Town, and those dreamy tentacles wrapped around Diana, moving her elsewhere.

In the next instant, like a "tentacle monster," without warning, he lunged at the Black Mud.

In that moment, Tang Qi transformed... into the hunter.

Unmoving until now, yet upon moving, leaving no room for anything else, the hunter.

In the midst of battling the "Melter," the Black Mud suddenly noticed colors different from the golden flames.

A phosphorescence filled with endless possibilities began to flicker around them unknowingly.

Though imbued with infinite dreaminess, it made the Black Mud feel a crisis they’ve never experienced before, a crisis only their "Masters" could have made them feel during punishment.

No, even stronger than that.

Following their instincts, the densely packed buds trembled and expanded madly; they started to swell and were about to restore to the form they had when they first entered the Molten Universe. But this time, it was not to form a "Hidden Net" to capture and drag that pseudo Dream Sovereign.

Tang Qi seemed to see the subsequent scene within his eyes: the Black Mud expanding, then exploding, turning into billions of tiny, naked-eye invisible sludge, escaping the Molten Universe.

"Even if a shred escapes, they can deliver the message back to the Dark Universe."

Resolute in his heart, Tang Qi spoke to the Black Mud.

"Don’t struggle, not a drop... will escape."

The sound of his voice, without any sound, created a grand scene.

A Dreamy Tentacle Monster, under the illumination of golden flames, opened all its tentacles toward the Black Mud, then crossed the concept of time, enveloping them all before they exploded.

"Boom!"

The Black Mud ultimately exploded.

A boundlessly dark, quiet space, suddenly filled with the exploded billions of black sludge, each droplet hidden from the naked eye yet possessing its own life, attempting to flee.

But immediately, with a scene akin to time flowing backwards, the billions of naked-eye invisible sludge coalescing together, ultimately forming into a writhing, cowering mass of Black Mud, changing shapes continuously, appearing to probe the environment they were in.

And at this moment, a "human-shaped light shadow" slowly appeared in front of them.

This light shadow, a soul once bound on an evil curio, the "Soul Swapping Balance."

Only different from that time, this soul now had ripples at its brow center, wave-like patterns, and symbols overflowing with endless mysteries, eventually forming an unknowable, immeasurable, unperceivable, unimaginable... transcending all, seeing all single eye.

"He reigns above all spirits, he is the Transcendent of the Boundless Mystery, he is the Supreme Origin, he is the Ultimate Eternal..."

An inexplicable whisper sounded, the terrifying, bizarre black mud with countless means, began to grow weak, trickling down and leaking, and transmitted a submissive aura.

Not cold anymore, even somewhat weak and adoring, the overlapping voice echoed in this space.

"...Master"

Listening to this voice, Tang Qi unleashed an ability he hadn’t used for a long time without any hindrance.

"All-Knowing!"

In an instant, the all-seeing eye burst with ghost light filling the space.

The writhing bud black mud, as if undergoing torture at once, disintegrated instantly, all the "secrets" covered and hidden by the black sludge were reflected in Tang Qi’s eyes. Though they wished to scream in agony, due to the master-servant hierarchy, they had to restrain themselves, faces too small to be seen by the naked eye emerged, twisting, silently howling.