Lord of Mysterious Wizard-Chapter 1012 - 841: Signal Transmitter

"In the boundless mystery, how many existences are there at the Origin God Race level?"

"...Master, we know they exist, but the number is unknown, possibly only the masters themselves are aware of the exact count. As servants, only when the Supreme Existence is willing for us to know can we recite His name and tell His information. Currently, besides the supreme Origin God Race, only the great Young Creator has granted us access."

"Young Creator?"

Tang Qi didn’t expect that a casual question would yield such an unexpected answer: within the boundless mystery, there indeed existed supreme existences like the "Origin God Race," but the Black Mud were only permitted to know of one.

The billions of tiny, invisible faces of the Black Mud squirmed, opening and closing, spewing hidden knowledge: "The great Young Creator, who claims to be a novice Supreme, is learning how to create, how to create a new boundless mystery. Under Him, He also has servants."

"The great Vitsdon people, the few surviving members, all serve the Young Creator, collecting, experimenting, transforming... and so on for Him. Their functions are similar to ours, but the Vitsdon people are not very lovable, except for one member, the ’Messenger’..."

The billions of faces of the Black Mud continued to faithfully narrate hidden knowledge to Tang Qi, yet abruptly at this moment, Tang Qi, in a soul state, sensed a slight delay.

A slight and easily overlooked swelling sensation appeared at the center of his brow.

"I’ve reached my limit; indeed, All-Knowing possesses only uncertain access. Continuing would lead to a worse outcome."

This realization emerged, and without hesitation, Tang Qi interrupted the Black Mud’s narrative and posed one last question.

Despite knowing that the hidden knowledge controlled by the Origin Black Mud far surpassed that of the Beckfast Chair, as they were not on the same level, Tang Qi could ask questions that would make scholars drool with envy.

For instance, the most comprehensive list of "All Spirits" above the mystery?

Or what unmastered Divine Sources are there?

Even how many Secret Realms within the boundless mystery harbor Divine Artifacts?

Such questions, given the behavior of the Origin Black Mud at this moment, would likely be answered without concealment.

But Tang Qi didn’t ask such questions. Without attachment, he uttered his final sentence:

"How can I evolve my eyes?"

Extremely direct, targeting the core issue.

Perhaps accustomed to Tang Qi’s "masterly demeanor," the billions of faces of the Origin Black Mud only hesitated for a moment before quickly providing an answer.

"...Great Master, we do not have the authority to know much, but more than one master has said, because of All-Knowing, therefore Almighty... This is a riddle incomprehensible to humble servants; we hope it helps you, Master."

After the Origin Black Mud uttered this answer, akin to a riddle, feeling the increasing swelling and slight pain in his soul, Tang Qi unhesitatingly stretched out a palm to exercise his access.

"Deconstruction!"

"Ugh"

The next moment, as Tang Qi’s cold and irresistibly authoritative voice echoed.

An occurrence from before repeated within the blazing Flame Universe. The Black Mud seemed to receive an incomprehensible blow; they squirmed madly, with billions of flesh buds trembling and multiplying, then began vomiting, spewing out clump after clump of "Divine Sources" to the outside world.

The Molten Universe, appearing in the form of infinite Light Flames, was drawn to the majestic accumulation of Divine Sources.

He couldn’t comprehend what that vile "Fake Believer" was doing with the cold, sticky feces, but one obvious result was the continual expulsion of the consumed unmastered Divine Sources from the feces.

Until there was nothing left to expel, enduring the sudden intensification of pain, Tang Qi forced out two more words.

In fact, when Tang Qi exercised deconstruction rights, the Origin Black Mud, maintaining a "obedient" and "adoring" demeanor, roared simultaneously, releasing another burst of cold, deadened sinister intentions.

As shown by a certain Information Fragment, they were not truly submissive.

They were disguising themselves, attempting to deceive Tang Qi.

Unfortunately, from the moment Tang Qi revealed his soul form, everything was decided.

Tang Qi’s access was incomplete, uncertain.

But the access he possessed was enough to crush the Black Muds.

"Destruction!"

With these two words, an invisible storm blew past. The enormous Black Mud let out a frantic wail, the soul-shattering scream from numerous Divine Beings ceased just before sounding, and they began to annihilate, dissipating bit by bit into nihility.

Until the "Alien Object" deep within manifested before Tang Qi.

It was a lump of sticky sludge with a fixed hollow face, the size of a baby’s head, dark and cold, each squirming movement and shape transformation emitting devouring rays, freezing souls, possessing a transcendent property that seemed to cast all things, the universe, into dead silence.

There is a hollow in the center of its forehead.

There should have been an eye there, a disposable one, which they used up.

This special black mud, marked by the Origin Divine Race, attempted to flee from the Soul Space the moment it appeared, but immediately it fell into a pale hand, enveloped by a ghost light of the soul.

No matter how it struggled and bit, it could not escape.

It transformed into a large mouth full of teeth, trying to bite Tang Qi’s hand, while maliciously spewing out cries, still cold and dead, but now no longer with overlapping echoes of billions.

"...Thief, shameless, despicable Eye-stealing Thief..."

"The great Master... will not let you off..."

Tang Qi ignored this, simply watching a fragment flowing past.

"The core black mud marked by the Origin Divine Race will continuously send signals to the Dark Universe, and the slumbering Origin Divine Race will decide when to awaken based on its feedback, or which member should awaken?"

Almost instantly, Tang Qi had an idea of how to deal with it.

By chance, he also had the corresponding authority.

"Transform!"

The pale hand gently stroked the black mud that continuously bit him, and visibly, it was as if the concept of a certain substance was directly modified: the viscous, cold black mud instantly solidified, and the "malicious thought" inside was completely obliterated, leaving only a mechanical mind, still capable of continuously transmitting signals.

Its current form resembled a palm-sized "black brick," with some barely visible buttons on the surface, and an antenna-like thing extending from it.

It was dimly strange, yet not at all conspicuous.

All of its transcendent characteristics were compressed internally by Tang Qi, not to be displayed, and would not cause any pollution incidents.

A new information fragment emerged in Tang Qi’s eyes.

"Extraordinary Artifact: The Mysterious Signal Transmitter will continuously send the same signal to the Dark Universe, content: Prey capture in progress... capture in progress... endlessly looping."

...

In the Molten Universe, Tang Qi, in the form of a Dreamy Tentacle Monster, suddenly awoke, his countless phosphorescent divine tentacles slowly opening, with one tentacle holding an inconspicuous black brick-like curious object at the end.

Reopening his Dreamy Eyes, Tang Qi saw in front of him, around a dozen "alien objects" exuding Divine Aura.

Each had deadly allure, floating between Tang Qi and the Molten Furnace Master.

These were the divine artifacts Tang Qi forced the Black Muds to spit out, similar to the "Mesolia Meat Soup" and "Evil God Meat," including a dozen divine artifacts the Black Muds used to tempt the Molten Furnace Master for help.

Each divine artifact possessed various divine powers such as Death, War, Chaos, Flames... etc.

The information fragments they displayed contained a common point: gifts from the Origin Divine Race, the Origin Black Mud could use these divine artifacts to exert extremely powerful forces.

Not long ago, the bribe from the Black Muds was rejected by the Molten Furnace Master.

The reason sounded normal, with the Molten Furnace detesting these divine artifacts as being from what He considered "excrement" within.

Tang Qi believed the Molten Furnace indeed had this thought, but more so, there were other reasons.

Deconstructing, destroying, and transforming the "Origin Black Mud" placed a significant burden on Tang Qi’s soul, and he did not intend to stay too long in the Molten Universe.

After quickly scanning over them, Tang Qi’s dozen divine tentacles twisted and writhed, extracting around a dozen divine artifacts from the pile of Divine Artifacts in front of him, then he pulled "Diana" into his arms, instantly unleashing a fierce burst of Dreamy Phosphor.

At the moment Tang Qi left the Molten Universe, his avatar, as the second Tang Qi the Molten Furnace Witch King.

He slightly bowed, speaking with a voice of undisguised gratitude and respect:

"Molten Furnace, My Lord, my body still has some residual issues that need resolution."

"He implores you to incinerate these evil, chaotic Divine Sources, they should not appear again."

"Generous and great you, please do this favor."

The words of the second Tang Qi immediately received a familiar response.

The original retreating light flames surged again, engulfing the remaining two or three dozen Divine Sources, as the signature roar of the Molten Furnace Master sounded: "Despicable guys... I want to sign a longer contract... the great Molten Furnace will not be deceived..."