33: Chapter 33 The Misery Has Only Just Begun

Next, Xie Feng discovered that his chest was also slowly growing warm.

"What the hell?! "

Thick, pitch-black broken lines, like fissures in a fracturing crust, meandered down from the circular pupil in the upper left, tearing across the earth like a surging torrent of molten lava with an unstoppable momentum of destruction.

The dark red lines were tightly branded onto his chest, growing slightly warm.

"What the fuck is this again? "

Xie Feng opened a book to compare it, turning the pages back and forth without finding any relevant records. There was no helping it; he couldn't see right now, and this mark seemed incapable of being perceived by spiritual power.

"There's nothing else I can do."

As Xie Feng spoke, he stood up, walked to the edge of the couch, and rummaged through a wooden box to pull out a piece of paper and a charcoal pen.

He spread the paper across his knees, pressed the fingers of his left hand against the warm spot on his chest, gripped the pen with his right hand, and moved his fingers across the paper following the tactile sensation of his left hand.

He finished drawing.

He switched the charcoal pen to his left hand, felt his chest again with the fingers of his right hand, and drew it a second time.

Placing the two versions side by side, he compared them back and forth with his fingers.

They were different. It wasn't that Xie Feng had drawn it wrong; the mark itself was changing.

Yet the shape of the mark didn't seem to be something a human could record.

Having no other choice, Xie Feng locked the room down tightly, closed the doors and windows securely, blocked them with curtains, and untied his veil. The light of The Guide poured out from his two hollow eye sockets.

Facing the piece of paper placed on his knees, he lowered his head and illuminated the surface of the paper with the light gushing from his eye sockets.

"They're all cthulhu mythos deities; I refuse to believe you won't give Yog-Sothoth some Face! "

Then, spiritual power swept across, and Xie Feng glanced at the mark inside his right eye socket.

"What the fuck! Isn't this Primordial Immortals' phone number?! "

Xie Feng's foundation as a veteran enthusiast manifested at this moment; this thing resembled an elder sign.

And the elder sign was bestowed by the Old Gods, a kind of mark carved onto stone or other objects.

It was a very bizarre existence within the cthulhu mythos system, having miraculous effects against most mythical creatures. Because in the eyes of these mythical creatures, the elder sign was actually equivalent to something foul, just like shit.

Unless there was a massive conflict, even evil deities generally wouldn't attack humans holding an elder sign for fear of dirtying their hands.

Although this saying was widely circulated, Xie Feng, as a super veteran Keeper of Public Information (KP), knew that this statement was actually inaccurate.

The elder sign was actually a token given by the Old Gods. Inaccurately speaking, it could be understood as, "This person is under my protection."

The most common five-pointed star shape with an eye was an elder sign created by the Old God — "World Smasher" — Nynah Kahmbor.

Just listening to the name made it clear that this older sister was not to be trifled with. In essence, most mythical creatures couldn't beat this valkyrie and didn't want to fight Her, so they didn't quite dare to provoke Her.

And the thing currently inside Xie Feng's eye socket belonged to an entirely different category!

Much like the yellow sign given to subordinates by the renowned The King in Yellow — Hastur, this thing was the mark of the Primordial Immortals, which was The Guide.

It was the mark of Tawil at-Umr.

Xie Feng called this kind of mark a Gate Guide, and it was completely different from an elder sign!

It could basically be understood as a phone number; once you used it, the bigshot above the mark would come over and take a look.

Starting now, Xie Feng could not only let others look at the Primordial Immortals, but could also conversely let the Primordial Immortals look at others.

At this moment, Xie Feng abruptly snapped back to his senses and immediately began to draw the appearance of another mark.

"Please, give me an elder sign! "

After drawing it out, his heart turned cold.

That wasn't quite right either; Xie Feng's heart was hot right now, after all, another 'phone number' was burning hot.

"Ghatanothoa."

When Xie Feng uttered this name, the mark on his chest grew hot by another fraction, as if in response.

This mark came from yet another Great Old One — the King of Volcanoes — Ghatanothoa.

This lord could petrify anyone who stared at Him, yet the victims still retained their thoughts and perceptions.

That's right, roughly speaking, this lord could turn people into the Ultimate Lifeform Kars.

Moreover, this Great Old One had another lesser-known identity.

That was Lord Cthulhu's eldest son.

As for appearance...

"Damn Ghatanothoa! " Xie Feng cursed angrily, and then cursed while feeling the mark on his chest.

"Aren't you sealed beneath a volcano? Does your ability have a damn thing to do with volcanoes? Why is your mark just like an electric blanket?! "

Tu Ziguan walked in, feeling puzzled as he looked at Xie Feng jumping around. Didn't he just resolve to Cultivate yesterday?

Xie Feng pulled open his collar. "What do you see? "

Tu Ziguan leaned in for a look. "There's nothing at all. What are you asking me to look at? "

"Good job."

Xie Feng gave Tu Ziguan a whole explanation.

To be honest, Tu Ziguan was starting to feel a bit numb now.

"You're saying that Lord Cthulhu first sent you a location, and then His eldest son sent you body temperature."

Tu Ziguan took a bite of a steamed bun.

"Brother Feng, you already have merchandise from three Outer Gods hanging on your body. There's Nyarlathotep's fan on your Face, Yog-Sothoth's phone in your eye sockets, and Lord Cthulhu's eldest son's hand warmer on your chest. You're just missing something from the Black Goat, and you'll have enough for a table of mahjong."

"Does a Dark Young count? "

"It counts. You've gathered them all."

Tu Ziguan stuffed the rest of the bun into his mouth.

"So what's next? Do you plan to go look for that place name Lord Cthulhu gave you? "

Xie Feng sat on the ground and thought seriously about it.

"Go! "

This time it was Tu Ziguan's turn to be dumbfounded.

"Wait, didn't you hate them the most? How can you change your mind so fast? Yesterday it was good brothers walking together, and today you're actually leaving? "

Xie Feng didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

"I hate those who toy with me, but I don't hate all of them. I'm quite grateful for Yog-Sothoth's Incarnation."

"Then you?"

"I've already come to terms with it now; I'll just treat them as powerful Cultivators of the Demonic Path."

"Powerful Cultivators don't dig out my eyeballs."

"You talk too much! "

Xie Feng calmed down a bit.

"My point is, since I have one more way to increase my cultivation than others, why shouldn't I give it a try? "

"Aren't you afraid Lord Cthulhu will get you killed? "

"I have Yog-Sothoth's phone."

"Aren't you afraid Nyarlathotep will get you killed? "

"You think He wouldn't be able to kill me just because I'm in the Sect? "

That's right, this was Xie Feng's current state of mind—still unfazed by a multitude of lice.

"With the Sect Master acting as our backing, the safety of you few has at least some guarantee; as for myself, it doesn't really matter anymore. If it weren't for Elder Zhao, you, and Wen Yushu and the rest, I would have already blown up with Nyarlathotep."

Xie Feng pressed his hand against his chest, feeling that slightly warm mark.

"Why did anomalies and Outer Gods all take a fancy to me? I've been thinking about this question since the first day of my Transmigration, and now I can finally go check it out."

"So you're using a mission as an excuse to go out? "

Tu Ziguan leaned sideways against the door frame, holding a mission document in his hand.

"I've taken that investigation mission in the Black Pine Forest, which is said to be about checking for residual anomalies, and it happens to be on the way back to Cangyun City." Tu Ziguan's mouth twitched slightly. "My home is over there; I miss my second home."

Xie Feng fell silent for a few breaths, then stood up.

"You don't have to... I can do it myself."

"If I'm not going to die within ten years, then you expect me to wait inside the Sect for you to make a heroic entrance? "

Tu Ziguan interrupted Xie Feng and patted the gourd at his waist.

"Let's go, Blind Xie, and let me show you my new treasure."

Xie Feng let out a chuckle, crawled up from the ground, and felt around for the blind staff leaning against the wall.

The tail of the cold iron staff tapped against the floor tiles, producing a crisp sound.

"Brother Feng, what direction is that navigation of yours pointing to? "

Xie Feng felt the temperature on his chest and tilted his head slightly toward the southeast.

"That way."

Tu Ziguan looked over along the direction he was facing.

His gaze seemed to cross the layers of halls and pavilions of the Qingyun Sect, cross the city walls of Cangyun City, cross the mountains and rivers even further away, and extend all the way to the grayish-blue skyline at the edge of the horizon.

That direction was towards the sea.