80: Chapter 80 The God of Laughter Meets the God of Laughter Meets the God of Laughter

Elder Zhou stood at the bow of the imperial flying vessel, his dragon-patterned robe rustling loudly in the high-altitude wind.

He also found it somewhat baffling. As a well-traveled member of the imperial family, his knowledge was quite extensive, and he could barely recall the silver-white Void Realm in the sky, which resembled a dreamlike bubble, appearing in ancient texts.

But the other dark cloud, which Grand Cultivator Helan Yan called the "Mother of Mists", was something he had truly never seen before; the size of those hooves was absurdly large. As for the headless naked corpse below, he had no idea what it was either. At this moment, Elder Zhou could only suppress the surging shock and doubt in his heart to maintain the dignity of an Eighth Realm Cultivator of the imperial family.

Elder Zhou turned to Qin Tianzong, his tone relatively steady as he spoke, "Where did your sect's Disciple obtain such a terrifying summoning technique?"

Qin Tianzong's lips twitched a few times.

Tu Ziguan withdrew his gaze from beyond the gunwale. His voice wasn't loud, but everyone on the deck heard him: "If we said we don't know either, would you believe us..."

Elder Zhou fell silent for a few breaths. He cast his gaze back to the dark green figure in the center of the ruins who was swinging his staff to smash the anomalies, then glanced at the headless naked corpse beside him that was watching the battle with great interest, and sighed.

Then, Grand Cultivator Helan Yan and Elder Zhou leapt from the bow at the same time, the figures of the two Eighth Realm Grandmasters stretching into two extremely long afterimages in the air.

When they landed on the bone-powdered ground in the center of the ruins, which had been thoroughly soaked in mana by Xie Feng, the God of Depravity was tilting his severed neck, clapping his palms together and praising Xie Feng's mad behavior. This was supposed to be a routine projection, but he hadn't expected such an unexpected surprise.

He was incredibly satisfied with Xie Feng. If it weren't for the fact that Xie Feng carried too many different auras on him, Ygolonac would probably have chosen Xie Feng as his high priest directly.

That stench and depraved malice constantly seeped out of Him. Even the remains of the Formless Spawn smashed by Xie Feng on the ground let out extremely faint wails upon coming into contact with this aura.

Grand Cultivator Helan Yan's sword unsheathed, its blade covered with an extremely bright edge of spiritual energy that sliced through the air. Elder Zhou cut in from the flank, an ancient jade sliding out from the sleeve of his dragon-patterned robe. The ancient jade exploded into a dense, heavy burst of golden dragon-patterned light, blasting toward the chest of the God of Depravity.

Ygolonac's projection finally shifted its attention away from Xie Feng. He opened the mouths in his palms simultaneously, and a thick, squirming tongue shot out from each of the two mouths to meet the two Eighth Realm Grandmasters.

At the same time, the remaining Sixth and Fifth Realm Cultivators on the deck leapt up together, pouncing toward the dark green figure on the stone altar in the center of the ruins.

Before setting off, they had all thought this would be an easy task. A Third Realm Peak Cultivator, even if he was covered in green fur, would be suppressed in the blink of an eye by so many higher-Realm Cultivators.

Xie Feng was still letting out inhuman shrieks in mid-air, the three eyeballs in his sockets spinning in different directions as he looked at the Cultivators flying toward him from all sides.

The leading Cultivator was the very one who had received the order on the flying vessel earlier. Looking at Xie Feng before him, he couldn't help but feel curious.

"Is this 'thing' really human?"

Just as the Sixth Realm Cultivators rushed to the edge of the altar, the pack of Dark Young moved. Ten younglings stomped their hooves simultaneously, the dull thuds of their stomping echoing far across the ruins.

Formless Spawn surged out from the shadow beneath Xie Feng's feet, their gelatinous bodies stretching into an extremely thick black barrier in the air before being shattered. The Sixth Realm Cultivators possessed profound cultivation and ingenious techniques; the Formless Spawn and Dark Young found it difficult to protect Xie Feng.

At this very moment, the grand Cultivators were on the verge of successfully capturing Xie Feng.

In the midst of the struggle between the two Eighth Realm Cultivators and the God of Depravity, Ygolonac suddenly tilted his severed neck.

He was being forced back by Grand Cultivator Helan Yan's sword, while Elder Zhou's dragon-patterned ancient jade burned a patch of dark red runic light onto his chest. While coping with the fierce onslaught of the two Eighth Realm Grandmasters, He thrust out the mouth in his right palm toward Xie Feng. No tongue emerged from the mouth; instead, it spat out a book.

The book was very old, its cover made of some dark brown leather.

Several extremely fine runes were branded on the cover. The structure of the runes belonged to neither any existing writing system in the Nine Provinces nor was it entirely Phantom Script; it looked as if the strokes of Phantom Script had been broken apart and then reassembled in some completely illogical manner.

No one present could recognize the sunken characters on the spine, but even a casual glance made one's stomach churn. Some deeper instinct warned every living person: that was not a book written for humans.

The book traced a very short arc in the air, flying straight from the tip of the God of Depravity's tongue toward Xie Feng. Without even turning his head, Xie Feng released his grip on the cold crystal blind staff with his right hand and reached back, catching the book with perfect precision.

The intelligence Cultivator on the deck, famous in Qingzhou for his specialized eyesight, instinctively focused his gaze and swept his eyes over the pages in Xie Feng's hand.

With just that one glance, across a distance of several hundred feet, past the silver-white flames still burning at the edge of the dark canopy, and through several layers of spiritual energy shields, he only managed to see two or three characters on the open page.

His pupils dilated suddenly, and he began to wail, his energy gushing out uncontrollably, as if he wanted to claw out all the words he had seen in his life from his brain.

He rolled directly from the gunwale onto the deck, tearing at his eyelids with both hands, his fingernails scratching his eye sockets until blood flowed freely. His shrieks were incredibly agonizing; no one could stop him. His fellow Disciples beside him pinned him down tightly and stuffed a Mind-Stabilizing Pill into his mouth, but he continued to howl, his voice eventually turning into indistinct whimpers.

No one had ever seen a Great Old One suddenly throw a book to a summoner in the middle of a battle, but the God of Depravity had done just that.

Elder Qin looked at Elder Zhou, who was still in the air controlling the beam of light from the dragon-patterned ancient jade to clash with the God of Depravity, and then at the twitching intelligence Cultivator on the deck. Gritting his teeth, he spat out a sentence: "After this kid goes back, whatever he looks at will become a forbidden book!"

Xie Feng held the book in his hand. No one recognized the characters, but the maddened Xie Feng read the title aloud.

"The revelations of glaaki!"

As the most infamous magical tome, this book was created by a cult in the Severn Valley that worshipped Glaaki as a god. At that time, the leader of the cult was beginning to record the worship rituals of Glaaki.

Subsequently, many priests and Advanced followers continued writing the later volumes. Each volume recorded in detail prophecies, maxims, and Glaaki's instructions to the cult, with particular focus on the various strange events that occurred in the Severn Valley.

The theme of each volume was different, recording spells related to that theme.

And as Glaaki's good neighbor, as well as the protagonist of the final volume of the book, what the God of Depravity, Ygolonac, gave was of course not some common printed copy, nor was it even the original manuscript written by the cultists of the original work.

What He gave was a truly rare item, a version personally penned by the Inhabitant of the Lake himself—Glaaki.

Some of its contents were absolute taboos, not only for humans but also for gods, including the Great Old Ones, and even the Outer Gods.

This time, even Nyarlathotep's laughter in his ears fell silent.

Only that dreamlike bubble in the sky was still gently fluctuating, and a few people on the flying vessel even felt it was very strange.

Because they seemed to hear Yog-Sothoth laughing...