The Abyssal Garden: No Room for the Idle

"You mentioned points?"

Su Qi silently looked at his own points column, [Player Su Buxian, current ranking in the Fantasy Universe Tournament: 1, current points 103,912,839]

The ranking battle is divided into twelve regions, because the player base is huge, whether they are new players or rookies supported by various organizations or a large number of veteran internal test players, they all face the fiercest competition.

The previous Netherworld King and Sha Shili, although they seemed very impressive… in reality, they were just ordinary super rookies, after all, the matching mechanism was calculated based on Su Qi's original ranking.

Out of two thousand players, only two are super rookies, which can be considered... a fishpond setup.

"However, the player names on the leaderboard can't be hidden."

Su Qi's eyelids twitched.

"Not good, I'm going to get hammered."

After all.

Su Qi looked at the leaderboard,

First place: Su Buxian, points 103,912,839

Second place: Penelope Bloom, points 913,123

Third place: Justice Sheriff, points 892,313

…

Su Qi had a feeling that this would stir up a frenzy online.

"But to be fair, I really didn't cheat this time!"

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In the dim, barren world, where no birds would shit, immense and devoid of any life, it was truly a dead world.

A shadowy figure stood on the horizon, its… enormous shadow swirling up endless sand and dust, dark spiritual energy surged like a tide, causing terrifying fluctuations.

Upon closer inspection.

One could see… traces of plants on the ground, bodies of living things.

But… everything was being slowly absorbed, devoured, spreading across the entire planet!

"Sequence 2… slaughter, absorb, despair, life." The Youhai Spirit King looked calmly at this desolate world: "But it still seems hard to move to the next step."

"It seems I must borrow the power of the elder… the great Old Gods… the master of the Abyss."

It had a fiery red mark on its body, which bore the totem of the Evil God, but unlike ordinary believers, this totem was alive, rotating, emitting bursts of terrifying black fog.

Each rotation seemed to release enormous amounts of twisted moral force, the terrible black fog gradually dyed blood-red, a surge of pollution birthed within, spreading across this world.

"Spirit King sir…"

A message was crossing the Ten Thousand Realms, the Youhai Spirit King frowned, his voice hoarse: "What is it."

"The Young Master… has had an accident…" the other side's voice trembled, filled with a bit of fear and extreme disquiet.

Youhai Spirit King's eyes were deep and indifferent, listening to the other side's description, without a trace of fluctuation, he watched quietly as his special ability was activated.

The originally barren world suddenly became a domain world of rolling dark sea tides!

He stood beside a towering altar.

Releasing a vast amount of life force that had just been absorbed and slaughtered, numerous patterns connected from the altar to the entire Dark Sea.

This was one of his special abilities.

Peeping.

This was also why… the force of Youhai Spirit King was one of the three major intelligence organizations of the present world.

Peeping could not only see... distant worlds, see individual strength, but most importantly, it could also peer into fate!

Youhai Spirit King slightly closed his eyes, standing on the altar, his massive figure shadowed by countless shadows stretching out from the sea level.

He was like a spider, standing at the center of a web, every wave through the net catching his attention.

Terrifying dark energy was about to burst.

The next moment.

Boom!

The altar suddenly made a noise, everything around changed, it seemed like a twisted space was breached! A vast network of veins stretched from it! Dense and goosebump-inducing!

These were the tracks of fate!

"…"

Youhai Spirit King remained expressionless, but his body was cracking inch by inch.

Their kind, when using special abilities, could attain strength beyond their own, but at the same time would pay a great price, fortunately... this entire world, which was once vibrant with life, has already paid its dues.

Seconds later.

Youhai Spirit King's finger suddenly moved, seizing one of the myriad dense threads.

His eyes flickered slightly,

"Strange…"

"The gears of fate have changed."

"They are different from the previous display."

Fate's trajectory was quantum fluctuations, not indicating a fixed destiny, but the Peeping trait was to see... the most likely trajectory from countless possibilities and factors, it would choose to constantly stack these trajectories, like strategizing on a board.

Thus.

It was like truly seeing the future.

The unsettling undercurrents were impatient, but the trajectory that occurred had entirely changed, it was not as simple as just a butterfly's wings.

"There's someone interfering…" In Youhai Spirit King's mind, several figures emerged: "In the present world, the only ones capable of this are likely..."

The divine beings were still not revived, their devout believers were still hidden, the ancient powers were still in the Ancient Battlefield, unable to leave.

"There are no others who need to prevent this from happening, except that guy…"

Youhai Spirit King's eyes revealed a bit of chill and dread: "Traveling through the Ten Thousand Realms, collecting traces… playing the game of changing fate with those weak creatures…"

Right.

Now, it could only be him.

"Those who obstruct the great True God's unsealing, must be cast into the depths of the Dark Sea, never to see the light of day again!"

Youhai Spirit King issued the command.

Let those strong ones search for Young Master Youhai, the child is not dead yet, although Sunset Spirit King seems to be making moves, it must also set out.