"Horn of Fate, Omen of Disaster?"
Hearing Jinian's explanation, Lin Qiye asked in surprise, "Is this divine artifact really that bizarre?"
"Perhaps. That's what the legends say, anyway." Jinian shrugged. "But blowing this horn requires paying an enormous price... Even a Lord God could only blow it for four or five seconds at most, right? If those idiot knights really wanted to use this horn to save me, they'd probably split apart before they even made a sound... Literally."
"Is the scale of the disaster related to how long the horn is blown?"
"I don't know, but there should be some connection." Jinian pondered for a moment. "In any case, this thing is incredibly strange. At its core, it's more like a disaster warning device. The person who blows it might not be the one who truly triggers the disaster... It's merely a tool of fate. Perhaps the true source of the disaster was buried somewhere else long ago."
Lin Qiye nodded thoughtfully.
"How are things outside? Have the Great Xia Gods arrived?" Jinian asked.
Lin Qiye briefly recounted the situation. Jinian raised an eyebrow. "Zuo Qing broke the walkie-talkie?"
"Yes." Lin Qiye sighed regretfully and pulled out his Pixel Walkie-Talkie. "Otherwise, we could contact them directly and ask what they're planning..."
"That's easy."
Snap—!
Jinian raised a hand and snapped her fingers in the air.
"Done." Jinian clapped her hands and spoke leisurely.
Lin Qiye froze. Just as he was about to ask something else, a booming explosion suddenly rang out from nearby!
A blinding pillar of fire smashed through the earth separating the lowest level of the prison from this one, then pierced through several more layers in succession, shooting straight into the sky like a spear and impaling the entire Abyssal Dungeon!
Terrifying divine power surged from