[Broken Statue of the Abyss Old God] Comes Alive...

[Secret Cultivator (Group Owner): A deity's complete honorific name encompasses Their authority, status, and symbolism. In occultism, it serves as a medium to establish communication with a specific deity.]

[Secret Cultivator (Group Owner): Whatever is spoken shall be known. This is a characteristic of deities, regardless of the level of Their status.]

[Secret Cultivator (Group Owner): The consequences of chanting a deity's complete honorific name also depend on the deity's current state.]

[Secret Cultivator (Group Owner): I do not know much at present, only the consequences of chanting honorific names under two specific states of a deity.]

[Secret Cultivator (Group Owner): First, if the deity is in a sound state and still possesses complete status, authority, and symbolism, then there is a high probability that the deity will cast Their gaze upon the real world. If this deity is benevolent, it might be fine, but if They harbor malice toward this world, it will be a terrifying catastrophe.]

Are there even any benevolent deities left in that world?

Yang Qizhou thought of the Ancient Earth—a place where mystery and the unknown walked hand in hand, where horror and weirdness coexisted, and where the environment for survival was extremely harsh—and a chill could not help but rise in his heart.

[Honey Pot (Member): And the second?]

[Secret Cultivator (Group Owner): If the deity has already fallen, but Their authority, status, and symbolism have evolved into items with vitalized properties, then chanting Their complete honorific name is very likely to cause a new deity to be born from the item, inheriting everything of the fallen deity.]

[Secret Cultivator (Group Owner): This is not something that can be easily achieved; it requires the item to be vitalized to a very high degree, along with matching rituals. Otherwise, even if a new deity is born, it is very likely to become twisted, go insane, or simply collapse.]

[Honey Pot (Member): The items with vitalized properties you speak of... are Old Day Items.]

[Secret Cultivator (Group Owner): Correct.]

So that was it.

Many of Yang Qizhou's doubts were resolved at this moment.

Previously, Yang Qizhou had found it strange why Old Day Items had such severe negative effects compared to ordinary items. Now, he understood: Old Day Items were likely born from the combination of a fallen deity's remains and surrounding objects. Thus, they contained the residual spirit of a fallen deity and possessed vitalized characteristics, making them more than just mere items.

Just like the "Garment of the Hidden World," a quasi-legendary Old Day Item, which was formed after the "Lord of the Dreamy Hidden World" fell and combined with the "Rag Stained with the Great Lord's Blood."

"But..."

"Why do ordinary items also develop vitalized characteristics after being used many times, with the potential to evolve into 'Old Day Items'?"

Yang Qizhou made many guesses, but due to a lack of evidence, he could not be certain and had to temporarily set this question aside.

The chat continued.

[Honey Pot (Member): It is truly incredible that the deities of the Ancient Earth can peer into the real world.]

[Secret Cultivator (Group Owner): You don't need to probe like that, newcomer. With the rules witnessed by the King of Oaths in place, I have no way to deceive you with my words.]

[Secret Cultivator (Group Owner): Also, do not think that the Ancient Earth and the real world are far apart. In fact, they are closer than you imagine.]

Seeing that the "Secret Cultivator" had realized he was probing, Yang Qizhou did not feel embarrassed.

Everyone was playing mind games.

No one had the right to criticize the other.

As for the Secret Cultivator's claim that "he must also abide by the rules witnessed by the King of Oaths and cannot deceive with words," Yang Qizhou did not believe a single word of it.

He would wait until the clause "the final right of interpretation belongs to the Secret Cultivator" was removed before considering that statement.

At the same time, the Secret Cultivator's final sentence made Yang Qizhou's heart tremble.

The distance between the Ancient Earth and the real world was not far.

On the contrary, they were very close?

[Honey Pot (Member): Group Owner, how do you know all this?]

[Secret Cultivator (Group Owner): I have already revealed enough information this time, far exceeding the scope of what you wanted to know. One must learn to be content.]

[Secret Cultivator (Group Owner): However, I can reveal a little more to you.]

[Secret Cultivator (Group Owner): The number of players in the World of Weirdness is pitifully small in terms of population ratio, reaching as low as one in six figures. However, the specific number is much larger than you imagine. Most of them have been registered by the Bureau of Occult Investigation and warned of the precautions, so they are within a controllable range. But among the players the Bureau of Occult Investigation hasn't found, a small portion likes to court death; they didn't survive half a month and caused quite a bit of trouble.]

A ratio of one in several hundred thousand players was indeed not a small number.

It was normal for some to court death.

That said, the "Secret Cultivator" was actually quite decent. Not only did she answer his question about the consequences of chanting a "complete honorific name" in the real world, but she also vaguely revealed a lot of secret information.

Yang Qizhou's favorability toward her increased significantly.

This group owner was a reliable person; he could interact with her more in the future.

The sound of chanting grew clearer, like secret life whispering in his ears, and a power that was eerily green, evil, and twisted began to flow down from the thirteenth floor.

[Honey Pot (Member): Thank you, Group Owner. I'm busy now, talk later.]

[Secret Cultivator (Group Owner): Is there a player chanting a "deity's" honorific name near you?]

[Honey Pot (Member): Yeah, that damn bastard...]

Without waiting to see if the "Secret Cultivator" would reply, Yang Qizhou put his phone away.

The illusory chanting grew clearer, filled with rampant evil and terrifying echoes. According to the "Secret Cultivator," the dire consequences of chanting a "complete honorific name" might appear very soon.

He just didn't know if this "Chaos Great Lord lurking at the bottom of the abyss" still maintained Its complete status, authority, and symbolism.

Or if It had already fallen.

Or perhaps, some other state entirely.

"Why not go and take a look? If there's an opportunity, I'll give Wang Chuang and the mastermind behind him a good beating."

"If even I can't handle it, then so be it. I'll use the ability of the Doom-Bringing Raven to detach from the current fate line and leave it to the Bureau of Occult Investigation to deal with."

On the thirteenth floor of the Diamond Building, inside a massive exhibition hall.

The space was currently covered in spiderweb-like silk, dense and thick, glowing with an eerie green hue. Eight or nine cocoons hung suspended from the ceiling.

At the very center, Wang Chuang stood upon an altar, chanting the complete honorific name of a deity.

His flesh and blood had grafted onto the Broken Statue of the Abyss Old God, mutating him into a monster oozing with pus, twisted, evil, and nauseating to behold.

This distortion continued to progress as time ticked by.

Anyone who looked at Wang Chuang now felt as if their brain had been filled with paste, leaving them dizzy and suffering from a splitting headache.

At this very moment, The scene here was terrifying and twisted, much like a demon's lair.

"Wang Chuang, you bastard! If you have the guts, kill me! Otherwise, once I break free, I'll slaughter you!" The speaker was Zhao Keke, one of the people hanging from the ceiling.

This woman had always been hot-tempered; facing a desperate situation, she felt no fear, only a surge of burning rage.

The members of the Bureau of Occult Investigation also had dim eyes.

They were not afraid of death. Ever since joining the Bureau of Occult Investigation and becoming guardians fighting against the evil in the darkness, they had long since cast aside thoughts of life and death.

Yet, when this moment truly arrived, they still couldn't help but feel a sense of loss.

"Chief Zhou, we've fallen. The Broken Statue of the Abyss Old God, this Old Day Item, has come to life and is evolving into a deity. No one can stop it now."

"It's fortunate that the Lamp Bearer saved the civilians. Otherwise, if thousands of lives had been used for the sacrifice, who knows how powerful this awakened deity would have become."

"Damn it, it must be the Hermit Society. Only they would be this insane."

"If the Broken Statue of the Abyss Old God really comes to life and becomes a deity, I wonder if the Director can handle it."

"He should... be able to... right?"

Zhou Xu's heart was heavy.

In the past, there had been players who, unaware of the taboos, chanted the complete honorific names of deities for fun, leaving behind a mess that the Bureau of Occult Investigation always had to clean up. They did have experience in dealing with such matters.

But this time was different from anything they had encountered before. Someone had cultivated the Old Day Item, the Broken Statue of the Abyss Old God, bringing it to a high level of activation, found the corresponding complete honorific name, and even set up a compatible ritual.

Although the Lamp Bearer's intervention had saved the civilians and disrupted the ritual, preventing it from being completed, certain mystical factors had still manifested.

If the Broken Statue of the Abyss Old God truly came to life, it would likely be a complete deity possessing an honorific name, status, authority, and symbolism.

Was the current Bureau of Occult Investigation truly prepared to face a "deity"?

"Director, this mess is a bit too big. I hope you can handle it."

An atmosphere of despair spread.

Just then, a figure appeared at the entrance, drawing the attention of all the Bureau of Occult Investigation members. When they saw who it was, their faces filled with pleasant surprise.