Hall Master?

Deep Space Graveyard.

The icy dead silence seemed eternal and unchanging. Only the enormous, rust-mottled hook hung high in the void, wreathed in wisps of Chaos Flow, emanating an ancient, ominous aura that made hearts tremble.

"Blasphemy!!!"

Beo's eyes abruptly widened. The refinement on his face had long since vanished, leaving only indescribable shock and envy!

At that moment, Heaven's Mandate's words by the Star Shattering Sea rang through his core code like a great bell, exploding with a thunderous crash:

"Remember, the [Ancient Hall] only accepts those who dare to blaspheme against gods!"

"Blasphemy is only the beginning!"

Before this, he had merely thought it madness, an unreachable delusion.

No matter how much he yearned for the "ancient realm," he still could not overcome the awe he had held for Divine Lord [Evil Fall] for countless ages. He had not dared to truly take that step.

Yet now, right before his eyes,

Li Qingshan devoured the Divine Might of the throne like a whale swallowing the sea, leaving behind distinct bite marks as he perfectly demonstrated what it meant to—

Blaspheme! Against! Gods!

"Not bad!"

The voice rang out through the deathly silent Deep Space Graveyard. It remained calm, yet it no longer carried the utter stillness of before.

Beo abruptly turned his head and stared at the figure standing in the void beside him—Heaven's Mandate.

At that moment, on that wooden, expressionless face that had remained unchanged for ten thousand years, an exceedingly rare... slight upward curve appeared?!

A trace of... approving smile!

Approval for Li Qingshan's act of "blasphemy"?

The thought flashed through Beo's mind, and he suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of absurdity and shame.

After all, it was precisely because he had feared Li Qingshan's strangeness that he had not joined those alliances. By a