Qin Ze thought the Magician's words made sense.
It's time to run the weekly dungeon Myriad Races Black Market.
The Dharma King remarked, "Has the Myriad Races Black Market become a beginner's village?"
"The new Heavenly King all need to be brought over for a spin first."
Last time it was A Bing, this time it's Gambling Dog.
Qin Ze checked his forum private messages again, but Daoist Miao still hadn't replied.
Not only Yan Miao, but Zi Yue has also been out of contact for a long time.
Their last conversation was about Qin Ze's question, "Are you there?", from several days ago.
"Could it be that he went into seclusion?"
Qin Ze felt that this was probably the only possibility.
The Mist Lord interjected, "I couldn't stand the harassment from that guy, so I blocked you."
Qin Ze browsed through the posts on the forum.
The post about the " Myriad Races Grand Tournament " has received many more replies, but most of them are just for fun, and the Ancient Race has yet to come forward to explain the situation.
"The five strange beasts are the key."
" The Spirit Divination Stick have already been received."
"The strange beast that the water-attribute flying sword suppressed is either dead or escaped. Only by asking Daoist Miao can we find out the answer."
There are currently no leads regarding the other three flying swords.
Qin Ze felt a headache coming on.
Old Huang, you're going all the way. Couldn't you have packed up the Swords of the Five Elements and the mythical beast before giving them to him?
The Magician transformed back into human form, straightened his clothes, and said, "That's easy. We can just do a divination and find out the location of those flying swords."
Qin Ze looked at him and said, "You calculate it."
The Magician asked, puzzled, "Don't you have that ability too?"
Qin Ze shook his head. "Drawing cards consumes lifespan, and I've already used all of mine."
The Magician looked exasperated. "I didn't work?"
Qin Ze said impatiently, "This is what I hired you for."
"If you don't want to do it, just spit out the Soul Orb; there are plenty of others who will."
The Magician sighed. Even if he became Heavenly King, he hadn't crossed any social class boundaries; he had only gone from being a lowly beast of burden to a high-class one.
Splash--
The Magician waved his hand gently, and the Three-Phase Cards, Skill of the God, lined up in front of him.
"A card that conceals the power of destiny, please provide a hint, let me glimpse a corner of the future fate of the person before me..."
As he spoke, the Magician randomly drew a card from the deck.
The sun, moon, and stars on the cards disappeared one after another, and the hexagram began to appear.
"Strangeness."
The Magician frowned.
More than ten seconds later, the card was still just a swirling white mist, without any divination result.
The Magician threw the card, and it shattered and disappeared in mid-air.
I refuse to believe it.
"I just changed jobs, how can I keep suffering defeats!"
The Magician, defiant of fate, consumed even more of his Source of Life and drew another Three-Phase Cards; streaks of white had already appeared at his temples.
Let me see!
However, the card was still shrouded in mist.
Compared to the previous card, the fog on this card moves faster.
One of the clones yawned boredly. "Are you even capable? I want to see rivers of blood."
The Magician gritted his teeth. "You can call me a gambler, you can call me unlucky, but you can't question my divination!"
The rapidly swirling mist formed a vortex, Source of Life within the Magician began to be uncontrollably drawn out and into the cards.
In the blink of an eye, the Magician transformed into a hunched, white-haired old man, bleeding from all seven orifices, his clothes instantly soaked through.
The drowsy clone immediately perked up upon seeing this. "Holy crap! There's a real river of blood!"
The Dharma King hurriedly said, " Master Mo, quickly stop your supernatural powers, you're going to beat yourself to death."
The Magician trembled violently, his voice weak and feeble. "Stop... stop... I can't..."
Qin Ze stepped forward and crushed the card, causing the Magician to fall straight down.
Miss Sword Case heard the noise and came over, poking at the spot with her flying sword.
" Qin Ze, your puppet is hard."
"Should I cremate and recycle your body?"
Miss Sword Case couldn't wait to take out her fire-attribute flying sword, wanting to burn something.
The dying Magician now has great difficulty even speaking; his eyelids feel like they're filled with lead, and he just wants to keep them closed.
"A new account!"
"Are you kidding me?"
"Can't play at all!"
The Magician loudly protested the injustice of fate on the Local Area Network.
Giant Overlord suggested, "Next time you tell someone else's fortune, you should tell your own first."
Qin Ze tossed a Source Crystal onto the Magician, who immediately began to absorb it eagerly.
"No need for now."
There will be other opportunities in the future.
Miss Sword Case was extremely disappointed. "Alright then."
With the addition of fire-attribute flying swords, the Circus's cremation efficiency will be greatly improved.
Qin Ze looked at the wrecked Magician on the ground and whispered, "The power of the cards is useless against me. Is my fate beyond my comprehension?"
The elderly man, having absorbed the entire Source Crystal, slowly got up from the ground.
They promised a minimum charge, but they almost drained him dry.
The Magician, palm up, extended his right hand. "Give it to me."
What will you give me?
" Source Crystal, you've done this to me, and you're not going to take responsibility, are you?"
Qin Ze said calmly, "There aren't many left. I'm keeping some for emergencies."
The Magician said, "I'm in a real hurry right now!"
Qin Ze patted him on the shoulder. "You're already Heavenly King, yet you're still so immature. If the other ordinary clones saw this, they'd laugh at you."
The Magician cursed, "If I don't hurry, I'll die!"
The Dharma King then offered a suggestion. "You can use the rest of your lifespan to draw upon one more Skill of the God."
"If I draw a healing skill, my health bar will be fully restored instantly."
The Magician's eyes lit up upon hearing this. "You know what, you really shouldn't believe it!"
Qin Ze interrupted his spellcasting animation, "Alright, don't kill yourself on the first day."
"Once we get to the Myriad Races Black Market, ask Second Sister for two bottles of Life Essence."
The Magician is currently in a state where drinking three bottles of Life Essence will restore him to about 70-80% of his original condition.
Qin Ze called to Miss Sword Case, "We're leaving."
Miss Sword Case asked curiously, "Where to? The Land of Origin, or to find other flying swords?"
Qin Ze replied, "Go to the Myriad Races Black Market and inquire about your child."
Miss Sword Case immediately clung to Qin Ze's back. "Let's go!"
Moments later, Miss Sword Case transformed into a streak of light and headed straight for the Gate of the Abyss.
The clan chief watched Qin Ze leave, murmuring, "The deity has departed."
"But as long as we remain loyal, our bond will never disappear."
He then turned to the group of Molten Steel People, who were currently the world's best forging experts.
"Open the furnace!"
The Furnace Fire was boiling, and two pieces of cowhide were placed into the Furnace to begin the first round of melting.
Qin Ze was lucky; he encountered a wandering Abyss Puppet nearby as soon as he left the Molten Steel World.
After determining the location of the Myriad Races Black Market, he controlled the Abyss Puppet to move forward.
Having regained much of his energy, the Magician looked around and said, "It'll take several days to get here."
"Should I use a teleportation skill to send us all to the Myriad Races Black Market?"