Every time I communicate with the Fate Oracle, it inexplicably infuriates me.
The crucial point is that it's just a Oracle; you can't even punch it.
Fate flew out from Qin Ze's forehead in the form of a small white ball of light.
You're telling me this is the Land of the Gods?
"What a godforsaken place."
" The Abyss truly lives up to its name."
"Couldn't you wake me up in a beautiful new world? How can this hellish place be worthy of my noble status..."
The moment the Fate Oracle awoke, it began its relentless "criticism."
He cursed heaven, earth, and even the air, and incidentally, he took the opportunity to deliver a sarcastic remark to Lin Zhiyuan.
Qin Ze ignored him, saying it was like a tortoise chanting scriptures; he wasn't Lin Zhiyuan anyway.
Sword cultivator Lin Zhiyuan, God of Greed, Pretty God, Circus Troupe Leader...
He can switch between several identities smoothly and seamlessly.
The Fate Oracle had been rambling on for a while, but it was a satisfying explanation.
"That guy who couldn't even speak properly is gone; you've already emerged from Chaos."
"The fact that you didn't die inside means you still have some skills."
Qin Ze gave a slight smile, "Thank you for your compliment."
The Fate Oracle couldn't detect Qin Ze's sarcastic tone; it simply felt he was genuinely flattering it.
It circled Qin Ze a few times, then said, "Tell me, what do you want me to find for you?"
"My power can traverse space, even infinite time! This is the power of Fate!"
"Let me tell you..."
Please don't say anything more.
Qin Ze quickly interrupted the guy.
I need to find some swords.
Qin Ze waved his hand, summoning Miss Sword Case, who was playing with the clouds, over.
Miss Sword Case dislikes the Fate Oracle the most, finding it far less bright and endearing than before.
However, for the sake of her child, she chose one word—endurance.
"Long time no see, strange box."
The Fate Oracle took the initiative to greet Miss Sword Case, feeling that he was far too polite and courteous.
Miss Sword Case remained silent and continued to endure.
Seeing that its greeting went unanswered, the Fate Oracle scoffed, "You impolite box."
Qin Ze explained, "The sword I'm looking for originally belonged to her."
As he spoke, Qin Ze controlled the Water Child and Fire Child to surround the Fate Oracle.
"There are three more swords like this. I need you to help me find the remaining three."
That's it?
The Fate Oracle felt that its talents were being wasted.
"You half-baked swordsman are really obsessed with swords!"
"I suggest you choose one that offers good value for money."
"For example, a god's tomb, an ancient treasure, a dying, Strange God that dies if you touch it... which one isn't more cost-effective than finding a few broken swords?"
Enough is enough; there's no need to endure it any longer.
Miss Sword Case commanded Fire Child to shatter the small ball of light with a single sword strike.
The Fate Oracle instantly recovered and hid behind Qin Ze.
"Look, this box is insane!"
"The boxes are all insane, and that sword isn't much better."
Miss Sword Case retorted angrily, "You're the one who's crazy!"
Fire Child and Water Child followed closely behind the Fate Oracle.
One fled, two pursued.
Qin Ze couldn't help but feel a bit overwhelmed.
"Alright, I'm going to find those three swords."
Miss Sword Case, Yangyang, called back Second Child and boasted to the Fate Oracle, "Our friendship is unbreakable!"
The Fate Oracle sighed deeply, "Alas, how foolish of us!"
This was Qin Ze's decision, and it had to be carried out.
The Fate Oracle flew to Qin Ze's head and solemnly declared, "Humble wretch, the power of Fate will bestow its grace upon you."
" Fate will transcend the river of time and the mountains of space, binding you tightly to the three flying swords."
"The current of destiny is unstoppable; let us offer a hymn of praise to the God of Fate..."
Qin Ze blinked, not expecting this guy's "casting animation" to be so long.
The last time the Light unleashed its power, it was swift and decisive.
When Fate intervened, he mumbled and rambled on for quite a while.
Miss Sword Case snorted, "It's just making a show of itself; its words don't make any sense."
A few minutes later, the Fate Oracle's long, melodramatic speech finally came to an end.
A small hand reached out from the ball of light and gently stroked Qin Ze's head.
God-Given Mortal Body!
The ball of light shattered in an instant, transforming into a sky full of starlight.
Miss Sword Case couldn't help but exclaim, "So beautiful!"
Although the Fate Oracle is of extremely poor quality and is not popular.
But Miss Sword Case had to admit that the explosion of Fate was truly beautiful.
Those brilliant stars were even more dazzling than the Milky Way.
Some of the starlight fell Yangyang on Qin Ze's shoulders, while the rest merged into the void.
Miss Sword Case exclaimed, " Qin Ze, you're glowing again!"
Unlike the light of the bright, the Fate Oracle is not so dazzling, but as gentle as water.
Qin Ze raised his arm, and Xingzi slid down his shoulder, gradually disappearing into his Flesh and Blood.
As Qin Ze gazed into the distance, a subtle, almost imperceptible connection arose between him and the Abyss.
"Is this Fate...?"
Miss Sword Case circled around Qin Ze: "Is that all?"
Where is my child?
Where is my child?
Miss Sword Case would sometimes lift Qin Ze's arm up, and sometimes snuggle in Qin Ze.
Unfortunately, she searched for a long time but couldn't find the new baby.
Qin Ze grabbed Miss Sword Case with both hands and helped her sit up straight.
"Look, you're in a hurry again."
"The power of the Fate Oracle is not instantaneous; you must give it some time."
Miss Sword Case was greatly disappointed upon hearing this. "It said so much in one breath, and even created some amazing special effects, but it still needs time?"
If the Fate Oracle were still around, Miss Sword Case would definitely poke its butt hard with Fire Child.
Qin Ze looked up at the sky. "We will definitely find it."
Seeing her best friend's resolute expression, Miss Sword Case chose to believe her.
She didn't believe in Fate Oracle, but rather in her good friends.
The clones chattered away on the Local Area Network.
"This alarm clock has finally died."
"Where is the power of Fate? It doesn't seem to have changed at all."
"The truly strong often influence others Soundlessness."
Where is Run?
"So what if a flying sword suddenly hits us in the face?"
"That's how it is, that's fate."
"..."
Qin Ze shook his head.
He felt that the appearance of the remaining three flying swords must have been accidental.
Perhaps it was a scorching afternoon, or perhaps it was during the time of digging up a grave.
Qin Ze clenched his fist. "I'm about to break through."
During his previous battle with the Nether Sparrow, his " Real Man " state briefly allowed him to break through to Level Nine.
But after the battle, he returned to the Peak of Level Eight.
After this epic battle, Qin Ze is just one final push away from his ultimate breakthrough.
Perhaps in the time it takes to eat a meal or drink water, one can break through the Level Nine of shackles.
With a listless expression, Miss Sword Case asked, " Qin Ze, where are we going now?"
Qin Ze couldn't help but smile, "Go home."
I'll introduce you to a new friend.
Miss Sword Case asked curiously, "A new friend? Who is it?"
A hint of reminiscence crossed Qin Ze's face. "My dearest friend, and also my teacher."