Chapter 758 - 465: 7 Gods (2)

In the room.

Hu Qi was on one knee on the floor.

He struggled to push himself up, his chest heaving violently.

Harsh, ragged breaths escaped his lips and nose, raspy like a broken bellows.

Hu Qi could taste the metallic tang of iron in his mouth, and his vision was starting to blur.

Blood seeped from his nostrils, dripping onto the gray, iris-embroidered carpet and blooming into dark red stains.

He got to his feet and staggered into the washroom.

Gripping the edge of the sink, he looked up at the mirror on the wall.

His current appearance was reflected within it.

His once-handsome face was now ashen as a corpse. A web of blood vessels covered the whites of his eyes, and trickles of blood snaked from his eyes, ears, and nose.

Droplets of blood rolled down his gaunt jawline.

He looked like someone who had been grievously injured and was on the brink of death.

’Damn it...’

Hu Qi cursed under his breath.

His voice was incredibly hoarse.

Right now, it felt as if steel needles were churning inside his skull.

But for him, it wasn’t unbearable.

He bent over and turned on the faucet.

He let the cold stream wash over his hands.

Then, he scooped up the bone-chilling water and splashed it on his face.

Wisps of blood swirled in the sink before vanishing down the drain.

Only then did his mind clear slightly.

’What was that thing just now?’

Hu Qi’s expression was grim.

He thought back to what had just happened.

The moment he had seen that shadow, he was struck with a sense of impending doom.

If he hadn’t reacted in time, forcefully using his Divine Soul Power to break free, this Divine Fragment of his consciousness would have perished here today.

After all, even if he was just a Divine Fragment of his true self’s consciousness, his fundamental nature remained unchanged.

Even an ordinary True God couldn’t instill such a sense of crisis in him.

Unless it was a being at the Peak of the Dao Seed level, or something that existed above True Gods.

The moment this thought crossed his mind, a very long name vaguely began to form in his consciousness.

The sensation was sudden and abrupt.

At the same time, his body seemed to move without his control.

He opened his mouth and began to speak the name in the Ancient Burrim Language.

The moment the first syllable left his lips, strange whispers immediately filled his ears.

Specks of static appeared before his eyes.

The light in the entire room dimmed instantly.

Seeing this, Hu Qi’s Spirit jolted.

Vaguely, the sound of a snake’s hiss echoed once more, drowning out the whispers.

He banished the distracting thoughts, no longer replaying the scene in his mind.

Instantly, the strange sounds, images, and lighting all returned to normal.

’It seems this is far trickier than I imagined.’

Hu Qi licked the blood from the corner of his mouth.

He hadn’t expected to encounter a situation like this.

By now, he had gained a basic understanding of the paths of Professionals in this world.

Many Professionals, on their path of advancement or during their daily training—especially those on more obscure and niche paths—would unknowingly find themselves being watched and influenced by unknown existences.

The only difference was the form this influence took.

For example, whispers in dreams, hallucinations without warning, or perhaps the gradual mutation of their own flesh...

These events seemed bizarre and incomprehensible, but with Hu Qi’s knowledge, he understood what was happening.

To put it bluntly, it was the unconscious influence that powerful beings exerted on Low Tier Life Forms.

The advancement path of a Professional Sequence was more like a process of imitation and learning.

One could say that once a person became a Professional, they would establish a medium of connection with those unknown existences.

It was only natural that they would be inevitably influenced; the only difference was the degree of that influence.

With his main body’s power, he could easily do the same. There was nothing surprising about it.

And Hu Qi, whose very consciousness possessed True Godhood, should have been immune to the influence of such beings to some degree.

His fundamental nature was high enough to allow him to ignore this kind of corruption.

But now, he had been affected.

Thinking of this, his gaze fell upon the panel before him.

——

[Ancient Burrim Language (Perfection) Trait: Language Origin]

...

[Modification Points: 140,901 (9%)]

The Modification Points had only decreased by 100.

However, that wasn’t what Hu Qi was focused on.

His gaze fell on the Trait that had appeared after Ancient Burrim Language reached Perfection.

Instantly, a stream of information flowed into his mind. Its meaning was simple.

The Ancient Burrim Language, a mystical language capable of leveraging Spirituality, possessed Extraordinary Traits by its very nature.

This was even truer for the Ancient Burrim Language at the Perfection Level.

The meaning of Language Origin was simple: it allowed one to use the language as a medium to peer at the source that created it.

One could even borrow a portion of that entity’s power.

However, that latter option was merely a hypothetical.

Even Hu Qi couldn’t look directly at that entity, let alone borrow its power.

Thinking back on it carefully, he now understood what had happened.

That shadow must have been the source of the Ancient Burrim Language—in other words, the creator of the language.

The Ancient Burrim Language had circulated in this world for an unknown amount of time, possibly even tracing back to the very dawn of the Extraordinary.

Regarding the Ancient Burrim Language, the book Ophelia had given him only contained a part of the language, not its entirety.

But even so, it was more than enough for ordinary Professionals.

For an average Professional, completely mastering this language was nearly impossible, unless they held some special, secret profession dedicated to linguistic research.

So, under normal circumstances...