Chapter 1556: Beginning of the Deathmatch Dance!
While heading towards the grand hall, Gu Qing Shan released his inner sight to cautiously examine the situation.
Only to see that everyone appeared to be completely used to it, not paying much attention, if any at all, to him.
Everyone was gazing at the entrance to the grand hall.
Over a dozen wraiths who gave off powerful presences were carrying various boxes, chests, and storage treasure devices towards the grand hall.
Gu Qing Shan narrowed his eyes.
He could sense some of the boxes giving off terrifying fluctuations.
It seems they’re some especially powerful treasures.
—–what are they planning to do?
Reneedol seems to be preparing for something considerable and not just having me tell her some stories.
With that in mind, Gu Qing Shan’s guard was raised even higher.
Following the change in his attitude, the faint sound of music by his ears became quite a bit clearer and louder.
Huh?
What’s going on? Did I accidentally trigger the Deathmatch Dance?
Lines of glowing text appeared on the War God UI:
[You’ve prepared yourself for collecting information]
[You’ve focused your attention on the upcoming mission, constantly ready for combat]
[The Deathmatch Dance was affected by this and is currently manifesting its initial form]
Gu Qing Shan stayed silent for a bit.
“War God UI, do you know what’s going on with this Dance?” he silently asked.
[No idea] the War God UI replied.
His Soul Points were silently deducted.
Gu Qing Shan glanced at the changing Soul Points number and complained: “You’re glossing it over with ‘no idea’? At least tell me what’s going on with this music”
This time, the War God UI’s answer was a bit longer: [I’m not glossing it over. In reality, this stage of the Sacrificial Dance is your official introduction to the power of Occultism, it is currently sensing your personal style and using this to create your personal unprecedented Deathmatch Dance. Before it has been fully manifested, the System cannot predict what would happen to it]
His Soul Points value was deducted twice.
Gu Qing Shan raised an eyebrow and asked: “Why did you deduct Soul Points twice?”
[You asked two questions] the War God UI replied.
His Soul Points were deducted once again.
Glancing at the small number of Soul Points he had left, Gu Qing Shan no longer tried to refute the System.
He kept silent and kept moving forward.
While he was thinking, a female scoff was heard by his ears.
—–Lin walked past him and swiftly made her way into the grand hall.
Indeed, she’s currently a 12-winged seraph, the strongest individual in the angel world; she’s naturally qualified to enter the grand hall.
The three Wraith Lords should also be by Reneedol’s side.
Gu Qing Shan’s gaze pulled back briefly before focusing on the treasures that were being carried inside again.
…they’re probably going to discuss something critical.
He sped up towards the grand hall.
Inside the grand hall.
Lin arrived first.
All three Wraith Lords were here, as well as several of the commander angels.
Reneedol sat on top of a high throne with a solemn expression.
Wraith Lord Karmic Fire ordered: “Open all the treasures, we need to take a look and see what might be able to aid us under these critical circumstances”
Lin shook her head: “Bai Yuan, I know you’ve spent a lot of effort collecting various treasures over these years, but how could any of them be capable of going against that giant eyeball?”
Bai Yuan was Wraith Lord Karmic Fire’s real name, so he pondered briefly before answering: “In reality, within the Samsara, each and every realm has their own Delimitation Divine Artifact that contains unlimited power. I think that any of them would be able to put up a fight against that eyeball”
Lin chuckled sarcastically and asked: “And did you find any of these Delimitation Divine Artifacts?”
Bai Yuan sighed and replied: “We actually did, but unfortunately…”
“Unfortunately it’s just a bunch of broken fragments now” Wraith Lord Giant Frame followed up.
Everyone went silent.
Reneedol sighed and said: “Everyone, a moment of life and death is right in front of us, does anyone have a solution for that eyeball?”
No one answered at all.
The grand hall fell into silence with the atmosphere gradually becoming grim and desperate.
Suddenly, someone reported: “Wraith Might Cang has arrived”
A few moments later, Cang Wu Zhang appeared in front of them with a flash.
Everyone turned to him.
He then smiled and bowed at everyone: “Greetings, Grand Empress. Greetings the Wraith Lords and angels”
As soon as he said that, the sound of music reverberated behind him.
Puu bon bon bon!
Puu bon bon bon!
Puu bon bon bon bon bon*——* [1]
A rhythmic series of drumming resounded briefly before disappearing.
The grand hall returned to silence.
Reneedol: “…”
The three Wraith Lords: “…”
Lin: “…”
Gu Qing Shan froze on the spot, completely flabbergasted.
I only intended to greet them and stand on one side without saying a single word.
—–so why did I get personal background music for my entrance.
Even more importantly, it would have been fine if you gave me a dance directly, now that everyone is gathered here, I don’t mind killing them all at once.
Why did you give me some background music then stopped right away?
He looked at everyone, only to see that they were all observing him with an inexplicable expression.
Wraith Lord Giant Frame shouted: “Idiotic child, what did you do just now?”
——he was Cang Wu Zhang’s father.
In the past, when Cang Wu Zhang was killed by Gu Qing Shan, he was the one who requested Bai Yuan to perform an Immortal Craft to resurrect Cang Wu Zhang.
Hearing this, Gu Qing Shan understood that he was being given a chance to explain himself, so he immediately clasped his fist and answered apologetically: “I’m very sorry, I’ve been researching Occultism rhythms recently. After this great battle, I will offer it up for everyone to listen”
He glanced at the War God UI.
Lines of glowing text had already appeared there:
[A Deathmatch Dance that suits your style is being manifested]
[First step: Background music]
[Personal style is being determined]
[You’ve obtained an opening theme for the Deathmatch Dance; the detailed composition is being arranged]
[Attention, you cannot control this music]
[It will sense your personal charms to gradually create a special tune suitable for you alone]
Gu Qing Shan’s expression went stiff and silently asked: “So my personal style is ‘puu bon bon bon’?”
[During manifestation, this Dance will need to experiment a few times before determining your opening music]
[Furthermore, after the System’s complete examination, an overall trend has been found, to obtain information of the overall trend, you need to immediately expend 10,000 Soul Points]
“Take it” Gu Qing Shan clenched his teeth.
10,000 Soul Points were then deducted.
The War God UI solemnly told him: [In reality, from your personal status, as the transcendental chef, the venerable Devil King of Huang Quan, newest heir of the Occultism Dance, the great Performer and Actor, Pioneer of the upcoming Age of [Order], the disciple of the Thousand Dragon Ancestor, the absolute purest man in a sea of wildflowers, as well as your numerous experiences of war, single-handedly ending many tough battles, and your good karma of saving numerous worlds; your opening music would definitely not contain only this ridiculous ‘puu bon bon bon’—–]
“And?” Gu Qing Shan asked.
The War God UI replied: [Other than ‘puu bon bon bon’, perhaps you’ll get some ‘bang bang bang’ as well]
Gu Qing Shan disappointedly lowered his head.
What else could he say now?
In front of everyone, he was left with no choice but to forcefully maintain his calm as he looked up again, clasping his fist apologetically.
Reneedol was feeling troubled, so she didn’t want to ask too much and simply said: “It’s too early to consider celebratory winning music right now, we currently need to consider any solutions we have to deal with that eyeball”
“Understood” Gu Qing Shan nodded.
Lin stood with the others and glanced at him, but her mind was full of turmoil.
——Reneedol and the wraiths didn’t know about this impulsive style of music nor any of the corresponding details, so it was normal for them to react that way.
But Lin had already been cut into countless pieces by this same kind of music after returning from the Age of Old.
She had already witnessed Gu Qing Shan’s Dance during the Bramble Bird Kingdom’s Count conferring ceremony.
This style of music had left an extremely deep impression on her.
Searching its origins, this Sacrificial Dance was actually a treasure that the strongest Combatant of the Bygone Era accidentally found.
As a Bygone Era human, Lin naturally understood this very well!
She silently replayed that music in her mind several times before she recognized the familiar feeling.
There are no mistakes.
There are definitely no mistakes.
This is the exact same thing as the Dance that the old man passed down!
But Cang Wu Zhang…
This can’t be right, the old man’s only disciple was Gu Qing Shan, so how could that pretty boy Cang Wu Zhang obtain this Dance as well?
At this point, countless thoughts moved through Lin’s mind.
Recalling how Cang Wu Zhang dared to toy with me in front of everyone outside the grand hall—–
Could it be…
Lin clenched her fist tightly and almost rushed over to question him.
——-but this isn’t the time for that!
She glanced around.
Everyone was only looking at the treasures or sighing and shaking their heads in disdain towards Cang Wu Zhang.
Lin clenched her teeth again, unable to help herself silently sending her voice to Cang Wu Zhang:
“Hm?”
This ‘hm’ was filled with several layers of meaning, anyone who knew about it would understand what it meant, while the real Cang Wu Zhang would only feel clueless about this sudden ‘hm’.
Hearing this, Gu Qing Shan had no other choice.
If Lin didn’t know, it wasn’t an issue if I hid it from her, since we’re being surrounded by enemies, I’d have many ways to justify it.
But if I still tried to deceive Lin after she purposely asked.
That…
That outcome is…
Gu Qing Shan could only answer with an unchanged expression:
“Hm”
Lin silently listened to his answer and slowly narrowed her eyes.