Chapter 27 Taking

As expected, it shares the same origin as the Bagua Formation, but is far more supreme... This is definitely not a remnant of an ordinary deity.

Emperor Fuxi...the progenitor of humanity, the creator of the Eight Trigrams and the Book of Changes...if he truly possesses divine qualities...

Gu Yunqing's heart pounded uncontrollably.

This opportunity is so great that it could drive anyone who knows about it crazy.

The valley was not deserted.

There were about a dozen players who had entered earlier or had broken in by other means, scattered around, their eyes fixed intently on the altar in the center of the valley.

The altar is not a bare stone platform; in front of it stands an ancient stone tablet carved with winding dragon patterns. The inscription on the tablet is not written characters, but rather constantly changing primordial trigrams, which are mysterious and difficult to understand.

In the very center of the altar, instead of the divine light orb that one might expect, there was an enormous natural tortoise shell.

The tortoise shell was smooth as a mirror, faintly reflecting the starlight flowing in the sky and the fresh air permeating the valley.

Everyone could sense that the vast aura of law was rising from the tortoise shell and the dragon stele, as if it were waiting for something.

"It seems that gaining recognition isn't so simple," Su Meichuan said softly, her beautiful eyes sweeping over the players who were either anxious or deep in thought.

A hot-tempered, burly player, seemingly growing impatient, suddenly charged toward the altar, attempting to grab the tortoise shell directly.

"You're just playing tricks! The treasure is mine!"

However, as soon as he stepped into the altar area, the divination on the dragon tablet suddenly lit up, and an invisible barrier appeared, violently throwing him away. He spat out a mouthful of blood in mid-air and landed heavily, struggling to get up.

"Idiot." A hint of disdain flashed in Qiu Zangxue's crimson eyes as she scoffed at this brainless behavior.

Another elderly man, who appeared to be quite scholarly, held a compass-like prop that was constantly calculating, and was painstakingly deducing from the dragon stele while muttering incantations:

"Qian represents Heaven, Kun represents Earth... No, the flow of Qi here should be a balance of water and fire? Or a connection between mountains and lakes?"

He tried to send a beam of spiritual light into the tortoise shell from a distance. Ripples appeared on the surface of the tortoise shell, and a set of blurry hexagrams vaguely emerged, but they only lasted for a moment before dissipating, clearly failing to gain recognition.

The old man's face turned pale, and he staggered backward, clearly suffering the backlash of his failed deduction.

Other players also tried various methods, some attempting to communicate with each other using mental power, and others using all sorts of strange and unusual deduction tools, but without exception, they all failed.

The tortoise shell remains silent, and the dragon stele stands quietly.

The audience in Zhuge Jin's live stream was in an uproar:

"It seems that brute force alone won't work; we need to solve the problem."

"This question is way beyond the scope of the curriculum, isn't it? Even that old man with the advanced deduction tools failed."

"What old man? That's the fortune teller, ranked ninety-ninth on the advanced player leaderboard!"

"Bu Suanzi is getting better now, he can even be called an old man now, we used to call him that old codger."

"It feels even more difficult to deal with than the Bagua formation outside..."

"Master Zhuge, how about another dazzling display?"

Jun Xiangbei's gaze swept over the dragon stele and the tortoise shell, and the blue data stream in his eyes flashed rapidly once again.

He seemed to be building a model, analyzing the energy feedback of all previous failed cases, trying to find patterns.

Jun Xiangbei quickly frowned slightly, his voice carrying a hint of barely perceptible confusion: "The proportion of non-logical factors is too high, and the variables cannot be exhaustively listed. The success rate of the deduction... is less than three percent."

He looked at Zhuge Jin, his eyes clearly saying: I can't solve this problem.

Su Meichuan patted his shoulder and gently comforted him, "Xiang Bei, this kind of metaphysical stuff is not your forte."

Xin Yuan'er and Bai Muling didn't even have the thought of trying; they obediently stood behind the big boss.

Gu Yunqing took in all of this.

As expected, in the end, it still comes down to "professionals".

We should keep the good stuff within the family!

This divine status of Fuxi contains the ultimate principles of heaven and earth and deduces the mysteries of all things. It is a perfect match for Zhuge Jin's "prophet" position!

Once obtained, Zhuge Jin's "prophecy" will no longer rely solely on readers' imaginations and system assistance, but will truly possess the capital to touch the essence of the rules, resulting in a qualitative leap in its credibility and power.

This is crucial for his future plans, to cultivate an image of the "organization" as something profound and unfathomable, and to cultivate more "faith."

In comparison, giving it to Qiu Zangxue only adds some changes to the combat aspect, which is too inefficient.

As for Jun Xiangbei and the others... they were only temporary allies, so how could they give up such a crucial opportunity?

In the blink of an eye, Gu Yunqing had made her decision.

Through a consciousness link, he issued the final order to Zhuge Jin, who was hosted by the system: seize the divine status of Fuxi.

Zhuge Jin, who had been standing still and observing, finally moved.

He ignored the players around him who were either failing or watching from the sidelines, and walked calmly straight toward the altar.

The white veil covering her eyes shimmered faintly in the moonlight, and her pure white robe trailed on the ground, untouched by dust.

Wherever Zhuge Jin passed, the invisible barrier that had previously sent the burly man flying seemed to ripple gently as if it had met its master, and quietly dissipated without hindering him in the slightest.

This scene instantly attracted everyone's attention!

"How...how did he get in?"

"The barrier isn't responding?"

"Has he found the right method?"

Under the astonished and uncertain gazes of the crowd, Zhuge Jin slowly walked to the front of the huge tortoise shell.

He did not take out any props, nor did he perform any complicated rituals.

She simply raised her hand slowly, her long, jade-like fingertips gently touching the smooth surface of the tortoise shell.

The movements were light and casual, as if he were just casually brushing away the dust.

However, the instant his fingertips touched the tortoise shell—

"Buzz—!"

The entire tortoise shell suddenly trembled, and its surface no longer reflected starlight, but instead shone with a brilliant, clear light from the inside out!

Countless intricate and complex innate runes, containing the ultimate principles of heaven and earth, seemed to come alive, flowing, combining, and evolving rapidly along the natural patterns of the tortoise shell.

Qian, Kun, Zhen, Xun, Kan, Li, Gen, Dui... The eight trigrams are endlessly generated and cyclical, eventually no longer limited to a single trigram, but forming a perfect, harmonious, and all-encompassing—the Primordial Taiji Eight Trigrams Diagram!

The yin-yang fish, head to tail, with the eight trigrams flowing around them, expounds the profound truth of the birth and death of the universe and the rise and fall of all things.

The chat in Zhuge Jin's live stream was filled with shock:

"Holy crap! It lit up instantly?!"

"That's it... done? Others work themselves to the bone and still don't get anywhere, and he just touches them and it's done?"

"The difference between people is greater than the difference between people and dogs..."

"Master Zhuge: Basic stuff, don't get carried away."

The perfect Tai Chi Bagua diagram slowly rotated on the tortoise shell, exuding an indescribable profound Taoist charm.

At the same time, the silent dragon stele next to it seemed to be awakened, emitting a deep and magnificent roar.

The dragon patterns on the stele seemed to come alive, meandering and swimming, with rays of clear light shooting into the sky, echoing the Tai Chi Bagua diagram on the tortoise shell!

The pure, innate energy of the entire valley surged and converged wildly toward the altar.

Under the gaze of countless shocked, greedy, and incredulous eyes, a radiant light, whose magnificence and vastness defy description, slowly rose from the intersection of the dragon stele and the tortoise shell.

Within that clear light, one could vaguely see ancient phenomena of a dragon-horse carrying the Hetu diagram and a divine tortoise presenting the Luoshu diagram, which also contained the aura of supreme authority to deduce heavenly secrets, govern civilization, and establish human ethics.

The divine status of Fuxi!

It seemed to possess a spirit, circling once above the altar, as if searching for something.

Finally, in the instant when everyone's heartbeats faltered, it transformed into a streak of light, ignoring spatial distance, and plunged straight into the body of Zhuge Jin, who stood still before the tortoise shell!

As the clear light entered his body, Zhuge Jin's aura suddenly changed!

The original ethereal and distant atmosphere suddenly gained an indescribable sense of weight and antiquity, as if it carried the weight of civilization and understood the pulse of time and space.

The white veil covering his eyes moved without wind, and tiny hexagram symbols flashed and disappeared around his body.

The entire valley fell into a deathly silence.

Everyone stared in disbelief at the scene.

So... it was taken?

That silver-haired man in white gauze so casually obtained this seemingly incomprehensible supreme inheritance?

A strange light flashed in Qiu Zangxue's scarlet eyes, but more than that, it was indifference.

He wasn't very interested in this kind of "knowledge," but instead gripped his knife tightly and warily scanned the players around him who might be driven mad by jealousy.

Xin Yuan'er and Bai Muling were filled with admiration and excitement, feeling honored.

Jun Xiangbei's cold eyes were fixed on Zhuge Jin, the blue data stream in his eyes flashing wildly, as if he was trying his best to analyze the energy interaction pattern that was completely inconsistent with his logic library during the process of the god recognizing the master.

He pursed his thin lips slightly, and finally uttered only a whisper, filled with pure confusion and inquiry: "I cannot analyze the degree of compatibility beyond cognition."

Su Meichuan also abandoned her usual flirtatious demeanor, her expression becoming solemn as she whispered, "Xiang Bei, this Zhuge Jin... is even more unfathomable than he appears. The 'organization' behind him is probably far beyond our imagination."

Through Qiu Zangxue's perspective, Gu Yunqing sensed the vast aura within Zhuge Jin's disguise, which was gradually stabilizing yet had undergone a fundamental transformation, and a great sense of satisfaction and control welled up within her.

It was a success!

The divine status of Fuxi is mine!

Gu Yunqing could clearly sense that the "foundation" of Zhuge Jin's alias had been greatly supplemented and strengthened.

In the past, "prophecies" that relied on systems and readers' imaginations were mostly castles in the air.

Now, with the divine status of Fuxi as the cornerstone of the rules, each of his "prophecies" will be closer to the reality of the world and more likely to resonate with the laws of the universe.

This will undoubtedly be a great boost to his subsequent plans.

Next, we need to digest this power and think about how to maximize its use to enhance the prestige of the "organization".

As for these bystanders...

Gu Yunqing controlled Qiu Zangxue, her scarlet eyes sweeping over the players whose eyes were shifting and who were eager to make a move, with an undisguised warning in them.

A chilling aura, mixed with Xing Tian's fighting spirit, spread out like a tangible cold wind, instantly extinguishing the greed and wishful thinking that had just arisen in many people's hearts.

What a joke! A prophet who is unfathomable and has just received the inheritance of Fuxi, plus a red-eyed madman with murderous aura who cuts down magical beasts like vegetables, and the Polaris Squad standing by... Who would dare to make a move?

On the altar, the clear light gradually receded.

Zhuge Jin slowly turned around, his white veil "looking" at his temporary teammates, his voice seemingly carrying an indescribable depth and authority than ever before:

"Now that this matter is settled, it's time to leave."

His tone was indifferent, as if what he had just received was not a supreme deity, but an insignificant little object.

Jun Xiangbei gave him a deep look, his cold eyes filled with complex emotions, but he eventually calmed down and nodded: "Okay."

The opportunity has already been seized; there's no point in staying.

Su Meichuan, Xin Yuan'er, and others naturally had no objections.

The six-person team, under the watchful eyes of numerous players, calmly headed towards another direction in the valley, just as they had come.

There, a portal to leave this place seems to be slowly forming.

As Gu Yunqing walked in the group, feeling the surging power of laws within Zhuge Jin's avatar and the boiling fighting spirit of Qiu Zangxue's avatar, her blueprint became increasingly clear.

The divine status of Fuxi is just the beginning.

There are still many more secrets and opportunities waiting for him to discover in this land of Ragnarok.

And his "organization" will become more real and more powerful through these "performances" until... no one dares to question it and no one can shake it.

The six people passed through the teleportation portal and left the mysterious Bagua Valley.

The scene before them changed again, and they found themselves in a vibrant field.

The sky displayed a strange seven-colored luster, and the soft light shone down, illuminating the entire field as if it were a dream.

Beneath my feet lies soft green grass, dotted with unnamed wildflowers, and in the distance, a winding stream flows gently by, its air filled with a fresh and pleasant fragrance.

In stark contrast to the desolate ruins of the previous battlefield and the solemn mystery of the Bagua Valley, this place is filled with tranquility and peace.

However, beneath this peaceful scene, there seems to be some indescribable, delightful power surging within.

"The energy here... is so peculiar." Su Meichuan took a deep breath, feeling much of her fatigue from the past few days dissipate.

Even Qiu Zangxue, who had been silently wiping his twin swords, seemed to have lost some of the ferocity in his crimson eyes, as if influenced by the peaceful atmosphere here.

But the most unusual one is Xin Yuan'er.

From the moment he stepped into this field, he seemed somewhat absent-minded, his eyes fixed on one direction, muttering, "There... something is calling to me..."

"Did he call you?" Bai Muling looked in the direction he was looking, where there seemed to be a faint, seven-colored halo.

Zhuge Jin slightly turned his head; the newly fused Fuxi divine spark had given him sharper perception and more powerful deductive abilities.

Without needing to consciously activate it, the surrounding energy channels naturally appear in his "field of vision".

His ethereal voice, tinged with a hint of understanding, rang out: "Fortune gathers, luck intertwines. Xin Yuan'er possesses the ability of 'luck,' and resonates strongly with the residual laws of this place."

He raised his hand and pointed to the seven-colored halo: "That place is where the God of Fortune fell. Although his divine essence was shattered, his spirituality was not extinguished. The remaining power transformed into this spring, drawing those with destiny to him."

Xin Yuan'er's live stream chat cheered for him:

"A god of luck?! There really is such a god?"

"Xin Yuan'er is about to have a stroke of great luck!"

"A lucky winner encountering a fellow countryman? This is bound to take off!"

Gu Yunqing immediately grasped the key point through Qiu Zangxue's perspective.

Fragments of the God of Luck.

Although it does not contain the profound principles of heaven and earth as much as the complete Fuxi divine essence, its value to the team is still immeasurable.

Xin Yuan'er's innate ability to be lucky has already brought him many miraculous achievements; if he were to obtain a fragment of a god of the same origin to further enhance it...

Countless images flashed through Gu Yunqing's mind in an instant: avoiding deadly traps during dungeon exploration, enemy attacks inexplicably failing at crucial moments, rare treasures being delivered to her doorstep automatically, and even potentially affecting the dungeon's final evaluation...

Strengthening team support capabilities is exactly what is needed right now.

This investment is a sure thing!

"Let's go take a look." Gu Yunqing, controlling Qiu Zangxue, spoke in a hoarse voice and took the lead in walking towards the direction of the seven-colored halo.

The crowd followed closely behind.

The closer you get, the clearer the seven-colored halo becomes.

The source is a seemingly ordinary spring with crystal-clear water gushing out, forming a small shallow area around the spring.

Strangely, the sunlight shining through the rainbow of the sky onto the spring water and the splashing droplets refracts into a mesmerizing rainbow, as if the entire spring is enveloped in a flowing halo of good fortune.

The interplay of energy around the spring creates an indescribable "force field" that makes people feel comfortable and relaxed when they get close, as if even breathing becomes a stroke of luck.

Xin Yuan'er was as if bewitched, his eyes shining, and he involuntarily reached out his hand towards the spring.

"That's it... I feel it, it's so familiar..."

Just as his fingertips were about to touch the spring water—

"Buzz!"

The entire spring suddenly burst forth with dazzling, seven-colored light!

A vast yet gentle, yet irresistible force spread outwards from the spring!