Chapter 343 - 124: 【Artifact Spirit】(7700 words)_2
How could a Great Power possibly come to this world? Wouldn’t the Heavenly Dao crush them directly?
Gu Qingyi, at the Celestial Human Realm, was directly suppressed back to the Ascension Realm upon arrival in this world.
The little girl in the Mirror World, at the Primordial Spirit Realm Great Perfection, couldn’t even show her face. The moment she stepped out of the Mirror World, she would have to face heavenly lightning that wouldn’t stop until it killed her!
If there really was a master of this Magical Treasure existing in this world, then Chen Yan thought it didn’t make sense.
Unless, like that little girl in the Primordial Spirit Realm Great Perfection, he hid in the Mirror World, not stepping out for even half a step.
After experiencing several days of trial in this Secret Realm, encountering incidents one after another, and engaging with these puppets and all the rules.
The monsters and puppets here cannot defy the rules!
So how powerful must the rules within this Secret Realm be?
Then, upon encountering that Meat Mountain Monster—the so-called Secret Realm Master.
Is the Ascension Realm really that strong?
In the Ascension Realm, can one control a Magical Treasure of this level?!
"The hobby of skinning people is quite bizarre." Chen Yan shook his head. "I’ve always thought, unless the Secret Realm Master enjoys refining some Magical Artifacts, or cultivating some spell, there wouldn’t be a need to kill so many people. But later, I found it odd."
He said, looking at the white-clothed puppet, suddenly smiling.
"You, do you really want to become human?"
The white-clothed puppet: "..."
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After a moment of silence, the white-clothed puppet finally sighed.
"When did you find out?"
"I started suspecting after sneaking out the second night and witnessing that skinning slaughterhouse." Chen Yan looked at the white-clothed puppet. "Logically speaking, for doing such a thing, I would have definitely offended the Secret Realm Master. But sending that zombie-like monster to fight with me was the only reaction—then there was nothing else!
Oh yes, at most on the third night, he sent a monster with human skin to guard outside my door, clearly to prevent me from running out again."
Chen Yan shook his head and sighed. "It doesn’t make sense."
"What doesn’t make sense?" the white-clothed puppet asked.
"The Secret Realm Master following rules, that doesn’t make sense. I discovered the secret here, the Secret Realm Master wants to kill me, but is restricted in their actions, that also doesn’t make sense."
Chen Yan continued, with a smile on his face, "At that time, I kept thinking, why does the master follow rules so strictly? Not a step out of line?
Is he too powerful to care about me? That doesn’t make sense. In this world, there’s no one so powerful that they can consider me an ant and ignore me.
Moreover, if he didn’t care, why send the zombie monster to kill me, indicating the master does care!
I killed the zombie monster, a behavior that should have infuriated the master even more.
Next, if the monsters under his command couldn’t kill me, the master should have dealt with me directly—but he didn’t.
Then I began to think, what kind of master is this?
Being restricted everywhere—in his own home, unable to break the rules, what kind of master is this?
Shouldn’t a master be the one who makes the rules? Yet instead, he is bound by them.
In the end, I had to conclude: maybe the master isn’t a master at all.
So, is there no master in this Secret Realm?"
Chen Yan pointed to the skeletal remains of the Hungry Ghost on the ground. "It wasn’t until I came here and saw this guy, the supposed Secret Realm Master, that I understood.
What master, what servant, what monster...
It’s nothing more than a child’s play.
You are merely an Artifact Spirit of a Magical Treasure that has birthed some consciousness, but sadly, you are still an Artifact Spirit, inherently part of the Magical Treasure.
So, you cannot defy the fundamental rules of this Magical Treasure, and you must act according to the rules.
What’s more tragic is that you’ve developed some consciousness, but it isn’t complete.
Objects should have a master; Magical Treasures should obey their master’s commands.
You are a masterless Magical Treasure, though I don’t know how you lost your master.
But it seems like you’re playing house. Here you are, playing the roles of servant, subordinate, and slave, then selecting a monster to act as the master.
Because... you are the Secret Realm, the Secret Realm is the Magical Treasure, and as the Artifact Spirit, you need a master."
The white-clothed puppet nodded. "Indeed, from the second night, I thought you were the most special one among this group of guests. I just didn’t expect you to figure everything out so quickly."
"Not everything," Chen Yan shook his head. "For instance, I don’t understand why you created this Secret Realm trial."
"To cultivate Soul Power," the white-clothed puppet did not hide, answering frankly. "My consciousness is still incomplete; I want a complete Spiritual Sense, but I don’t know how to cultivate, so I could only..."
"Only kill cultivators and absorb their souls’ Spiritual Sense?" Chen Yan’s eyes lit up. "I thought of that, but it didn’t make sense... If that was the case, why create trials, bringing people in, and then even rewarding winners with Cultivation Techniques, spells, and Magical Artifacts? Wouldn’t it be easier to kill them all as soon as they come in?"
"Because of the rules," the white-clothed puppet said. "I was originally a trial-type space Magical Treasure; I cannot irrationally kill people against the rules.
As for the rewards, they are meant to..."
Chen Yan nodded. "They are meant to ensure a steady stream, to keep attracting newcomers continuously. Understood! If everyone who came in was killed, then no one would come later. Creating a trial with rewards is the only way to continuously attract cultivators."