Chapter 1186: Chapter 1186

1186: Chapter 1172: The Deal 1186: Chapter 1172: The Deal [Sea Source Land’s Pass (Lower Gold Rare Item)…..]

Sometimes, Lu Ping’an’s “courtyard” was so powerful that it wasn’t necessarily a good thing.

This was the Sea Source Land, the starting point for the “Deity” to unleash the Grand Apocalypse Flood.

The land trembled when the conversation between “Deities” was moments away.

The “mask” that had been on Lu Ping’an’s head was activated, turning illusory phantoms into reality, and the land eroded away.

Mountain ranges, rock walls, even those houses all became part of the colossal face, and he…

Misty Moon Lord, Liu Xiyan, also descended into the otherworldly realm.

Lu Ping’an quietly watched as the enormous face conversed with the majestic God Statue.

What were they discussing?

Mortals could not perceive it, and attempting to actively sense it could lead to being torn to shreds by both parties…

To those beings, drawing their attention was obviously foolish.

“…Is this the trade under the cover of night?

Ha, even without sensing, I could guess what they’re discussing.”

Others had no way of knowing the content of the conversation, but his “Eye of Truth” could give him answers…

yet, he wasn’t foolish enough to choose to listen in actively, for that was akin to courting death.

Perhaps Misty Moon Lord Liu Xiyan could restrain himself, but the entity opposite was clearly not benevolent.

“…Sacrificial offering…

Lu Ping’an did not try to eavesdrop, but the resonating vibrations from the trembling Earth conveyed some “information,” and his eyes, which could see “vibrations,” indirectly understood them.

They were fragmented words, perhaps a limited expression of one of the “Gods,” or maybe only part of them could be conveyed by the land’s trembling, but that was enough…

“…Enough to let me feel Its malice.”

Merely witnessing, or rather “contacting,” Lu Ping’an felt the malice and ruthlessness of this “God.”

To be more precise, that cold and arrogant look was akin to a child observing ants carrying food on the ground.

It wasn’t devoid of feeling; on the contrary, It was quite interested in seeing what was happening, where exactly the anthill was…

and then, after losing interest or casually crushing some ants, or even more maliciously, flooding the anthill to see what happens.

Just like a child waiting for the ants’ desperate escape and happily watching “ant corpses” float on the “flood.”

When species are different, there can be no empathy or compassion.

The so-called “Earth Mother” may just be mortals’ poetic embellishment, a cruel “planet” that has perhaps seen you as a member of the parasites from the very beginning.

intelligent creatures see the parasites on themselves.

In just a moment, Lu Ping’an confirmed the malice and ruthlessness of this entity.

It was looking at him!

The next instant, a vibration echoed across the entire world, and Lu Ping’an felt as if he had been torn apart.

Was it that his own malice had been sensed, or was it simply because he was too close…

Have you not noticed the curse on him?

That’s a curse cast personally by the avatar of your enemy.

His existence is a desecration to your enemy…”

And that giant face, Old Mr.

Liu, suddenly transformed into a shield to protect Lu Ping’an from the “monster’s” malice.

Lu Ping’an himself, however, sank into a daze, not knowing how long he was stunned.

But when he regained consciousness, there was no one in front of him; the legendary demon god had vanished without a trace, as if it all had been a dream.

But the sweat on his back, along with the joy of having just returned from the brink of death, confirmed that this was indeed his current reality.

He was somewhat bewildered, and even for him, facing these beings that were so beyond the norm, there seemed to be some resistance he couldn’t overcome.

He was no longer doubting that “It” was indeed much more powerful than any Quasi-God he had encountered before.

“Little guy, you’ve been too bold…” Mr.

Liu’s words carried a hint of reprimand and a trace of helplessness.

In front of Lu Ping’an, the tiny mask floating in the air seemed to have returned to its original form.

Lu Ping’an turned his head to look, and there was only the ancient building, serene as ever, with neither the Holy Image resembling a Demon God nor the colossal mouth that swallowed everything.

He cocked his head, hoping Mr.

Liu would provide an answer.

“….For some beings, thoughts, spiritual power, and their very essence are inherently no different.

At such a distance, thinking about ‘It,’ feeling angry, or laughing at ‘It’ in your heart is no different from mocking ‘It’ to its face.”

Well, it seemed that Lu Ping’an had unknowingly made a grave mistake.

He had repeated to the face of such a being what it had done before, attaching an entirely negative opinion.

That he was still alive after such an action could only mean he was incredibly lucky….

“My time is limited, I must soon fall back into slumber, so I’ll cut to the chase and tell you the important parts…”

Liu, seemingly in a real hurry, directly communicated through his spiritual power, pouring an enormous amount of information into Lu Ping’an’s mind.

“So that’s how it is…”

In fact, the situation was rather straightforward, given that human influence had come to this planet only a few decades ago at the earliest, with significant involvement only in the past two or three years.

The relationship between the two sides was quite simple and clear.

With the information from Mr.

Liu, Lu Ping’an had managed to unravel many mysteries.

If even Guan Xinxian had discovered that this world might have experienced an “awakening of consciousness,” then naturally, the Quasi-God Big Shots would have every reason to notice it too.

Faced with such a situation, they chose to trade with “It.”

“I, am the item traded…”

Having said that, the mask fell into Lu Ping’an’s hands, bringing with it an offer of a task he couldn’t refuse…

When the reward is rich enough, some risks are impossible to decline, no matter how high they are.

Holding the mask, Lu Ping’an revealed a bitter smile.

Perhaps, from the moment he was invited to this world by a Quasi-God, some things were destined to be unavoidable.

But if he could thereby come into contact with deeper things, even potentially reaching the domain of Gods, it was a chance no professional could refuse.

“…..I never imagined that our steady development here was actually the result of the Quasi-Gods having already traded with ‘It’.”

What is currently attracting many professionals to this world is clearly the so-called Spirit Holy Water, but looking back now, it is probably the “blood” of this world.

This act of drawing blood, theoretically, should have infuriated ‘It,’ but it has been tacitly permitted, which must be the result of a trade between the Quasi-Gods, Heavenly Gods, and ‘It.'”

Now, after the initial trade and gaining a certain trust over time, both parties are planning to increase their cooperation.

And by having Lu Ping’an bring the “traded item” over, in a sense, he is also being drawn into this trade….

This is probably the highest-level indication of goodwill.

It means that Lu Ping’an is no longer being treated simply as a chess piece but is even granted the privilege to enter the circle of decision-makers….

Whether he can seize the opportunity or how much say he can have will depend on the strength and confidence he can demonstrate in this trade.

“To let an avatar ascend in this world, Elder Liu, you really are playing a big game.”