My Professions Have Too Much Personality

Even if it couldn’t manage on its own, perhaps the Ancient King would help.

He thought, "Eliminating the crisis of the Flame Fire is the Ancient King’s obsession. No, I must stop him."

He arrived outside the Ancient King Hall, leaned over to look down at the Flame Fire, and shouted, "Master!"

Opening his mouth and then closing it, Su Chen shook his head, feeling a bit speechless. He had almost forgotten that sound couldn’t travel in a vacuum, and his Spiritual Power was nowhere near strong enough to penetrate the Flame Fire.

Left with no choice but to wait, he muttered helplessly, "Please don’t let it be completely obliterated."

From the outside, the Flame Fire’s reaction this time was nothing compared to when the outer layer of Fog Ashes was purified. Its surface wasn’t even particularly bright.

Meanwhile, in the Nether Realm.

A vast horde of Netherworld Creatures groveled on the ground in a rugged, rocky terrain.

A wisp of grayish-white mist emerged from the Nether Fog. It seemed no different from ordinary Nether Fog, yet as if possessing a will of its own, it abruptly darted past the prostrate Netherworld Creatures and headed straight for the very center.

Here lay a boundless abyss. Its edges were carved with a dense array of twisted black symbols, and the faint, echoing sound of chanted prayers could be heard.

"Found you, my old friend!"

A voice, thick with suppressed excitement, echoed faintly from the grayish-white mist before it suddenly plunged into the seemingly bottomless abyss.

But the moment it entered, the Netherworld Creatures groveling on the ground suddenly raised their heads. Whether they possessed multiple heads or countless eyes, their hideous and terrifying faces all radiated an endless, fanatical zeal.

The chanting grew increasingly frenzied. The black symbols around the edge emitted a bewitching glow, and the black cavern actually began to slowly seal itself.

Just as it was halfway sealed, the surrounding Nether Fog suddenly surged violently. High in the sky above, a faceless visage gradually materialized, letting out a long, eerie sigh. "As expected."

This face seemed to possess some strange, demonic power. The multitude of Netherworld Creatures prostrate below suddenly began to tremble violently, their bodies undergoing drastic mutations.

In no time at all, they morphed into humanoid shapes with constantly shifting facial features. Like a virus, this phenomenon rapidly spread outward.

Soon, every creature in the entire area had transformed into a Faceless Ghost before merging together into a single entity.

"Another empty shell."

The Faceless Ghost arrived before the half-sealed black cavern in the center. With a mere stretch of his hand, the black symbols carved into the ground leaped into his grasp. They then coalesced, transforming into a miniature Black Tuo that rested in his palm.

𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

"As expected of you, making all the preparations before falling into slumber." The Faceless Ghost sounded somewhat impressed. Since learning of Black Tuo’s slumber, this was the third decoy he had found. "Where exactly are you? Letting me take a bite wouldn’t hurt."

Sighing inwardly, the Faceless Ghost slowly tightened his grip. Just as he was about to crush this wisp of Black Tuo Source Power, a sudden ripple in his heart made him stop.

The miniature Black Tuo resting in his hand suddenly began to tremble violently.

"Hmm? What’s this?"

The Faceless Ghost’s interest was instantly piqued. Unlike Divine Power, this Deceitful God Source Power was intimately connected to its main body.

"Is he forcing himself awake?" Surprised and uncertain, the Faceless Ghost noticed the clues. "Forcing an awakening after falling into slumber comes at a massive cost. Without a thousand years’ worth of the Power of Faith for nourishment, he probably won’t recover."

A Deceitful God’s slumber did not mean a complete loss of perception of the outside world; it was simply a state of recuperation. However, forcing an awakening from this state would inflict damage even more terrifying than the slumber itself.

He figured that even if he managed to take a bite out of Black Tuo, the latter might not necessarily force himself awake.

A bizarre voice—layered with the tones of men, women, the elderly, and the young—echoed out. "Given the timeline, he hasn’t even been in slumber for half a year, yet he’s forcing an awakening. What on earth happened?"

In another secluded location in the Nether Realm.

Hei Zhao, who resembled an armored giant, stared in horror at the colossal entity sitting before him with its head bowed and eyes closed. Every breath the behemoth took pulled at the mists of the entire Nether Realm. Grayish-white currents surged from its nostrils, only to dissipate into a fine, gloomy sleet.

But now, its massive body was trembling slightly. The surrounding Nether Fog poured out in billowing waves, while black lightning struck incessantly around it, rumbling without end.

The Netherworld Creatures further away felt as if they were facing a deadly threat and fled madly. Then, at a certain moment, the behemoth’s tightly shut eyes cracked open, and it let out a harsh roar.

"Hei Zhao!"

"Godfather..." Hei Zhao hastily prostrated himself on the ground. It had been a long time since he last heard such a vicious, utterly furious tone from his Godfather.

"Prepare a descent vessel for me!"

Hei Zhao looked up in astonishment. "You want to descend into reality again?"

"Go!" Black Tuo’s voice was cold, sharp, and urgent. Not daring to delay any further, Hei Zhao quickly acknowledged the order and left.

"How dare you deceive me!!!"

Black Tuo was enraged beyond measure. Just moments ago, he had once again sensed the purification of even higher-intensity Fog Ashes on the Bronze Flame. He had expended immense effort and sacrificed the Heart of Spiritual Light to kill Qin Tianlin, even paying the price of falling into slumber—all for a fake!

Trash!

He thought of his Believer, who had been played for a fool without even realizing it, acting all high and mighty! And that Zhou Yunyang! A mere ant dared to trick him!

Feeling his body’s weakness, Black Tuo grew increasingly furious, but he forced himself to calm down.

"However, if it wasn’t Qin Tianlin, then who is it? Is it Su Chen?"

His mind immediately went to that strange human.

Forcing an awakening after falling into slumber inflicted far too much damage on him. He could no longer interfere with reality using a flesh-and-blood body; he could only use a descent vessel.

Compared to a flesh-and-blood body, a descent vessel did not inherently possess tremendous power and required room to grow. However, its advantages were superior concealment and a much lower cost. This time, he absolutely had to find out who was purifying the Fog Ashes!

Meanwhile, at the Ancient King Hall.

"Why isn’t it done yet?"

Su Chen was finding it hard to stay patient. A long time had passed since his purification ended, yet the Ancient King still hadn’t made a move, and there was no discernible change in the Flame Fire.

He thought, "Is the Ancient King really going to assist the Flame Fire in dealing with the core Fog Ashes?"

Su Chen couldn’t help but furrow his brow. Suddenly, his eyes flickered. At some unknown point, the Bronze Ancient King had appeared before him.

"Master." Seeing him, Su Chen quickly called out, only to find the Bronze Ancient King looking straight at him with a solemn expression.

"This..." Su Chen muttered internally. But then, to his shock, the Ancient King before him suddenly bowed deeply.

Su Chen’s heart skipped a beat, and he instinctively tried to dodge. However, a formidable Giant Strength enveloped him, forcing him to accept the bow head-on.

Su Chen gave a helpless, bitter smile. "Master, the Sect’s resources are at my full disposal. It’s only right that I solve the Sect’s problems."

"The Sect’s provisions are the Sect’s provisions; this is my personal gratitude," the Bronze Ancient King said, his tone laced with deep emotion. "Ever since the Flame Fire was tainted by the Fog Ashes, I have struggled to sleep at night. Purifying the outer layer of Fog Ashes already allowed me to heave a massive sigh of relief, freeing me from the need to rush many matters. And now, the crisis of the Flame Fire has essentially been thoroughly resolved."

The impact of the Flame Fire’s crisis on the Sect was one thing, but as the one who initiated it all, the Bronze Ancient King naturally bore an immense psychological burden.

Seeing this, Su Chen didn’t dwell on the matter and instead quickly asked, "Thoroughly resolved? Did you actually assist the Flame Fire in obliterating the core Fog Ashes?"

"It’s not that simple," the Bronze Ancient King shook his head. "The core Fog Ashes coexist with the Flame Fire. If the Flame Fire tries to obliterate them, it will suffer severe damage itself, which might not be a good thing.

"However, the Flame Fire instinctively clashes with the core Fog Ashes. Therefore, I expended some effort to suppress this instinct, preventing it from clashing with the core Fog Ashes.

"This way, as long as no new Fog Ashes merge with it, the Flame Fire can easily keep them suppressed."

"I see." Hearing this, Su Chen secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

The Bronze Ancient King glanced at him. Of course, there was another important reason: Su Chen.

Having continuously purified the outer and middle layers of Fog Ashes, the core Fog Ashes entangled with the Flame Fire were naturally of unfathomable intensity. In the past, he might have truly assisted the Flame Fire in completely wiping out the Fog Ashes. But with Su Chen around, there was no need to be so hasty.

"So, will you be coming out of seclusion next?" Su Chen asked tentatively.

Hearing this, the Bronze Ancient King couldn’t help but feel a surge of emotion. Counting the time, ever since the Flame Fire’s crisis first appeared, it had been a hundred years since he last stepped outside the Sect. His tone lost its usual calm. "It is time to meet with some old friends."

This was within Su Chen’s expectations. However, while waiting just earlier, Su Chen had suddenly realized a problem.

If the Bronze Ancient King left just like that, the strongest expert holding down the fort would be gone. Right now, there were still numerous High-tier Professionals from other factions inside the Bronze Sect, including several Morning Star Tier experts. If anything went wrong...

He was currently drawing a massive amount of attention. If someone lost their mind...