[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-the-ring-of-fate":3,"chapter-the-ring-of-fate-the-ring-of-fate-chapter-885":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","The Ring of Fate",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2298854,4496,"Chapter 885: The Poor Lamp Spirit (Thank You, JiongJiongyou, for Your Silver Alliance Donation)","the-ring-of-fate-chapter-885",885,"\u003Cp>After taking the two items, Bernadette fully recalled what she had been collaborating on with the former “Imaginary Angel,” now the “True Creator,” Adam.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, this was the final step of the deal—the dusty gray slab in her hand was the remains of the “Ancient Sun God,” the predecessor of the “True Creator,” and it was the second “Blasphemous Tablet,” recording the names of all twenty-two Paths of God, their elixir formulas, and associated rituals.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bernadette had originally been unwilling to push the deal this far, hoping to resolve the corruption on her father Rosser’s body before this point and end the Vortex Ritual, but in the end, she had no choice but to face this situation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Many of her efforts had failed; her backups either never activated or lost their effect because she had been confined within the tomb and unable to leave, so she could only hope the proclaimed ending would inevitably arrive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bernadette raised both hands and pushed the “Wish Lantern” and the second “Blasphemous Tablet” into the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the sight of these two items, Emperor Rosser instantly understood all of the “True Creator” Adam’s arrangements and ultimate purpose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He reached out, warping the distance between the “Wish Lantern” and himself, causing it to land directly in his palm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The “Blasphemous Tablet” vanished first, then reappeared in the hands of Amon, who wore a black pointed soft hat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Holding the “Wish Lantern,” Rosser smiled calmly at Amon and said:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I am now the true ‘Black Emperor,’ deeply corrupted by the ‘Indefinite Mist’—I may indeed use this ‘Wish Lantern’ and its Lamp Spirit as a medium to do something.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Not ‘may,’ but ‘must,’” Amon corrected with a smile, adjusting the monocle on his right eye.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rosser said nothing more, gripped the “Wish Lantern,” half-closed his eyes, and extended his consciousness into the golden object.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This carried with it the white mist that had already begun to erode his consciousness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Faintly, Rosser seemed to see another barrier standing between heaven and earth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The barrier was wrapped in thin, grayish-white mist, its form indiscernible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, Rosser sensed a gap within the gray-white mist, on the invisible barrier—but could not lock onto it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, Amon pressed his right hand against the crystal monocle lodged in his eye socket.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The monocle blazed with light that illuminated the entire world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rosser’s consciousness, partially fused with the “Indefinite Mist,” instantly drifted into the corresponding gap.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before his eyes appeared a swirling haze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Deep within the mist, it seemed there were thirty-three layers of sky, each filled with countless buildings, faintly visible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rosser’s consciousness rapidly ascended, reaching the highest layer of sky, entering a grand and majestic palace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He “saw” a colossal Emperor figure, “saw” that the figure’s face was covered by strings of jade, and beneath the jade, there seemed to be nothing—only emptiness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rosser inexplicably felt this colossal Emperor figure was very much like himself, born of the same origin, encompassing him, and a close bond formed swiftly between them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This bond rapidly eroded Rosser’s consciousness, yet was blocked by the corruption of the “Indefinite Mist”—they intertwined yet resisted each other.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rosser briefly regained clarity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A flash of insight struck him; leveraging the close bond, he lowered his stance and spoke in his true mother tongue:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Elder Brother, lend me your strength!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Emperor, face covered in jade strings and crowned with a tall hat, suddenly rose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind him emerged several similar Emperor figures, each with different appearances but equally covered in jade strings, their faces missing, hollow voids.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Simultaneously, all thirty-three layers of sky within the haze ignited, magnificent buildings appeared, and sacred figures stood out clearly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rosser’s vision was instantly filled with blue light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His consciousness returned to the “Black Emperor’s” divine body, seeing streams of blue light erupting from within, dispersing and dissolving the white mist that had deeply corroded him—but over time, the blue light and white mist began to merge in certain areas.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>During this process, the “Indefinite Mist” did not withdraw its white mist—partly due to the barrier’s obstruction, and partly because the “True Creator” and Amon were exerting influence; more importantly, the “Indefinite Mist,” following its own chaotic madness and instinctual desires, wished to truly merge with the blue light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rosser increasingly felt he was the other side of the “Indefinite Mist”; the bond established through the white mist grew rapidly, becoming unnaturally solid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this stage, even if the “Indefinite Mist” wished to reclaim the white mist, it could not do so instantly—it would require time, unless Rosser consented.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The white mist of the “Vortex Ritual” involuntarily rose into the air, rushing toward Rosser’s body, causing Perle, who could only survive by clinging to this mist, to be filled with horror; the “Image of the Beauty Goddess” and the miniature red moon within the mist froze in place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rosser turned his gaze once more toward Amon, who held the “Blasphemous Tablet,” and said with deep emotion:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No wonder you’re the ‘Imaginer’…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You dare to imagine this—and dare to arrange it!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Amon’s earlier reply confirmed Rosser’s initial and boldest guess:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The “True Creator”’s true purpose in using the Vortex Ritual was to confront the great entity—the “Indefinite Mist”—that peered into this world!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Normally, even if the “True Creator” and the six gods of the Astral Plane set aside their grudges and cooperated fully, they could not achieve this—perhaps only drive back the “Indefinite Mist.” But now, by using the Vortex Ritual and exploiting the “Indefinite Mist’s” craving for the true “Black Emperor,” it had forged a firm, intimate bond between itself and Rosser, making Rosser increasingly resemble the “Indefinite Mist,” thus creating a chance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, this “chance” was not about using the bond to transmit power and directly attack the “Indefinite Mist”—that would yield little effect. But within the world of mysticism, there were fundamental laws, many methods to defeat powerful beings by harming the weak—this was the foundation of many curses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In a flash of thought, Rosser traced the golden surface of the “Wish Lantern,” covered in mysterious, complex symbols, and growled:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Lamp Spirit!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The wick in Hukou ignited instantly, emitting light like thick liquid, surging upward to form a blurred, twisted pale-gold human silhouette.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment the pale-gold silhouette appeared, it turned to flee back into the “Wish Lantern,” but the white mist eroding Rosser’s “Black Emperor” body and the blue light surged like bears drawn to honey or vampires placed beside fresh, healthy blood—vast portions rushed toward the silhouette, binding it in layers, drowning it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Lamp Spirit twisted and struggled desperately, trying to escape and retreat into the “Wish Lantern,” but could not succeed; its pale-gold form gradually began to merge with the white mist and blue light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Lamp Spirit’s mouth opened and closed continuously, as if furiously cursing Amon and Rosser—but bound by the white mist and blue light, it could not even produce a sound.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rosser raised the “Wish Lantern” and the Lamp Spirit to his chest, warping the relationship between subject and external object, briefly making himself the Lamp Spirit’s subordinate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instantly, the Lamp Spirit, originally one with the “Indefinite Mist,” seemed to become its other side again—yet remained sealed, unable to unleash its power, appearing remarkably weak!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rosser looked again at Amon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, before you, the true god of the “Error” Path, beneath this solid, intimate bond, from a mystical perspective, the weak Lamp Spirit is equivalent to the powerful “Indefinite Mist”—wounding the Lamp Spirit equals wounding the “Indefinite Mist”; putting the Lamp Spirit to sleep equals putting the “Indefinite Mist” to sleep!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, it’s your turn!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Amon smiled and raised the “Blasphemous Tablet” in his hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the “Land Rejected by the Gods,” atop the towering, bloodstained mountain range, before a massive cross drenched in blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Adam, the “True Creator,” freed from the influence of the Outer God’s mutterings, waited there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wore a simple white robe, sported a thick golden beard, his eyes as clear as a child’s, and beneath his feet lay a dense shadow with five heads—like his, yet not his.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Adam opened his mouth and spoke with divine solemnity:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I am One, and I am All; I am the Beginning, and I am the End.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No sooner had he spoken than Adam’s clear eyes turned ethereal, and around his body emerged a strange sea that seemed to contain every color and every possibility.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Immediately, Adam grasped the silver crucifix hanging from his chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Above his head blazed a brilliant yet illusory sun; to his left, lightning, storms, and waves intertwined into a shadow that overlooked all things; to his right, a white tower adorned with countless brass eyes rose from the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These illusory, seemingly imagined authorities and symbols, along with Adam’s own shadow, were drawn one by one into his body by the churning chaos-sea.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a thunderous roar, the strange sea containing every color and possibility surged upward, drowning the entire mountain range, while Adam swelled into a colossal, luminous figure capable of supporting heaven and earth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The “True Creator” briefly returned to his peak state—the human savior who once battled the Ancient Gods reappeared in the world!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He walked slowly across the chaotic, dark “surface,” pointing his finger toward the sea that was both real and illusory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he did so, the surface of the second “Blasphemous Tablet” in Amon’s hand rapidly overflowed with chaotic seawater containing every color and possibility.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Amon no longer held it directly; instead, he let the weathered, ancient tablet float before his body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He then turned his gaze toward the pale-gold Lamp Spirit, which twisted wildly as if cursing him, and smiled—a smile that made the Lamp Spirit even more furious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, he raised the “Blasphemous Tablet.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>ps: Thank you, JiongJiongyou, for your Silver Alliance donation~\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1629,"2026-06-20T06:22:37.987Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","e8f77a74db779bce9095bae9c366dc209c604976b84e3a37e57e0359d5016902","the-ring-of-fate-chapter-886","the-ring-of-fate-chapter-884",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-ring-of-fate-cover.jpg"]