# 1840
Chapter 1833: A Chance for Adventure
"Your causal ability is strong, but... I won't give you the chance to control me." As An Qingyu's voice fell, his figure flickered and vanished in mid-air, moving at incredible speed.
The two artificial gods死死纠缠在Lin Qiye's sides, dense bolts of lightning erupting continuously. They refused to engage him directly, each delivering a combo before switching to the other—perfect coordination without a single wasted movement.
At this moment, Lin Qiye was like someone trapped in a quagmire, every movement increasingly difficult.
Of course, he could see through their strategy—the two artificial gods were simply trying to wear down his stamina. With his blood drained, he couldn't sustain this combat state for long. Once he collapsed from exhaustion, the causal ability would no longer be a problem.
While Lin Qiye handled the two artificial gods' tag-team assault, his mind raced, searching for a way to break this stalemate.
Just then, a strand of causal thread on his body suddenly trembled!
In the midst of combat, Lin Qiye caught sight of this from the corner of his eye. Something seemed to click in his mind, and his eyes narrowed slightly...
Was it him?
Another strand of causal thread extended凭空自虚无中out of nothingness, intertwining with Lin Qiye's因果纠缠在一起。
At the same time, a calm voice echoed in Lin Qiye's ear:
"因。"
Lin Qiye responded in his mind:
"Why aren't you supporting the border? What are you doing here?"
In this world, only the Fate Monk could manipulate因果with him. For the Fate Monk's voice to reach Lin Qiye directly through the causal thread meant he wasn't far from here.
"One more person at the border won't make much difference, and one less won't either... Besides, compared to the casualties if the border falls, your life matters more." The Fate Monk's tone remained devoid of any emotional波动.
Lin Qiye glanced at the two artificial gods around him and An Qingyu in the distance, replying in a low voice:
"There are two Chief God-level combatants here, plus an unfathomable An Qingyu... Even if you came, it wouldn't make much difference."
"Not necessarily." The Fate Monk said calmly, "As long as I die, the Causeless Cause and the Established Fruit merge again, and you become the God of Causality, stepping directly into the half-step Supreme God realm.
At that point, even the two artificial gods plus An Qingyu won't be able to walk out of Great Xia alive."
Lin Qiye shook his head decisively,
"It won't work. An Qingyu can leave through his分身. Since he dared to enter Great Xia alone, he must have left a clone elsewhere as a backup.
Even if we kill him here, he can still revive intact elsewhere. Your death would be completely meaningless.
You're trading your life for just two artificial gods. Is that worth it?"
The Fate Monk fell silent for a moment,
"Not worth it."
A spear of lightning grazed Lin Qiye's cheek, leaving a猩红scar.
Lin Qiye gripped twin blades, his feet seeming unsteady beneath him. He frowned as he stared at the two artificial gods before him, his vision gradually blurring.
Blood loss combined with high-intensity combat—his body was nearing its limit.
His gaze flicked to An Qingyu in the distance, eyes narrowing slightly.
After a long while, he spoke again in his mind:
"There is actually another plan."
Lin Qiye didn't elaborate on this plan's contents, but the Fate Monk fell silent for a moment before speaking with obvious reluctance:
"Too risky."
"While it is risky, it's undoubtedly an opportunity... A one-of-a-kind opportunity."
The Fate Monk didn't respond, as if lost in contemplation, or perhaps calculating the probability of success... But for Lin Qiye, he didn't have time to wait for an answer.
Lin Qiye weakly braced himself against the ground with his刀鞘, barely standing on the earth. His gaze locked onto the two artificial gods before him, their expressions unchanged as they watched him.
An Qingyu, draped in a black robe, slowly materialized nearby. Those gray eyes gazed at Lin Qiye, as if analyzing something.
After a moment, he spoke calmly:
"Stop struggling. This body has reached its limit... As you are now, not only can you not use Forbidden Ruins, you can barely function normally."
Before Lin Qiye could respond, several black figures suddenly shot out from the thick fog behind him!
These figures wore black cloaks, their faces hidden in hooded shadows, moving with incredible speed. They quickly carved through the mist, forming a wall in front of Lin Qiye!
"Report, Commander General! 【Spirit Medium】 Squad, requesting to provide support!"
A young voice emerged from beneath one of the black cloaks. Several spiritual energy waves rippled outward, fearlessly colliding with the three Chief God-level auras.
Seeing this, Lin Qiye's expression darkened.
"Yuan Wenling! What are you doing here?!"
The speaker was the acting captain of the current 【Spirit Medium】 Squad, and the last person in the world to possess the Spirit Medium Forbidden Ruins, Yuan Wenling.
Four years ago, Wu "Old Dog" had joined forces with Hu Jia to ascend to the status of Mind God in order to resist the Cthulhu Faction gods. Since then, 【Spirit Medium】 had been led by Yuan Wenling. After four years of磨合, the current 【Spirit Medium】, while not as powerful as when it had a Human Apex, was still formidable as a special squad.
Hearing Lin Qiye's questioning tone, Yuan Wenling paused briefly before explaining:
"We were originally tasked with investigating this dense fog. But we've been lost in it for a while. After circling around several times, we detected combat vibrations and found our way here..."
"Leave!" Lin Qiye cut him off sharply. "This isn't a place for you."
In the face of three Chief God-level combatants, the 【Spirit Medium】 Squad's presence here was no different from sending them to their deaths.
Yuan Wenling opened his mouth to protest, but a bolt of lightning suddenly struck down before 【Spirit Medium】! Yu Er's form materialized, terrifying pressure crashing down onto Yuan Wenling's shoulders!
Yuan Wenling's pupils constricted sharply, but even so, he gritted his teeth and held firm, standing before Lin Qiye.
"In the blink of an eye, the 【Spirit Medium】 captain has already gone through three generations." An Qingyu's voice drifted over slowly. "Commander Lin... do you want this squad's legacy to become a footnote in history?"
Hearing these words, Yuan Wenling flew into a rage. Several cloaked figures attacked Yu Er simultaneously, but the latter's speed was simply too great—no single strike from the barrage could find its mark.
Meanwhile, another figure emerged from the mist.
The Fate Monk, draped in a muddy cassock, glanced at the 【Spirit Medium】 Squad currently engaged with Yu Er, then turned to look at Lin Qiye not far away.
Lin Qiye sensed his arrival as well. Their gazes quickly locked together.
In the silence, the Fate Monk gave an almost imperceptible nod to Lin Qiye.