Chapter 574: Chapter 276 Fan Quan/Ke Mingye’s Path to Divine Communication_2 Chapter 574: Chapter 276 Fan Quan/Ke Mingye’s Path to Divine Communication_2 Pupils trembling violently.

Only to see that it was a… pyramid, yes, an inverted pyramid!

Then, in the astonished gazes of Fan Quan and Ke Mingye, this colossal inverted pyramid slowly rose from the chasm in the center of the desert, finally hovering in midair.

Immediately, the gravity of the entire world became abruptly imbalanced, and the yellow dust followed by rising upwards.

As if influenced by the inverted pyramid.

In the desert, the effect on Fan Quan seemed to far exceed that on other objects, including Ke Mingye. At this moment, Fan Quan’s feet, dragged by the altered gravity, couldn’t touch the ground, and instead, he was flung upwards.

Next to him, Ke Mingye was still standing firmly; seeing this scene, he was utterly astonished.

“What the hell, Fan, how the hell did you become an astronaut?!”

While speaking, Ke Mingye swiftly lowered his right wrist, shot a web from the red and blue web shooter, and grabbed his leg. Then, he dug his feet deep into the ground, clenched his teeth, and pulled the web with both hands, trying to pull Fan Quan back.

But it was useless…

He couldn’t stop Fan Quan’s body; instead, he was nearly dragged upwards too.

Eventually, the pale and fragile web snapped in midair. Following that, Ke Mingye, like a kite with its string broken, wobbled to the ground.

With a “thud!” his back smashed onto the sandy soil constantly flowing into the chasm.

“This is really goddamn bizarre…”

Ke Mingye murmured dazedly, sitting in the desert, lifting his head to look at Fan Quan flying towards the pyramid, and hurriedly opened the panel.

[Failed Man: Bro, even if you die, don’t lose my Divine Disc, there’s still a ruins waiting for me to excavate. Throw down the disc, while I can still catch it.]

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Everything returned to profound silence.

The only thing was the yellow sand still fluttering, touching Ke Mingye’s cheeks.

Ke Mingye looked down with a dumbfounded expression, the deep Sky Chasm… suddenly disappeared. At the same moment, the ground stopped trembling, as if the events just witnessed had never occurred.

He looked down and up, up and down. At this moment, the sun of Egypt rose from the horizon, illuminating his bewildered face. He sat on the ground for a long time, finally gathering the courage and squinting towards the suspended inverted pyramid.

Under the morning sun, the pyramid, like a majestic deity suspended in midair, radiated an inviolable and sacred aura. Watching this scene, Ke Mingye had no thoughts of getting any closer.

He hung his head low, his hands drooping over his knees, and sighed sorrowfully.

“Ah, safe travels, cultured man.”

While saying this, he still sat silently in the desert for a while, then typed and sent a message on the chat panel.

[Failed Man: Are you still alive?]
[Fan Quan: This seems to be the second time you’ve asked this today.]
Seeing the text pop up on the panel, Ke Mingye was slightly startled, then quickly typed.

Click to send.

[Failed Man: So, what’s the situation now?]
[Fan Quan: Good news, I’ve got a path, or rather… He has chosen me.]
[Failed Man: Then can you fricking hurry out of that damn tower?]
[Fan Quan: Look behind you.]
Ke Mingye heaved a sigh of relief, turned his face back, and saw Fan Quan, dressed in black, walking out from a door made of golden religious scriptures. Amidst flying sand, the dim yellow sky behind suddenly roared, as if the atmosphere had been torn.

Turning back, he looked up at the sky.

The inverted pyramid had vanished.

“What’s going on?”

Ke Mingye, looking at the empty sky, was somewhat questioning life.

“Let’s go back to China first.”

“That’s right… I don’t want to stay in this creepy place any longer, it’s too sinister.”

“Return.” “Return.”

The command given, both of them returned to the train station in the Old Jingmai District, sitting habitually on the dusty public wooden bench.

“So the inverted pyramid was the Divine Ruins?”

“Correct.”

“What path did you get?”

Upon hearing this, Fan Quan didn’t answer, but instead raised his right hand, showing Ke Mingye.

Ke Mingye looked up to see a golden circle outlined on the back of his hand, depicting a figure with a dog’s head and human body holding a scepter.

“Holy crap, you got a Peppa Pig tattoo?” Ke Mingye mocked.

“This is a Mythical Emblem, every Divine Communicator has it, and those at higher levels can conceal it.”

Ke Mingye breathed a sigh of relief, rubbed his temples, and looked up at the blue sky at noon, finally recovering from the bizarre events, “Okay, okay, you’ve got a path, but what about me?”

“There’s one last ruins, I suggest we go now.”

“Let’s go then.”

Saying so, Ke Mingye stretched lazily on the wooden bench.

“I believe to acquire Divine Communication, you need to be there in person, not just send a Doll to receive the Mythical Path.” Fan paused, “You’re lucky they didn’t kick you out from the ruins; be courteous when asking for favors.”