There's a skull dungeon attached to my basement

The God Game's prompts kept popping up.

[Evil God power detected]

[Emergency plan activated]

[Detected that the player has met the requirements for the second advancement, importing elements]

Xiao Yang leveled up three times in a row when the Tyrant Governor died. Currently, Xiao Yang is already level twenty-two, and an ordinary door appears again at this time.

[Second advancement begins, importing Evil God power, transforming the pollution ritual, introducing advancement rules, Player No. 1 enters the advancement process]

Prompts popped up one after another, but Xiao Yang seemed not to hear them. He lay like a corpse, motionless.

This time, the ritual was a bit too hasty for him.

In some ways, it was successful, but in other ways, it was not.

The success was that he indeed dragged this Evil God offspring into the ritual.

Xiao Yang had prepared enough flesh elements, and the Sleep God's divinity was sufficient as a bridge for support and communication, but there was a slight problem with the soul element. The overly unequal status dragged him into this ritual as well.

During the ritual, Xiao Yang's soul was pulled to directly face the part of the Evil God's will that had split from the Evil God offspring's body.

This was truly a deadly situation.

This ritual did provide some protection for Xiao Yang, the host, but the intensity of that protection was not enough for Xiao Yang to devour this part of the Evil God's will in his current state.

What level was Xiao Yang at? What level was the Evil God at? A level twenty-two, second-advancement player who hadn't even completed the elite status was going to fight an Evil God? Although it was just the Evil God's will, could he fight it? No, he couldn't! Even with the ritual buff, Xiao Yang couldn't win; he would lose his life!

In this situation, Xiao Yang almost collapsed on the spot and waited to be resurrected honestly. It was even possible that something would go wrong with the resurrection, and it was hard to say whether the God Game could pull Xiao Yang's soul out of that lump of polymer.

Yes, it was a polymer. A failed taboo ritual, all kinds of super-standard items, a player of the God Game, a premature Evil God offspring. After the ritual began, everyone was mixed together. Success would naturally be a joy for all, but failure would not be so pretty.

A new lump of something was about to be born, perhaps a strange item, a stagnant source of pollution. Xiao Yang would lose his soul and will, and the Evil God offspring would lose its status and power.

The two might merge into something that was not so dangerous, or perhaps a more dangerous new thing would be born. It was not certain.

In this situation, the crisis might be resolved, or it might be even more deadly.

Fortunately, the God Game had not given up on this reckless Xiao Yang. The timely investment of rules and the continuous injection of power turned this chaotic taboo ritual towards the player's advancement. Within the framework of the advancement ritual, Xiao Yang avoided direct contact with that part of the Evil God's will.

It was turned into a test, and Xiao Yang could be considered unprecedented, and difficult to be repeated in the future.

It's not that those famous figures in the myriad worlds hadn't seen such scenes, but it's just that very few people would make such a fuss on their elite-to-lord advancement. It was too suicidal.

You're making such a fuss about advancing to a lord? Is it necessary? Those who know would think you're at a high level. Level twenty-something, second advancement, why are you risking your life!

Of course, if Xiao Yang could choose, he wouldn't want to risk his life so much, but unfortunately, he didn't have the right to choose.

In the pitch-blackness, light suddenly ignited, and Xiao Yang appeared in a daze in an unimaginably empty space. In front of him, another version of himself appeared.

Xiao Yang's advancement difficulty was probably going to break the sky in such a situation.

Xiao Yang had no choice!

He stared at this other version of himself in front of him, at those indifferent eyes. He had only seen such eyes in one place.

From that damn Evil God offspring.

Letting out a breath, Xiao Yang roughly understood what he had to do, probably fight.

Thinking of the appearance of the Rusty Great Axe, an axe with mottled rust appeared in Xiao Yang's hand.

His intuition was not wrong. The one in front of him was the Evil God's will manifested in the ritual and the rules imported by the God Game, but why did it look like him?

In this ritual, Xiao Yang and this part of the Evil God's will were regarded as a whole, and Xiao Yang occupied the dominant position on the surface.

Another miracle was about to be born if Xiao Yang could defeat this Evil God's will that had manifested as his appearance.

Xiao Yang might really be able to swallow this piece of the Evil God's will completely, equivalent to him eating a part of God, from flesh to soul. This was truly incredible if he could really succeed.

Who would be able to tell the difference between him and the real Evil God then?

However, to do this, the first and necessary thing was that Xiao Yang had to defeat himself in front of him.

This was not easy. Xiao Yang swung the Rusty Great Axe in his hand, and instantly, he was manifested again, with a look of astonishment on his face.

The Evil God's will manifested as his appearance, but it did not completely become him, and even if it did become him, it was a Xiao Yang that surpassed the current Xiao Yang.

Again and again, he died, without any ability to fight back. Xiao Yang's soul state became blurred, becoming hazy.

It was indeed very difficult, and there seemed to be no possibility of victory, but he did not give up.

He rushed up again and again, without the slightest fear, dying again and again, until he was about to truly dissipate.

In the soul space, Xiao Yang bit his teeth. This feeling was very bad, feeling himself getting weaker and weaker, until he walked towards death.

Extraordinarily desperate.

But even so, Xiao Yang still chose to continue charging after gripping the Rusty Great Axe in his hand.

If seeing despair was what this battle was about, then giving up meant there was no hope at all.

"Come on! I won't give up!"

Xiao Yang gritted his teeth and rushed towards the other version of himself in front of him. With familiar moves, Xiao Yang still had no ability to fight back, but in the repeated deaths, Xiao Yang still caught a flaw. The other version of himself especially liked beheading.

Xiao Yang actively sent his head over, and in the next moment, his head was chopped off, but in exchange, Xiao Yang's attack finally hit the other version of himself in front of him.

He was injured, blood flowed out, and a smile hung on Xiao Yang's flying head, and then instantly turned into astonishment, because the wound on this damn guy's body instantly recovered.

If Xiao Yang had any feelings now, it was probably dying with lingering regrets.

This attack was not without benefits. As this perfect other version of himself bled, some blurry characters appeared in the profession column on Xiao Yang's panel.

But it didn't seem to make much sense, Xiao Yang's soul was about to be destroyed.

At this time, a change occurred. Just when Xiao Yang was really about to die with lingering regrets, a faint spot of light suddenly appeared and entered Xiao Yang's soul, and he stood up again.

The source of these light spots was not difficult to guess, they were the incomplete souls that Xiao Yang had liberated, the soul blessings left by those souls for Xiao Yang.

Xiao Yang stood up again, and he would continue to carry out this desperate test.