The job change is a bizarre and calamity; the nation begs me to tone it down.

After all, as a top figure who walks the dark side of the world, he certainly has the right to be proud.

He has carried out countless assassination and stealth missions.

He has even infiltrated certain high-level divine realms, taking the head of his target and escaping unscathed despite heavy blockades.

In his view, even if those rural nobles from the remote star system of Ashmerktin really did get some incredible luck...

A strategic weapon dating back several eras was unearthed in the Dark Star System.

The defensive measures they implemented could never be truly flawless.

Any power barrier that exists within the real dimension will inevitably have gaps in the flow of energy.

And what he excels at is finding a way to survive in this crevice.

However, as soon as he finished speaking, Crobbick shook his head: "Don't be careless, my friend."

Admittedly, he knew Night Owl's strength and was also aware of the pride of this top assassin.

But when faced with the black mist of that Dark Star System, any pride could lead to certain death.

"Do you think that what I asked you to investigate is just some relic hidden in Ashmerk's private collection, or some kind of advanced technological creation?" Do you think that with your stealth skills, you can easily pass through that black mist, and even move freely inside it?

The owl didn't speak, but his silence already represented a kind of acquiescence.

Crobbick sighed, turned around, and looked at the humanoid shadow: "Put away your experience in dealing with conventional forces. If things were really that simple, I wouldn't have needed to use a quota from the Old Twilight Court to ask you to come out of seclusion."

"The light cone in your hand does indeed record the images of those envoys having their spiritual power obliterated by the black mist, but this is only the tip of the iceberg."

"That black mist is very difficult to deal with, or rather, using the word 'difficult to deal with' to describe it is a great underestimation."

"Because, in my opinion... there... there is very likely a true ancient god lurking there."

Old Gods.

When those two words floated lightly from Crobbick's lips.

The entire courtyard, filled with moon grass, seemed to have frozen in time.

The owl's body stiffened abruptly.

The shadows swirling around it writhed and twisted violently, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

A look of surprise flashed in his scarlet eyes.

To reiterate, this applies to the vast majority of low-level professionals, and even to those so-called heads of divine clans.

This may simply be a term that exists only in ancient myths and forbidden texts.

It's a vague legend used to scare children. But for someone like Night Owl, who stands at the pinnacle of power and has touched the edge of the world's truth, it's a powerful myth.

He knew all too well the terrifying weight those two words carried.

That is a ruler that does not belong to the current era; it is an unparalleled calamity conceived at the beginning of the universe's chaos.

Each of their breaths could trigger an energy storm that sweeps across dozens of galaxies.

Even an unconscious turn of their bodies is enough to cause the barriers between dimensions to collapse and shatter.

Before the indescribable majesty of the Old Gods, no high-ranking professionals, no massive interstellar fleets, and even the high-ranking council leaders are nothing more than insignificant dust beneath their feet.

If an ancient god truly descends upon the Dark Star System.

Even if it's just an avatar that hasn't fully awakened, the danger level of this mission instantly skyrockets from the original stealth reconnaissance to a hellish, certain death.

After all, the perception of the Old Gods does not require the use of sight or mental power to explore.

Within the domain of their authority, all rules will be rewritten, and any disguise or stealth will become meaningless.

"No wonder...the mental power of those special envoys was instantly annihilated."

At this moment, this small object, which emitted a faint blue light, had become a hot potato in his eyes.

If it really is an Old God, then Ashmerkrin and his gang are not only insane, but utterly insane. They actually dared to try to cover up the existence of an Old God.

"So now you understand why I was willing to give up my spot in the Ancient Twilight Court, right?"

Crobbick was not surprised by Night Owl's reaction.

Any normal person would react upon hearing the words "Old Gods".

It is impossible to maintain absolute calm.

"This is a high-stakes gamble, Night Owl. Not only am I gambling, but you are too. If you think the risk is too great, it's not too late to back out now."

quit?

The swirling shadows around the owl gradually subsided.

He lowered his head, his eyes flickering uncertainly in the darkness.

"hehe……"

After a long while, he suddenly let out a strange laugh.

If this had happened before today, or if someone else had taken on this task, they would have turned and run away without hesitation, the farther the better, when faced with a very likely Old God.

But the night owl is different.

Although his expression was solemn, a closer look would reveal no sign of retreat in his eyes.

On the contrary, they were quite enthusiastic.

Because if there really are ancient gods there, then the difficulty of this task is ridiculously high.

But for him, it was not an absolute dead end.

All of this stems from his hidden profession, which is unique in the entire world and even regarded as heretical—the Shadow of the Old Abyss.

The Star Council has thousands of high-level professions on record. Whether it is a mage who controls the elements, a star energy warrior with powerful strength attributes, or a star knight who rides a giant beast, their essence is a borrowing and sublimation of the power of the current universe dimension.

But the owl's profession is different.

The Shadow of the Old Abyss did not originate within the existing power system framework.

Years ago, during a perilous exploration of an ancient realm, he unexpectedly fell into a torn rift in time, plunging into an ancient abyss that still retained the aura of bygone eras.

There, he was not torn apart by that insane force.

Instead, through an extremely cruel and perilous method, he integrated a faint trace of the ancient god's aura into his own soul's essence, thus completing this incredible class change.

From that time on, the nature of his power underwent a fundamental change.

The shadows he controls are no longer simply light obscuring or visual deception.

Instead, it carries a trace of the same origin as the old authority.

This shared origin allows him to cope with the oppression of the Old Gods.

They possessed resistance that ordinary professionals could not even imagine.

When others face soul collapse under the spiritual pollution and obliteration rules of the Old Gods.

However, the Night Owl can rely on the characteristics of the Old Abyss Shadow to adjust its life frequency to a frequency band that is extremely similar to that ancient power.

It's like a drop of water merging into the ocean, or a leaf falling into the forest.

As long as he doesn't actively expose his hostility, and as long as he doesn't make any overly provocative moves, under certain circumstances, he can completely use this shared aura to deceive the indiscriminate rejection of the old gods' authority, thereby resisting that deadly erosion.