Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 808: Chapter 806 Similarly Special Chapter 808: Chapter 806 Similarly Special “The so-called final preparations are of course meaningful.”

When Fu Qian appeared by the long table, the entire warehouse seemed to ripple.

Almost instantaneously, he flung two masks into the distance.

Accompanied by violent coughing, chunks of flesh were spat onto the ground by him.

Even separated from the body, the latter continued to thrash with undiminished vitality, wriggling and stretching into strips, attempting to coalesce into various misaligned circles.

The next moment, Fu Qian snapped his fingers, activating the Return Edict.

The strips of flesh’s movements instantly slowed, quickly dissipating under the warehouse’s suppression.

The eerie patterns on his body also slowed in their spread.

A few seconds later, the warehouse too seemed to have adjusted to this sudden change, returning to silence.

The reason was quite simple—the effect of the Pseudo-Divine Being had ended, and his own ranking had fallen back to Demigod.

Fu Qian plonked down into a chair.

He had never entertained the fantasy of slaying a First Phase with a Demigod’s ranking.

Therefore, from the start, his plan was to maintain the posture of a Pseudo-Divine Being throughout.

Although his current SAN Points were enough to pay for eighteen uses, like the Delusory Steps Ring, this powerful move, which cost ten SAN Points to use, also had a cooldown period—it couldn’t be maintained indefinitely by burning SAN Points.

How to get through the cooldown period, then, was a crucial part of the plan.

Fu Qian’s countermeasure was simple: remove the mask just as the duration was about to end.

That was the purpose of his insistence on clocking in today.

How could he not utilize a divine skill such as time stop?

…

Of course, this action was not without risk.

Facing an opponent with a Divine Tier ranking, he could not discount the possibility of his connection to the warehouse being severed.

To this end, Fu Qian had also made contingency plans.

He had already tested that under the effects of Eternal Clarity Mind vision, he could still return to the warehouse by removing the mask.

If an unexpected situation truly arose, this nearly invincible Hearthstone routine was completely worth a try.

At this moment, due to contamination, the connection with the Red Moon had not been completely severed, but under the warehouse’s filter, it was negligible.

As for why the Return Edict, which could control contamination, was only used now—it was simple, his goal had never been to flee for his life.

With eyes closed, Fu Qian felt every single change from his body to his tools.

As time ticked by, when he opened his eyes again, the wounds caused by the Old Day’s Marks on his body had completely healed.

The aberrations in his body had almost fully recovered, though of course, the bizarre patterns symbolizing the Red Moon still remained.

That was enough.

Standing up from his seat, Fu Qian walked to the distance to retrieve the two masks.

This trip to Ye Island did not originally include the task of slaying a Divine Being on the itinerary.

But since the opportunity had arisen, he might as well go with the flow.

After several months, it was apparent that the warehouse’s state was far from good.

Not only had it been interfered with more than once, but also after becoming a Demigod, it had not provided any clues for further ascension, even though he had slain a God of Hubbub.

That was what he had said to Yasui Tokiyuki before, it had no effect.

Luckily, he of Caring Valley mind, didn’t much care for such things.

While the warehouse was temporarily weak, one could just as well rely on self-improvement, slaying a particularly strong First Phase to perhaps uncover an opportunity for ascension.

What was that saying again, yesterday I was proud of the warehouse, today the warehouse is proud of me—ah spit, yesterday I made the warehouse feel useful, today the warehouse makes me feel useful.

The world of adults is better off bare.

[SAN Points reduced by 10]

Fu Qian once again activated Pseudo-Divine Body.

I forgot, there’s one last thing.

Without hurrying to put on the mask, Fu Qian removed the Delusory Steps Ring from his finger and tossed it straight into his mouth.

“I am a Sage.”

If there are limitations, then I’ll learn on my own.

This is the basic quality of a researcher.

…

When he reappeared on the Half-step Moon, the dazzling comet was sparkling overhead.

Despite being the direct target and having seen this beautiful scene numerous times without tiring, Fu Qian still stopped to admire it until the chill tore through the vine net and devoured everything.

The familiar icy cascade once again surged from where he was standing, rushing outwards.

Not only vines but also monsters that were slightly closer suffered heavy injuries or death under the strike and, together with the corpses made by Fu Qian, were thrown far away.

Yasui Tokiyuki frowned slightly, seemingly aware of an anomaly.

Shields like turtle shells reappeared around him, easily blocking the ice storm outside.

Wait a minute, not entirely blocked?

The next moment, feeling an unexpected frost, Yasui Tokiyuki spotted the black and red sharp claw in front of him.

The impregnable shield was like paper before it.

Blood splattered.

This unexpected attack finally left a scar.

But that was it, almost simultaneously, Yasui Tokiyuki’s body transformed into a stream of light, appearing directly in mid-air.

It seemed to be teleportation as well, but unlike Fu Qian’s direct spatial deception, it was about pushing the speed to the limit by manipulating the environment.

But as everyone knows, flicker and extreme speed are never equal.

In mid-air, Fu Qian’s figure appeared almost at the same time as Yasui Tokiyuki.

The armor that the latter had just summoned, like numerous mirrors combined, was once again pierced by a strike.

Having sacrificed permanent attributes, Delusional Step no longer had a cooldown.

Thus, a bizarre scene unfolded: Within the ice storm, a light dashed up and down, desperately trying to evade pursuit, but each time it collided with the differently posed, outstretched claws.

Amidst the repeated bloodshed, a ghostly river suddenly appeared, submerging everything around it.

Like the mythical river of the underworld, it had no tangible flow, but where the darkness swept, the monsters Yasui Tokiyuki had materialized appeared to decay into ash in an instant, as if weathered by endless time.

Even the stones on the ground were no different.

And Yasui Tokiyuki, who was in its midst, finally escaped the pursuit.

The first thing he did was retreat from Fu Qian, standing outside the river and tossing his severed left arm to the side.

Merely touched by it, his left arm withered and decayed rapidly.

Even after severing it, his powerful regeneration failed to restore it for a while.

This thing was far more formidable than any specter or demon.

…

Cough cough!

For escaping Fu Qian, Yasui Tokiyuki, who had nearly submerged himself in the river, clearly didn’t get away without a price.

Following a series of violent coughs, the newly promoted First Phase aged visibly in the blink of an eye.

But he did not stop moving; while coughing, he tossed out a transparent statue.

The rapidly dissipating river began to churn anew, quickly absorbed by the latter.

The next moment, a three-headed, six-bodied figure, as dark as ink jade, stood before Yasui Tokiyuki, with the aura that belonged to the ghostly river coursing through its entire body.

“I take back my previous opinion.”

Yasui Tokiyuki finally stopped coughing, looking at Fu Qian with an indescribable expression.

“Nepheli was right, your origin might be as unique as Ariel’s.”