Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 2814: Chapter 2809: Unfulfilled

Well, people are too bored to the point of creating clans for fun; this reason is still too far-fetched.

In the dim warehouse, Fu Qian seemed to glimpse an incredible secret of an ancient race.

Annalise indeed likes red eyes, but the real opportunity that led her to craft an ancient race by hand also turned out to be the Long Night?

She received enlightenment from the Original Moon in a dream and thus learned of something that even the moon feared, yet she became expectant because of it.

In preparation for this, the Bloodline Clan was born.

With this in mind, those big bats might really be hiding something incredible.

Most importantly, these incredible things seem yet to be put to use.

Because ”Annalise couldn’t wait for the Long Night,” she was gone before that.

Indeed, writing the ”Moon History Record” earlier was a wise decision.

The entanglement between various moons is not only numerous but also tied to the Long Night.

Even the Original Moon and Annalise, these two sure-fire figures lost before the Long Night, have quite an incredible connection.

How was it done?

One can only say that the Moon God’s sudden act of reincarnation makes its image even more mysterious.

Furthermore, from the notes, it seems that a familiar name can be seen: the legendary First Apostle Herbert.

Even ”Ancient Reminiscence,” this transcendent object generated from his eyeball, subtly knows the possible cause.

Annalise likes red eyes and demands them to be naturally red.

As his loyal follower, this point was somewhat unsatisfactory.

Thus Herbert made a daring move, gouged out his original eyeballs to discard them, and willingly transformed into the Blood Clan to seek her intimate favor.

Although, in the end, it seems he still did not succeed...

And once mentioning the Bloodline Clan, one thing seems finally cleared up: how exactly did the ”Abyssal Chronicle” come about?

The note already makes this explanation quite clear, ”A lie he shared with the Bloodline Clan.”

Yes, that thing is the Progenitor’s gift.

This can even explain why the Abyssal Chronicle and the Truth Note have such a connection.

The Truth Note and the asylum, their underlying essence is Anna Lise’s Divine Dream as the Progenitor of the Bloodline Clan and his way to communicate with the Original Moon.

One can almost imagine him within this, using a notebook-like manner, to verify the truths of certain matters.

And the vampires, this clan is not called in vain; they even received a copy of such a thing.

Unfortunately, those big bats are somewhat unreliable and didn’t write anything serious on it — really didn’t write?

At a certain moment, Fu Qian didn’t easily scorn, but silently asked in his heart.

If one had not delved into the essence of the Truth Note, some things might still be difficult to associate.

But realizing that its core is a pile of feces, especially after witnessing what the precursor wrote, some halos are evidently fading.

It’s hard to say the real purpose, but as a dignified Superior, even if he really likes those created little bats, he shouldn’t allow them to wantonly spy using such things.

Perhaps the original version contained more sensitive content, but was subtly erased.

Things like ”Annalise has completely perished” are likely impossible to be written before the distant Long Night.

But that being said, even if the Progenitor is gone, the Blood Clan declines, for the Abyssal Chronicle to end up in Brother Tyler’s hands is still somewhat too far-fetched, unless—

At a certain moment, Fu Qian seemed to think of something even more incredible.

Unless the Abyssal Chronicle falls into his hands, before it can land in his business partner’s hands.

...

This conspiracy theory doesn’t stop at the very beginning.

Fu Qian is never stingy about contemplating his situation from the most pessimistic angle.

As a result, until now, even one of the bookstore’s most successful business collaborations seems to be overshadowed.

Brother Tyler’s style indeed seems quite straightforward, but how an item closely related to a Superior was directly handed over shortly after he stationed in Shangjing makes his role seem like just that of a courier.

Is someone behind the scenes arranging? Is even the entire Bloodline Clan a designated target?

If such a situation exists, who might want ”the lie” in their hands?

The Red Moon? Fu Qian shook his head.

Perhaps unstable mental states provide a foundation for doing something crazy.

But here’s the most evident paradox: the Red Moon was using every possible means to find where he was back then.

If they knew the address so well, why would there be a need for Ember’s sacrifice later? It’s really putting the cart before the horse.

Not to mention that upon their first meeting, he reminded not to ”immerse in the lie.”

Interesting... so who might it be?

With a clicking sound from his lips, regarding his experiences in the Bookstore World, Fu Qian seems to feel a heavier side.

Without hastily concluding on this matter, the next moment, his gaze shifted to inside his hand.

...

So does the warehouse have a certain bias in its understanding of the concept of ”weapon”?

With a smooth texture, Fu Qian conveyed his heart of expecting was extinguished.

It’s exactly like the description, a sleek black long glove without even a single rivet.

The material is unique, thin but neither silky nor fuzzy, paired with a bit of warmth as if within lays a skin with a bloodline pulsing through.

It’s long enough, but it seems at most a casting tool?

Fu Qian certainly wouldn’t mind, nor excessively ponder what skin it is, he directly put it on.

The elasticity is excellent, all the way up until it covered the right elbow, with no sense of tightness.

But after trying to grip and punch, Fu Qian expressed that he didn’t feel any amplification, making the warehouse’s weapon classification hard to comment on.

The visual effect is rather pleasing, clearly black but holding a hint of understated luxury.

And beneath its dust-free appearance, seemingly capable of concealing all secrets—wait.

Having thought of something, Fu Qian raised his hand to pull up his left sleeve.

The abstract crimson pattern still squatted there, seemingly alive slowly roaming.

This was the harvest from the last exploration in the Bone Burial Ground, the Crimson Frenzy kindly shared by the Dragon King.

Previously remarked that this thing wasn’t great for passing political inspections, yet couldn’t fully hide, only adjust the position—

Under Fu Qian’s gaze, that special pattern quickly twisted and deformed, moving upwards.

Shoulder, chest... even appearing on the right arm, eventually dug beneath the glove.

Quite well, just right.

Upon clenching the fist again to feel, realizing it covered comfortably, Fu Qian nodded with satisfaction.

Now even achieving symmetry on both sides.

Dimensional Poison on one side, Anna Lise’s lie coupled with Crimson Frenzy on the other, manually assembling a pair of Tyrant’s Fists.

Even as Tyrant Poison Fists.

Snap—

Amid the contemplation, Fu Qian snapped his right fingers with a muffled sound, a splash of crimson appearing out of thin air.