Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 538: Chapter 538 Breaking the Cocoon_1 Chapter 538: Chapter 538 Breaking the Cocoon_1 The one trapped was clearly not willing to be captured without a fight, not only did they not answer Fu Qian’s question, but they struggled violently among the tentacles.

Unfortunately, Fu Qian’s ambush, which he had lain in wait for, clearly caused it unbearable damage.

Amid the bloodshed, the body in the cage tore and swelled, revealing a shimmering pattern of flesh that was strangely beautiful.

However, the tenacity of the tentacles was beyond imagination, the body that had expanded several times in an instant merely stretched the fearsome cage a little, and the gap that appeared was far from enough for it to escape.

As they reached a stalemate, the next moment the swelling body exploded violently, spraying into chunks of flesh no bigger than a fist.

And the moment these chunks of flesh exploded, they quickly wriggled and twisted in the air into a swarm of bats.

The bats flapped their wings and swarmed out from the gaps between the tentacles.

This was the true means of escape.

Brilliant!

Even Fu Qian couldn’t help but admire such a tactic.

The speed of these little bats was extraordinarily fast; once they squeezed through the gaps between the tentacles, they quickly flew in all directions.

The path of each bat was erratic, but they all shared one thing in common: they never looked back, clearly giving up on fighting and focusing solely on fleeing.

In such a situation, it was extremely difficult to hold them back.

Unfortunately, the next moment, all these yearnings for freedom crashed into an even larger web.

Sorry, things like instant explosions, I’m an expert in that as well.

Fu Qian controlled what had now become hundreds, if not thousands, of tentacles, which slowly contracted towards the center, forming a tight, impenetrable web of flesh.

How could one let their guard down with an opponent who was an expert at ambush and assassination!

Most of these hundreds of tentacles had burst from the upper half of Fu Qian’s body, almost at the same time as the other was swelling up ready to explode.

And at this moment, one could feel countless bats inside the net trying to bite and flap their way out, searching for a path to survival.

Unfortunately, under Fu Qian’s meticulous weaving, the cage of tentacles had turned into a black and red cocoon that was as deadly as a widow’s web.

Forget fist-sized, not even something the size of a turtle’s head could escape.

And it didn’t end there, with time, the cocoon continued to steadily shrink inch by inch.

Soon the movements of the bats became weak, because their space to maneuver had greatly diminished.

And with each squeeze, like crushing soup dumplings, bat after bat burst under the pressure.

“Can you answer my question now?”

When the long cocoon had nearly shrunk to a volume of 0.05 cubic meters, Fu Qian paused his actions and repeated the question from earlier.

“You… why… impossible! What on earth are you?”

After patiently waiting three seconds, a voice full of life’s doubts came from inside the cocoon.

“Answer the question, it’s not your turn to ask yet.”

Fu Qian emotionlessly reminded them, then realized something.

That voice sounded like a woman’s?

Hisss!

Fu Qian took a breath and looked up at the cocoon in mid-air.

Amidst the mix of black and red, hundreds upon thousands of tentacles stretched out magnificently.

So now… he had used a bunch of tentacles to trap a female Transcendent warrior and suspended her in mid-air?

The scene didn’t feel quite right!

“Come down and chat?”

After a moment’s thought, Fu Qian decided it was best to end this spectacle quickly to avoid any undue attention.

“Fine!”

The response from inside was more eager than expected, and Fu Qian chose to interpret this as simply a pure desire for freedom.

The next moment, the tentacles began to withdraw one by one from the perfectly woven cocoon, rapidly retracting onto Fu Qian.

Soon Fu Qian saw what had been wrapped inside.

It was a humanoid creature with hands and feet, slender in form, with blurred contours.

At that moment, they were holding their knees with both hands, burying their head between their legs.

The very definition of curling up into a ball.

And in the instant the cocoon completely unraveled, that ball went limp like silk cloth and slumped to the ground.

…

Fu Qian did not take any action for a time, simply watching the puddle on the ground.

Fortunately, the person on the ground quickly stretched out, then propped themselves up on the floor with their nearly transparent arms, taking a couple of long breaths.

After catching their breath, that person’s body quickly regained color, and their skin surface became white and dazzling, rapidly concealing the organs and flesh underneath.

As a pair of broad membranous wings unfurled from his back, wrapping around his entire body, he finally lifted his head.

Grey hair, red pupils, delicate yet with a hint of inhuman temperament, his face bore the sternness of someone unconcerned with being a captive.

“What exactly are you?”

As his condition somewhat recovered, he stood up and incredulously questioned Fu Qian.

“You have one last chance to organize your language.”

Fu Qian reminded him expressionlessly.

…

“Selana.”

The wisdom of the Bloodline Clan shouldn’t be underestimated, as after a few seconds of contemplation, she successfully recalled the question Fu Qian had asked earlier and quickly responded.

“Selana Gulad?”

“Yes.”

“Very good!”

Fu Qian expressed his relief that communication could proceed normally.

“So Mr. Tyler sent you?”

“That fool could never command me.”

Hearing Fu Qian’s question, Lady Selana snorted, her expression haughty.

“Do you have the Abyssal Chronicle in your possession?”

“You came for that?”

Fu Qian’s face showed curiosity as he thought for a moment and then took out the item previously obtained from his pocket.

“Correct.”

Selana silently nodded at the thing Fu Qian had pulled out.

“Can you locate it?”

Based on her reaction and previous statement, Fu Qian guessed at a possibility.

“Yes, and not long ago, I suddenly lost my sense of it.”

“That surprised me, so I found Tyler who should have had it in his possession to inquire.”

See, being cautious really doesn’t hurt.

Fu Qian felt satisfied with the caution he had used previously.

“And Mr. Tyler just told you honestly? I thought he would come up with several excuses to stall for a while.”

“Although Tyler is an idiot, he has one quality I appreciate: he’s afraid of death.”

Selana’s tone was calm yet laden with intense killing intent.

“Understood.”

Fu Qian caught on instantly.

“If this item is so important, how could it have ended up in his hands?”

“That’s naturally because it wasn’t that important anymore.”

“In the end, it’s just a notebook with many restrictions on its use.”

Selana looked at the chronicle in Fu Qian’s hand, her expression somewhat complex.

“The reason I’m somewhat concerned about it is because in my lengthy life, there are only so few things left for me to care about and remember.”

“Such is life.”

Sensing the vicissitudes in her words, Fu Qian expressed agreement.

At the same time, he realized something.

A lengthy life…

“What age might you be, Madam?”

…

Selana didn’t speak, but the air seemed to suddenly freeze.

Still sensitive about age even as a member of the Bloodline Clan?

Fu Qian found such a reaction incomprehensible.

The thing is, even if you don’t say it, verifying something like this is quite simple.

Fu Qian shook his head, opened the chronicle in his hands, and took out a pen from his pocket, writing a few quick lines on a blank page.

[Selana is less than 500 years old]

The next moment, the writing rapidly vanished.