Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 959: Chapter 957: Facet (30) Chapter 959: Chapter 957: Facet (30) Fu Qian’s purpose in seeking Sergei was simple: He wanted to follow in the footsteps of the heretical precursors and switch to a new vessel.

However, given the current limitations to only physical possession, lacking any overly fantastical methods, the considerably large Sergei became the first choice.

By directly dissolving and twisting his flesh into that of a mollusk, from the abdomen to the esophagus, Fu Qian quickly completed the process akin to a hermit crab changing shells.

Due to a lack of experience in this area, Fu Qian proceeded with extreme caution throughout the entire process, even setting aside Mercy and the Tranquilizer.

Even so, Sergei’s form still swelled significantly after the completion.

Of course, this was only the first step.

At this moment, Sergei could be described purely as a walking corpse, uncontrolled.

He couldn’t just wander around squeezed among a mass of organs.

Fortunately, not long ago, I had witnessed the eerie behavior of Old Master Logan from the Night Watcher Council, a Demigod Envoy and the Fury King, at Unseen Hillock.

Carefully recalling the demonstration of the Three Purities as One performed by the old master, in the next moment, countless fine filaments stretched out from Fu Qian’s twisted body.

The filaments pierced through flesh and wound around bones, rapidly spreading throughout Sergei’s entire body.

In just a few minutes, in the unseen darkness, Fu Qian’s body had completely dispersed, forming a system similar to blood vessels that spread throughout the body.

The legendary Crimson Angel descended once again.

“Feels… pretty… good…”

Carefully moving his body, Fu Qian performed a fist-clenching motion and even tested his linguistic capabilities.

After quickly correcting his pronunciation, he wasted no time. He stepped forward, picked up his Salvation Two-Piece Set, struck a pose by the glass, and scoffed.

“The twenty-first century is the century of the biological!”

In the chilling proclamation of death, Fu Qian, now in a much more symmetrical body, left the office and even remembered to close the door behind him.

At this time, due to the recent commotion, quite an audience had gathered in the corridor.

However, compared to Fu Qian, they showed slightly more interest in Adele in the screening room.

Unfortunately, when Fu Qian had previously made a hole in the wall, he had intentionally chosen a higher position, so they, driven by interest but unable to reach, merely congregated there.

But now, the arrival of the Tyrant undoubtedly startled them, causing them all to turn around simultaneously.

In the next moment, due to the overly complex nature of the newly appeared target, they hesitated considerably.

Luckily, this hesitation did not last long.

The closest head was instantly shattered by an invisible Air Bullet.

This was just the beginning. Fu Qian did not stop moving, his fingers continuously tapping.

The bodies, still of flesh and blood, instantly turned into dust under the Air Bullets.

I just knew it, my marksmanship wasn’t for nothing.

Scoffing, Fu Qian blew on his fingers.

Among all his methods, the Air Bullet was not the most powerful, but at this moment, it became the most useful tool.

After all, although his strength still rapidly recovered, his current physical shell was still too fragile to withstand the usual crafting, and any small damage could spell disaster.

Amidst his reflections, amidst the spill of bloody plasma, the newly crowned Tyrant Sergei slightly bent his knees and jumped directly through the hole in the wall.

In the darkness, there was still one person and one cat, yet now exceptionally quiet.

Adele, her face pressed against Henry, showed no reaction to the arrival of the Tyrant.

Her eyes, previously somewhat lively, now lost the last bit of their sparkle.

However, perhaps due to the use of potions, although her consciousness was lost, she did not exhibit any significant aggression.

Looking down from above for two seconds, Fu Qian did not disturb her tranquility and directly pulled Henry out.

The latter, originally curled up on Adele’s arm, was rare in his quietness.

Now, disturbed by Fu Qian, he almost instantly exploded into a violent struggle.

Unfortunately, under the Tyrant’s formidable presence, his struggle was largely futile, and his head was soon grasped by Fu Qian, forcibly directed towards his face.

From the outside, Henry, aside from being more disheveled and blood-stained than before, exhibited no significant changes.

But unfortunately, Fu Qian could no longer afford to judge by appearances alone.

Even someone as formidable as him found it troublesome to attempt using Sergei’s throat for speaking. It was quite a technical feat, indeed too fine a detail to also replicate something like optic nerves.

Thus, in truth, the eyes of the Tyrant within Sergei served only as decoration for Fu Qian; his reliance was entirely on Transcendent perception.

At this moment, this inconvenience brought about a curious effect.

In Fu Qian’s perception, Henry’s eyes were no longer green but red as fresh blood.

Not only were they as bright as stars, they resonated indescribably with the omnipresent colors.

[Mission completed, current mission updated]

[Sink the Origin of Colors into the Abyss]

It really is you, huh!

Listening to the pleasant notification in his mind, Fu Qian heaved a deep sigh.

He hadn’t been without doubts about this cat, but up until now, aside from an underlying entanglement of love and hate, it really hadn’t shown many abnormalities.

However, just now, when his power had recovered to a certain level, his perception of this being had undergone a fascinating change.

It was a presence unlike others, belonging to the Transcendent realm.

Thus, upon obtaining a new vessel, Fu Qian had come directly to investigate.

The facts had proven that the Cat from the Stars really hadn’t disappointed him.

Yet at the same time, Fu Qian couldn’t help but express his critique of the storage—couldn’t the hint be a bit more detailed, or would that be too taxing?

Even if it didn’t tell him to find a physical shell, at least adding a line about restoring power in the mission description would be nice?

The time he had carried the cat previously wasn’t brief, but it had triggered no mission.

The reason, upon reflection, was simple: he must “see” its Transcendent aspect.

That is to say, if he didn’t find a way to restore his Transcendence, then completing this mission would be out of the question.

…

Of course, the critique was merely spoken casually; what Fu Qian truly concerned himself with was the possibility reflected by the overly irresponsible storage—the worst possibility that something was restricting it.

The new mission parameters mentioned the Abyss, an exaggerated place.

Combining it with a Class-1 object, it was hard not to connect the current situation with some Higher Powers.

If the guess was correct, it would mean that the massive crisis he had been apprehensive about brewing behind the scenes might involve forces unreasonably powerful.

A feeling of a fully shining Death Star.

“It looks like we are going to the Abyss together.”

Amidst his reflections, Fu Qian picked up Henry and cast a “look” towards the direction of the institute.