Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 1033: Chapter 1031: Both Goals and Means are Pure Chapter 1033: Chapter 1031: Both Goals and Means are Pure Although the pressure on demigods in this place was immense, there were still ways to combat the corrosion.

However, Fu Qian did not even use his Mythical Form, and instead, transformed into an extreme environmentalist to minimize the chances of triggering an alarm.

Soon, he would have to visit the lair of The Night Watchers to gather information related to the Prism of the Radiant Transformation.

It was better to keep a low profile now and not let a mere opportunity for advancement ruin the bigger plans.

While pondering, Fu Qian didn’t even wait for his legs to fully recover before using his tendrils to propel himself upwards, leaping rapidly from one protrusion to the next.

As he was dealing with his broken legs, his mind was already multitasking, pinpointing the direction of a faint connection.

And time might be tighter than he imagined.

He had discovered that even though he had promptly amputated his legs, the gorgeously garish rust spots were rapidly growing all over his body.

This was an erosion of pure flesh comparable to Old Master Camus’s Godblood Curse.

Moreover, this time he was not on a mission in spirit but was physically tomb-robbing, without any storage to help cleanse the contamination.

Even if he were a high being ascended by flesh and blood, it wouldn’t be as simple as peeling off some skin once the situation worsened deeply.

Especially since this thing was like an aura covering the entire map.

Whether it was the Blood Lake below, the protrusions he landed on, or the omnipresent foul stench—it was all accumulating this effect, leaving nowhere to hide.

To sum up, before the end of the Pseudo-Divine Being state, his physical body might not hold up.

Amid his musings, his regrown legs touched the ground, and Fu Qian quickened his pace, even retracting his tendrils.

…

This was the place.

He didn’t have to run for much longer when he noticed a subtle change in the situation.

It wasn’t just an intangible connection anymore; the sense of mutual attraction suddenly became clear.

He seemed to have officially entered the target’s sphere of influence.

Although it looked no different.

The endless Blood Lake still stretched out before his eyes, and even the landing spots had become scarce.

But that was just on the surface, changes were already happening subtly.

Fu Qian stopped walking, extended his left hand, and cocked his middle finger.

Something was calling him down.

But Fu Qian had no intention of diving, instead, he scrutinized the back of his hand.

The rapidly flourishing red rust was slowing its spread.

More precisely, ever since stepping across a certain invisible boundary, everything that belonged to him seemed to be solidifying under some mysterious influence.

Eternity.

The next moment, a term rarely used popped into Fu Qian’s head.

As a materialist, he never believed that anything could last forever.

But at this moment, he truly “experienced” that concept.

Fu Qian had no doubt that if he stayed here long enough, his very existence would be permanently fixed in this moment.

Neither corrosion nor advancement would matter to him anymore.

“Interesting power dynamics, so the pressure is now on Su Gao’s side,”

Faced with this unfavorable change, Fu Qian still did not move in the next instant, but quietly calculated the time while talking to himself.

1, 2, 3…

Time didn’t pass very quickly, but it still crossed one estimated critical point after another.

Fu Qian’s posture remained unchanged until, at a certain moment, a white ring on his extended middle finger emitted a slight tremor.

It worked!

Without any hesitation, Fu Qian immediately abandoned the target right in front of his eyes and turned to sprint away.

Correct, as a one-time exploratory venture, Fu Qian had never set the nature of this venture as the Child of Destiny, casually walking around to gain heavenly treasures and become the supreme martial artist.

In his view, if he was naïve enough to chase that “opportunity”, the success rate would not be higher than jumping off a cliff to find a white ape.

From the very beginning, his goal was pure—to make use of the sacrificed ten SAN points as much as possible to anchor a coordinate that might be useful for Red Moon, as a starting point for the next action.

This journey had made discoveries mainly because of the Tide, which allowed the information of the Divine Trait to “drift” out.

But essentially, the Tide was still an extremely negative influence that even a Paramecium would know to avoid.

The real problem was, how to relocate here without the Tide.

Even if Red Moon was extremely helpful again in pinpointing this “bubble,” in this environment, without information pulling him, finding the target becomes a game of luck, possibly even worse than this time.

So the most reasonable choice this time was to use early traction to anchor the position, and then strike at full strength next time.

This was the limit Fu Qian sought, and his objectives had never changed.

But the problem that followed was, in this limit operation, the targeted location found was utterly devoid of reference points—when opening the door properly, some distinctiveness for “Mom” ought to be given.

In response, Fu Qian chose to try using the White Ring to record the strange influence, such as “Eternity”.

The advantage of doing this, if successful, would effectively help him replicate, and during the attempted process, the chances of triggering surveillance possibly from The Night Watchers would be minimal.

The downside was that, on one hand, it was uncertain whether “Eternity” counted as an attack, and according to the instructions for using the White Ring, the odds of success against such a ranking should also be extremely low.

But it didn’t matter, a true expert strives for the greatest possibility within limited resources.

If not successful, he would simply invest another resource.

As it turned out, “pure power” withstood the test.

After trials within a bearable range, it indeed recorded an effect of “Eternity”.

…

Having achieved his goal, Fu Qian not only ran swiftly following the scent of the world of the exit but even flickered with brilliant light, using Homeward again.

Nothing happened.

In this place, it seemed his connection with Half-step Moon was severed.

Definitely a dangerous situation!

Fu Qian was not too surprised by this outcome.

Red Moon’s warning was one aspect, and ever since he had entered here, he had tried using Blood Conquest, the reaction was null.

The next moment, he simply removed the Messenger.

No effect*3!

Really impressive, but fortunately, he had prepared a margin for this.

Although if these two methods had been effective, they could have managed his journey as a one-way trip.

But having dealt with Yasui Tokiyuki before, Fu Qian could hardly be an idealist any longer.

Ultimately, before his whole body was covered with red rust spots, that bizarre landscape reappeared before his eyes.

“Indeed, everything is comparative; after a circuit, this place is just too delightful.”

Once again stepping onto that vast land, Fu Qian uttered sincere feelings and, after dashing a few steps forward, distinctly felt the fall in his ranking.

Pseudo-Divine Being state had ended.

But no matter, at least here he no longer needed to worry about alarming The Night Watchers.

Amid the sizzling sound, Fu Qian tore off his whole skin and dashed straight for the ruins.