Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 1224: Chapter 1222: The Night Holy City’s Stick Insect (End)

How much longer? Naturally, the question referred to the remaining time for the Pseudo-Divine Being’s existence.

At first glance, it seemed to be an expression of impatience for the waiting.

But how could an Ancient Superior Being possess such a superficial emotion?

In fact, this was a kind of alternative courtesy.

Just now, having mentioned there were two more questions, the counterpart had chosen to ask one back after I posed the first one, and after getting an answer, signaled that I could continue asking.

It was both fair and cooperative.

Correspondingly, Fu Qian also did not lie at all.

In at most three minutes, I would fall from the rank forcefully maintained until now.

In a state akin to a spent arrow.

“As I mentioned before, I can feel that you are not inclined to reveal yourself, but at the same time, you are secretly accruing strength. I want to know why.”

This was a question that Fu Qian had been curious about for a long time.

Throughout the interactions in this period, the whole world seemed to be under some sort of shadow.

And who could be more suitable to help unravel the mysteries than an Ancient Deity who had hidden for many years and even plotted in secret?

“Is it related to that long night a thousand years ago? Or the threat from the stars?”

He further explained his question and did not skimp on sharing speculations.

From the known information, this was the most reasonable possibility Fu Qian could think of.

He did not believe that the concerns of the Prism of Radiant Transformation were from the warehouse.

Clearly, the latter was already riddled with holes and, for the Goddess of Sin and Punishment or the beings like Patch who were not in good condition, might still be the primary object of hatred or fear.

But for the Prism of Radiant Transformation, which had even been planting spy programs and sending the Administrators to automatic cremation, the stance should be completely different.

Even considering myself as an overly active Scavenger repeatedly spoiling things, the feeling of enmity seems relatively stronger.

Today’s action is the proof.

…

Regrettably, the question that Fu Qian raised with great anticipation, whether it was too profound or not, had even led the Ancient Superior Being to fall into silence.

Time ticked by, and still, there was no sound of the Prism of Radiant Transformation in my mind.

The rainbow-hued figure also stayed motionless.

The state of quietness made one easily doubt if it was prepared to just drag this out for three minutes.

In fact, we were indeed close to it; the final countdown had begun.

However, Fu Qian was still full of anticipation.

“The night and the nightmares… they’re all too long.”

Persistence pays off, in a listening atmosphere full of sincerity, Fu Qian finally heard that voice again, even seeming to detect a certain emotional investment, making it feel all the more real.

The only problem was that the answer from the Prism of Radiant Transformation seemed to have the common obscurity of great figures, with the true meaning requiring conjecture.

“But don’t worry, yours is longer.”

Unfortunately, Fu Qian no longer had the chance to guess.

With the Prism of Radiant Transformation’s supplemental explanation, a rainbow similar to the nightclub tactics previously used by the Indigo Witch, but evidently more revered, filled the cottage once again.

Fu Qian, who was caught in it, felt no weight but was well aware that he was like an insect in amber.

Clearly, the other party believed in his countdown and had no intention of allowing any chance to escape.

Different matters were kept distinct, and the reasoning was clear.

As for the final supplementary statement, it hinted that the fate awaiting me after my SAN Points dropped to zero was too bleak for imagination.

If it was even possible.

The next moment, Fu Qian’s consciousness locked onto his left eye.

…

A well-prepared Superior Being is terrifying.

All along the way, one could say that every possible path to survival had been systematically blocked.

The world itself was twisted and misaligned, utterly eliminating the possibility of fulfilling the task.

The other’s gaze was omnipresent, victory seemed predetermined, and all my efforts only differentiated the degree to which this Superior Being won.

The only problem was, the same applied to me—the effort so far also impacted the manner of victory.

Eye Within the Eye.

It cannot be used to observe any other existences, nor can it be observed by any other existences.

This reward, which closely resembles a plagiarism of the Pure White Angel Authority, embodies the essence of “ignorance.” Due to its special nature, it is like a truly hidden card.

The effect is to abandon thought and enter into a destiny stupor that even Divine Beings cannot interfere with, which seems to be quite suitable to use here.

The only issue, since it can be used only once, is that those obscure introductions prevent me from fully confirming its effects—

Is the stupor referring to the state I was in after digging out my eyeball at that time? This is not difficult to understand.

“Cannot be interfered with by Divine Beings,” does it mean that no Superior Being can meddle with my sleepwalking?

That challenges the imagination a bit—after all, the cage I’m in right now, it’s hard to imagine it will simply vanish at that time.

And even if an Ancient Superior Being were to lock on with full force, my presence would still become untraceable forever?

This is even harder to imagine; it seems overly optimistic.

Fortunately, I don’t need this optimism.

The key to Eye Within the Eye lies only in “abandoning thought.”

The purpose of Prism of Radiant Transformation in designing all this is very clear—to annihilate my will.

But what if there is no will anymore?

Fu Qian simply doesn’t care whether his body will become indestructible or be crushed to remnants after it’s activated.

Death has always been an opportunity to escape.

The warehouse may not be able to incorporate a successful history into the future, but what if the worker dies?

Whichever way I think about it, it seems to be in a different category.

Even if the Prism of Radiant Transformation suppresses emotions and protects meticulously, not letting a single hair fall from me, it doesn’t matter.

There is another important node—the real-time moment when entering the task.

From the task of Greedy Worm Oath Taker Jiang En, we know that a task lasts at most until the real-time point of entry—if not successful by then, it would be directly deemed a failure.

Simply put, the historical segment captured by the warehouse has a finite length.

And this task begins the next evening.

That means, even if Prism of Radiant Transformation neither kills me nor risks exposure by guarding me continuously, there’s a high probability that I will still fail and exit after less than twenty hours.

This is also one of the reasons why I was very satisfied with the warehouse’s response to my arrangement at the time.

You might destroy a stupor’s flesh, but you cannot wake a stupor’s soul, even if you are Divine.

This is the most delightful point I’ve felt so far in this mission.

A series of thoughts are organized at the speed of light in Fu Qian’s consciousness.

And the Pseudo-Divine Being will end within ten seconds.

With just a blink, I would win this battle with a very high probability…

Fu Qian did not blink…

Because at the next moment, light disappeared from in front of his eyes.

…

[The current mission has been completed, containment of No. 3-1003 was successful]

It actually worked, now this is what I call Night Holy City.

In the sheer Darkness, listening to the prompt beside his ear, Fu Qian expressed his satisfaction with Night Holy City officially returning to its essence.

And under the vanishing yellow robe, his left thumb gently caressed a newly added ring.

The invisible cold metal band, like a slender chilled hand, holding on to me in the Darkness.

[Dark Moon Ring]

[From the foreign lands comes the Knight, granted the sole covenant ring; the Crusade has no end, but you are eternal by the side of the Dark Moon]

[Frostburn: Moonlight burns like frost, bestowing upon all Transcendents the cold facade]

[Deep Sleep of Time and Moon: The absolute darkness where no light can penetrate, is the best place for a farewell. Niel Glegorya grants you a chance, to share this solitude.

Upon activation, the cold, lightless night will descend. Under the Pontiff’s final sanctuary, his hurried Temple Knights can finally rest in deep sleep.]

The Witch is still silent, but the moment Dark Moon appeared just now, this ring was added, followed by the explanation that echoed.

The tone was mechanical and stiff, only when pronouncing the name Niel Glegorya did it sound familiarly lazy.