Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 1542: Chapter 1537: Human Pillar (46)

Despite carrying out his actions without hesitation, Fu Qian never stopped pondering one question: Why does the warehouse still need him to painstakingly upgrade?

After all, it’s just a matter of killing. Lock onto the target, send in your complete form directly, and perform a wide-scale clearance—wouldn’t that be simpler?

Why complicate the mission type he loves the most?

Now, the answer seems to have been found—the carrying capacity of this place is limited.

Beings of too high a ranking appearing directly would be repelled.

Although he is currently only at the Second Phase, Fu Qian can already feel that he is treading on some sort of critical line.

At this moment, he feels like a high-power appliance being used to its limit, where a slight misstep might disconnect him.

This might also explain why Luyi, who seems to have divine forces supporting him, goes through so much trouble to invite guests.

Even if the stature of three demigods is high, how could they compare to the will of the Divine Beings?

If the higher the ranking, the greater the contribution to the consensus, then just let the existence behind him brainstorm a little bit, and wouldn’t Little Benjamin become the Face of the Divine Human?

The restriction should apply equally to all.

Even if there truly is a high-ranking existence behind him, it cannot directly descend here to participate in the consensus.

Merely seeping in a bit of authority, like the ubiquitous Order of Blood, is likely operating at the power limit.

In essence, actions as absolutely over-the-top as the Abandonment King’s are absolutely forbidden.

And the notion of continual self-improvement that comes from Luyi is clearly another trap.

Don’t even mention the anchors, viewers, or the story—continuing to upgrade is obviously no longer enough.

Even if it were enough and he really went through with it, the most likely outcome would be immediate emergence followed by mission failure.

Brother Luyi, who is fighting on his home turf, doesn’t disappoint; he has insured himself well, with multiple layers of insurance.

A cultural victory is not feasible, and physical annihilation is directly immune.

”Indeed, one can never stop improving oneself, right, Director Li?”

With admiration, Fu Qian consults Mr. Li Sr., who is watching beside him.

...

”Very clever, but isn’t it a little late?”

Suddenly, Fu Qian attempts to converse with the only remaining audience, and though Luyi is surprised, he appreciates this display of flexibility.

”Of course, showing respect for the elderly and venerable is the right thing to do, but shouldn’t you consider what you’ve done before?”

The implication is simple: In front of everyone, you executed Ji Ning, who was obviously very close, and now you’re trying to mend the relationship and continue promoting your story?

As for the further implications, it’s equally clear to Fu Qian—earlier, by focusing on the route of physical annihilation, you practically abandoned the story, and now you’re imprudently dreaming of continuing towards a cultural victory?

”A curse that points directly to the essence?”

Unfortunately, it seems Luyi’s judgment is correct.

Though expressionless, Mr. Li Sr. finally speaks, ignoring the self-improvement topic and directly redirecting the conversation back to Ji Ning’s desperate warning.

”Yes, you could understand it as authority from the Tyrant.”

Fu Qian isn’t displeased with this reaction and even provides a straightforward explanation.

The crucial thing Ji Ning tried desperately to convey naturally originated from the Calamity Authority of the Abandonment King.

This is also why her body was so vulnerable to the Air Bullet.

This unreasonable intensification of damage is more easily understood by those at the High-level Extraordinary stage, in grasping the fear within it.

Thus, its initial purpose, aside from increasing efficiency, was mainly to help Lady Ji Ning recognize her true self.

The fact proves very effective; she even passed the information on to Mr. Li Sr.

”The Tyrant...”

This title was mentioned earlier during their exchange about the ring, and it seems Mr. Li Sr.’s memory in this regard is still sharp.

The evidence is nearly muttering to himself, and the silver sword he holds disassembles into countless chaotic fragments, similar to the previous golden long halberd, slowly falling away.

However, compared to the previous, the silver doesn’t completely turn into falling fragments but retains slight curling traces, barely outlining its former shape.

”I have witnessed countless unspeakable things, flesh metamorphosing and sublimating in the carving of the Transcendent, humanity collapsing into a firework in the night...”

At the same time, Mr. Li Sr.’s voice continues, devoid of any emotion.

”All of this did not make me ashamed of my insignificance, but rather made me cherish some less noble things, even adhere to incorrect pursuits...”

”Now I’m not as worried about them, and likewise, I no longer care about your true intentions either.”

With the last word said, he casually swings the shattered long sword forth.

Without brilliant radiance or sharp sword aura, at that instant, distance and existence format seems to lose meaning.

In the bizarre, teeth-aching sound, the massive structure beneath, looking like relics and as if a dismembered torso, is directly cleaved in two.

And in an even weirder sound, not only one severed piece of flesh abruptly falls to the ground from the air.

Under this fractured corrosive blade, the previously undetectable Tree Infants were inexplicably slain directly.

And now, this hazy outline pointed toward this direction.

Accompanied by it was even Luyi’s laughter.

...

Truly, an unreasonable Sword Cultivator, indeed; this move of upgrading in battle is expertly executed.

At that moment, Fu Qian couldn’t conceal his admiration internally.

This scenario isn’t too hard to understand—Mr. Li Sr. upgraded.

Indeed, as Luyi said, this one’s level is far beyond that of an ordinary demigod.

Plus, given the essence here that mind triumphs matter, the constant stimulation actually pushed him across a bottleneck all at once.

Simultaneously, Mr. Li Sr. evidently doesn’t intend to further converse with him and only wants to chop down the masterminds one after another.

Sir Luyi’s cheerful laughter suffices to confirm he also acknowledges this point.

”Unfortunately, it seems Director Li has no interest in hearing either of our stories anymore.”

While Fu Qian closely examines the sword before him, Luyi’s voice resurfaces once more.

”To be honest, no matter who of the two falls first, I believe this story will reach its conclusion... as well as my own.”

Blood splattered.

Luyi remained calm and determined, seizing every opportunity to strive for cultural victory, while Fu Qian’s left flank had been directly impaled.

It turns out, Mr. Li Sr. truly disregarded anyone’s speech, striking directly and nearby at that moment.

However, the pseudo-god level strength of flesh still couldn’t withstand that casual sword.

Admittedly, the price Mr. Li Sr. paid was being sent flying by a retaliatory punch, with his sword-holding hand blood turned into mush.

Yet, he switched his arm, striking the second blow mid-air, tearing Fu Qian’s red-blue robe completely, while his body was also hit by a clear light descending from above.

The slight but uncontrollable slowness imposed on him effectively caused him to take another blow.

And then, the third, the fourth...

”Interesting power, though it’s really not in your style...”

As Fu Qian suddenly transformed into a Moonfire Warrior, moving like a phantom while continually guiding attacks against Li He’s body, Luyi naturally assumed the role of commentator.

However, it’s evident that while somewhat biased, he genuinely doesn’t understand Fu Qian’s strategy.

Even though each strike accumulated sluggishness, for a Newly Advanced Second Order, the effect wasn’t as evident—at a certain moment, Li He’s movement speed reduced directly to zero.

His once-wooden face forcibly revealed a trace of bewilderment, as if witnessing something incredible.

Could it really be an ancient God... so is that face?

Slowly lifting his head, Li He gazed towards where Fu Qian stood.

Ahem, you really know nothing about cultural victory!

This seat can narrate without being heard, but what about the Progenitor of the Blood Clan explaining in person?

And that face, gripping the soul, whose backstory sounded like lies before, merely let out a cold snort looking at Luyi.