Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 1789: Chapter 1784: The Meaning of Faith

”Are you sure?”

Fu Qian’s claim clearly brought quite a shock.

Staring at him for a while, Yuan Shan finally opened her mouth, expressing surprise at his confident tone.

”That kind of little star falling from the sky, one shot should be enough to put you in near-death.”

Yet Fu Qian was even more composed, even using her as a unit of measurement for clearer understanding.

This was by no means exaggerated.

As a bystander who witnessed the entire process, although not directly hit, some general judgments could still be made.

It’s obvious that the Destiny Meteor falling from the sky, although its activation conditions are quite stringent, its ultimate power still lives up to the consumed survival instinct.

Perhaps it wouldn’t destroy heaven and earth, but judging from my cooperative experience with Chief Yuan, she would undoubtedly find it quite burdensome.

Of course, since it’s named Destiny Meteor, perhaps the power might automatically adjust based on the target to adapt.

If aimed at Chief Yuan, perhaps the effect wouldn’t be so exaggerated.

But this doesn’t affect the point; such a somewhat loose description is merely to help her understand what kind of torment the poor Prison Angel Commander suffered.

”And the report mentions dozens of shots... I understand, so those feathers are remnants of a Death Second Rank?”

Yuan Shan evidently always agreed with Fu Qian’s judgment.

But recalling the sacred figure with wings on its back, she couldn’t help feeling a strange and lamentable sensation.

The bizarre act of eating seventeen fish, and the helpless concealment... As it turns out, just a few days later, that mysterious entity facing her despair utterly perished alone.

In this unpredictable world, I cannot help but marvel again, is my counselor a bit too powerful?

Don’t forget that exaggerated meteor shower, albeit mostly self-inflicted by the opposite party, both initiator and additional pusher were the bookstore owner before us.

”You could assume that, but it doesn’t seem particularly special.”

Endorsing Yuan Shan’s judgment, Fu Qian opened his clothes while speaking, pulling out a grayish-white feather from the inside pocket and handed it over.

”This is...”

Yuan Shan was somewhat stunned again, but still instinctively accepted it and confirmed there was indeed no Extraordinary Power on it.

...

Yes, what Chief Yuan held was the genuine remnants of the Prison Angel Commander.

The feather taken from Professor Ah Kai, plus the one floating down from the sky, Fu Qian collected two pieces in total, casually taking one over on the trip back to Shangjing.

The reason they lacked Extraordinary nature but didn’t dissipate when bypassing the warehouse is simple; Fu Qian had stuffed it into his clothing before removing his mask.

Non-Extraordinary items indeed don’t withstand the warehouse’s purge, but those categorized as part of the Administrator are another matter.

If not for this, wouldn’t that mean being bare every time going to work?

Overall, this method successfully brought the feather over, giving Chief Yuan a more intuitive sensation.

As for the vest crisis it brought, Chief Yuan would become more convinced of the relationship between the bookstore owner and Professor Fu at Heaven’s Commencement Institute, even exposing her space-crossing abilities?

It was mentioned earlier; after Yuan Shan took on the mission to investigate the traitor, she was already truly tied together with this counselor in the same boat.

Even in an autumn status, possibly dropping dead at any time.

Given such a cooperative object, Fu Qian believes being candid wouldn’t hurt.

Just like then, unreservedly revealing to the other the truth of the dystopian fear.

Whew—

And it seemed after the initial shock, Chief Yuan clearly had received this sincerity.

Letting out a long breath, she hesitated before finally retracting her gaze and repeatedly scrutinizing the feather in her hand.

”Indeed very ordinary, do you have any notion about this item?”

...

”Possibly related to an ancient Angel belief, some traces appeared in the Wasteland once.”

Simultaneously perceiving trust, Yuan Shan didn’t rush to reveal the vest problem, nor did Fu Qian find it boring enough to self-destruct, instead, directly shared the information previously provided to Li Weixuan.

With even richer details, such as the giant mirror, explorations once made by Siren, etc.

”Angel...it does indeed somewhat match that image.”

”Additionally, I have never seen this emblem, but Night Watchman indeed deliberately avoids some ancient belief revivals and has persistently done so for quite some time.”

Gazing at the emblem casually drawn by Fu Qian, Yuan Shan shakes her head, indicating unfamiliarity, yet readily admits Night Watchman’s stance on belief.

”From the arrangements in Night Holy City, I believe you can discern something too, but as to why doing this specifically, even Night Watchman internally is vague, merely stating it would nourish evil.”

”I asked my teacher about this issue, his explanation is akin to ’that one’.”

Gesturing at the sky, Yuan Shan still tries to avoid saying the Prism of Radiant Transformation name directly.

”Summoning certain names that once existed might bear special Extraordinary significance, yet whether it truly strengthens or revives some Superior Beings, my teacher isn’t so sure.”

”Because according to his feelings, the power polluting him hasn’t lost followers over the years, yet hasn’t diminished either.”

This is the benefit of treating others with sincerity; evidently considering Professor Fu as staunch ally, Yuan Shan revealed much confidential information in one breath, proving many previous conjectures.

The only pity is that this pair of master and disciple didn’t seem to know much either.

The arrangements on Night Holy City’s side, needless to say, are those numerous faith buildings.

Sure enough, one side obscures the mythical tales to make fact and fiction indistinguishable for maximum obscuration of some genuinely existed names, while the other guides new beliefs, monopolizing human resources.

Even the Female Swordsman Veil mentioned in the theater, the industrial civilization represented by the steam engine helps people escape backward lives...

Quite a bit of a comprehensive interconnected plan’s vibe.

For a moment, Fu Qian listened intently.

Yet as Yuan Shan mentioned, there’s a fundamental issue here: if Old Master Henry’s words were true, a Deity without followers is fine both in strength and mind, then what’s the significance of belief for Superior Beings?

Previously, voluntary escape attempts by Greedy Worms made some struggling Ancient Supremes understandable.

But what about the Mythic Era?

Superior Beings weren’t confined then, so why gather so many followers?

”So do you still think...it relates to Needle Witch?”

Silently contemplating, Chief Yuan couldn’t help but utter her true inner conflict.