Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 2005: Chapter 2000: The Correct Way to Do a Weather Forecast

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Known as the current epitome of melee destruction, the Visceral Critical Strike from the Abandonment King delivered a blow to the entire ”world” at that moment.

”Reality” trembles, order collapses, everything around seems like a malfunctioning digestive system, unable to declare ”truth” as it once did because the food is too indigestible.

So I cannot turn for you.

Letting that sword pierce through his body again from behind, Fu Qian didn’t even glance back, repeating the exact same action, delivering another Visceral Critical Strike.

”I’ve learned my lesson.”

This time the visual effect was even more shocking.

Breakage, disintegration, withering...everything in sight began to be destroyed under the evil claws of the Evil God.

Perfection defiled, truth polluted, everything returned to chaos.

Even the mycelium that blotted out the sky above was rapidly losing its vitality, turning into tiny fragments and falling like snowflakes.

It was like ashes of the world, or like scattered white snow—just like it said it would snow.

Fu Qian didn’t deliver a third strike; he finally stood up and admired the magnificent scene, thrust his sword backward.

On the third stab, he also pierced through the attacker’s body.

There was no need to deliver a third strike.

Finally turning around, he casually snapped the long sword that had slashed at him into two, nodding slightly in greeting.

Indeed, by the third attack from the ”Sword God,” it was too weak to even pierce his body.

The terrifying destruction combined with the constant devastation from the four halos caused the supporting power to rapidly enter an irreversible demise.

”How should I address you?”

The only regret was that, as expected, many of the old transcendents lacked a spirit of communication.

Even when destroyed once again by the long river of time, the long-awaited ”Fungus Emperor” didn’t say a word till the end.

The Sword God stood there dazed until he decayed with heaven and earth.

”Consider it as practicing Unity of Heaven and Man.”

With a light sigh, facing the grey and white falling, revealing the winter at the Academy, Fu Qian still attempted to explore the last gleam of the sword dao superior being.

And canceled the mythical form and all halos.

...

Returned, yet not returned.

In front of him was the modern building of the Heaven’s Commencement Institute, devoid of any artistic spirit, even the sky was once again cloudless.

Yet it still wasn’t the real Academy, but another temporary file.

Not untouchable, the ”Jade Soul Master” hadn’t exaggerated to that extent; the world of mycelium had indeed returned to the true Academy before the cancellation of the mythical form.

The reason for the cancellation was also simple. With just a glance, Fu Qian confirmed his previous judgment—behind the bulletproof glass, the ”Jade Soul Master” indeed wasn’t there.

To touch him, one would have to traverse a rather unique path.

Unique enough that even the Abandonment King would probably need to exert quite a bit of effort.

Indeed, knowing how to fully utilize one’s advantages once again let people feel the resolve of a life-and-death struggle.

After quickly making a new judgment, Fu Qian ultimately decided not to hastily waste the precious time in mythical form.

And as facts proved, banishing this technique, the ”Jade Soul Master” used it effortlessly.

Almost as soon as he returned to the second phase, Fu Qian found himself isolated behind the glass once more.

But everything has to be thought of in a positive light—at least his hand returned, didn’t it?

Fu Qian inserted the sword missing one-third back into the void, looking down and examining himself.

While knowing the opponent couldn’t break the defense in the end, stabbing with that sword was not an act of venting anger.

That was almost a fusion of double superior beings, though unstable, was still a great source of blood pack, not to be easily missed.

The last sword thrust out in the state of Abandonment King almost replenished the previous damage completely.

Apart from the hand that was vaporized being thoroughly restored, almost no open wounds were visible on his body anymore.

This was despite the limited activation effect of the sword missing one-third, as only damage caused through it would turn into healing.

Otherwise, just the two Visceral Critical Strikes would probably suffice to cause a nosebleed.

The only shortcoming, the model previously made at the Divine Ashes Institute got damaged again.

But what does that matter, don’t forget there’s still the guarantee from the Red Moon.

Abandoning modesty, Fu Qian directly summoned the full set of Embrace Armor.

Considering public decency, the whole process was intentionally done under the state of Blood Conquest until the body was completely covered before revealing it.

”I must say, adding a bit of embellishment, the effect is quite good.”

Wearing an extravagant getup heading to the Heaven’s Commencement Institute, Fu Qian didn’t forget to praise himself.

As for the mentioned embellishment effect, it was quite simple. On the surface of the dark silver armor, strands of shimmering imprints were vaguely visible under the sunlight, like entwined and winding mycelium.

At least as the ”Jade Soul Master”’s primary henchman, even if it’s essentially an echo within the temporary file, it’s not easy to thoroughly erase.

There was a reason the opponent didn’t make a last-ditch effort; apparently, some strength was saved, leaving behind a trace.

Since there was nearly no obvious negative effect temporarily and dealing with it would take effort, Fu Qian didn’t hurry to handle it.

As the dignified temporary leader of Heaven’s Commencement, bearing burdens is already routine, so why fear one more?

Thud, thud, thud!

In his musings, Fu Qian had already knocked on the door before him.

Through the lens of the Abandonment King, it was confirmed that Emperor Luo Bu was indeed secluded in the laboratory.

...

”Professor Fu... what is this about?”

Clearly caught off guard by the temporary leader’s visit, when Fu Qian put away his helmet, Luo Bu was visibly surprised.

”Please come in, at first I thought it was President Cass.”

And while warmly inviting, it was fully evident that the impression left by the bona fide leader was not entirely serious.

”I wanted to check the progress of your previous project.”

Fu Qian, not standing on ceremony, expressed his purpose directly as he approached the lab table he had seen once before.

”Ah... Could it be I’ve been polluted again?”

Upon hearing this, Luo Bu was startled again, clearly recalling the previous night watchbuilding experience.

”You’re fine.”

Fu Qian casually reassured.

It wasn’t a lie out of goodwill, the moment he saw him, Fu Qian confirmed that Professor Luo Bu was in great condition, having nothing to do with the fungus, even cleaner than himself.

Including the lab table in front, compared to the initial setup, it obviously had an additional layer of prohibition, the path of the worm nurtured by divine flesh was obscured, rendering it non-polluting.

Hence, the speculation about the ”Jade Soul Master” and the criteria for becoming a superior being seem rather low... just a tiny anchor point is needed?

Looking at the snow-white mushroom caps, huddled together under the cover, Fu Qian silently arrived at a conclusion.