Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 2091: Chapter 2086: Return to Anle

Three in one? A face represents a Divine Position?

The previous saying about Three-phase Power, did it really come true?

There’s not enough evidence to judge, but if it really is like this, that entity we dealt with inside Long Night, should be considered one of the most tragic, right?

Or perhaps we should call it those three.

Quickly arriving at a bold guess, Fu Qian sighed with admiration, even deducing a more shocking question—if such a thing truly exists, then what about the three paths to divinity that correspond to those three faces?

From low to high, are they innate combined professions? Or like a braided strand with high freedom, swapping randomly?

It feels like a mess in a pot, definitely needing to witness it if given the chance.

Not wishing casually, one of Fu Qian’s good habits is enjoying asking why, and another is attempting to answer it himself first after asking—this suspected ”New God” who used a thunderstorm against him.

I’ve previously guessed that he and the ”Three-phase God” likely have a consistent power attribute.

And believing players of this level, even internally among the Night Watchmen, aren’t too many, it shouldn’t be hard to find them.

Of course, precisely because of this suspected shared source of power, the task’s full output not only severely hit the Three-phase God but also likely made that entity go for a drink, probably feeling a bit complex right now.

Ha, this is the consequence of opposing me, the Abandonment King.

Pondering his own misdeeds, Fu Qian had no embarrassment, proudly checking his recovery situation—still lacking a bit, venturing out like this would easily frighten people.

He nodded slightly; a textured sleeve extended from the torn coat, covering the broken hand completely.

Though indifferent to his image, public consciousness should still be maintained.

There are so many criminals nowadays, he personally had to chase one off the plane upon boarding, seeing such a horrifying scene might cause chaos among other passengers.

He adjusted his appearance, put down the Slaughter Talisman, and then wore the Spine Lock just given by the Pontiff, finally heading to the shelves area to check box 3-339.

As expected, it contained a souvenir identical to one from a roadside shop in Lan Fyla.

After briefly playing with it and confirming no extra information, Fu Qian put it back and donned the Emissary’s Mask.

Returning to the vehicle, everything remained quiet, most passengers were resting with their eyes closed.

Tired from travel, no surprise there, it even made it less likely he’d scare anyone.

He nodded slightly, withdrew his gaze from the night, and joined the resting crowd.

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This should be it.

After handling a little business spontaneously, the latter half of the journey was uneventful, shockingly on time.

Even so, by the time he delved into this once-wild land, dawn was already breaking.

Of course, due to the unremarkable nature of this place, Miss Liushuang herself had no concept of the previous minor incident—no worries, I have the concept, that’s enough.

Among the shadows of the dense forest, Fu Qian looked at the fallen corner of the Stone Tower ahead, indicating everything was under control.

After all, they were a group of students, how much danger could they really incur?

With just a slight survey, it was already a nostalgic revisit.

Regrettably, though not separated by too much time, the scenery remained unchanged while people changed.

In the next moment, standing at the edge of ruins, Fu Qian surveyed the chaotic pile of vestiges.

Recalling his last visit, he was merely a marginal student at the Academy, now holding multiple research outcomes, a leading academic figure.

Still, youthful vigor is hard to forget; since no one’s around, why not—

Blinking, his features swiftly adjusted, soon Fu Qian resumed his original appearance.

Even his torn clothes were left unadorned, openly displayed.

With this return-to-self operation, Fu Qian finally took a step forward, embarking on a once-trodden path of no return.

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Speaking of nothing else, the task summary at that time, the warehouse’s description of this place was indeed accurate.

Some things require no malice; their existence alone is dangerous.

Such an entity, no matter where it exists, stands like a deep well in the grass.

Singing a song while eating hotpot, carelessly leads to no return path—indeed no future road.

Before him, the chaos remains viscerally repellent; amid the piled stones and ruins, mist lingers, hard to find a path forward.

Fu Qian wasn’t in a hurry to walk, instead turned to touch—familiar texture, invisible barriers already set in place.

Here, it’s crucial to mention the dual nature of things.

Previously after completing each task, the warehouse helped to handle personal issues, considered generous public-funded healthcare.

But if it always remains as underwhelming as now, theoretically by the last task’s end, an understanding with this place was achieved, permitting free entry and exit.

Now, he seems to need another visit to Feng Yunhong’s secret base.

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Indeed, Fu Qian didn’t rush to forcefully break through.

Not thinking a Rule-level uncrossable barrier is truly impassable—indeed, there are many methods.

According to the ambergris theory derived and verified at the time, maintaining real Ranking ought not to cause obstruction, instead induces a reflex to ”invite” him out.

Correct, not just the features, Fu Qian even utilized the recently acquired Rank Transformation Technique, directly adjusting himself below High Tier, roughly at Li Weixuan’s level back then.

Why do this?

Simple, because the latter has personally proven, this degree won’t face rejection here.

Going higher might demand extra effort to traverse.

Revisiting old sites unpleasantly unwelcoming would definitely affect mood.

Moreover, an actual Ranking that even the warehouse frets over, forcibly joining might easily disrupt this place’s ecology.

To Fu Qian, though the last task was complete, this place has many aspects worthy of another look.

Angel of Comfort, those previously encountered with similar names, each was uniquely skilled.

And those four counter-clockwise rotating hands, the first emblem resembling a Superior Being’s mark.

That’s why the immediate thought earlier was to attempt feeding the Spine Lock.

Combining task context, this place very much resembles relic remains related to superior powers.

Compared to the pile of stones within, it possesses a noticeable ”biological” side.

Though the actual creatures within appear unfriendly.

With ease, Fu Qian skipped over a toppled stone pillar, just dodging a bunch of black spikes, a scene reminiscent of past occurrences.