Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 2100: Chapter 2095: Other Shore

Truly impolite.

At a moment typically reserved for the final act of the drama, Fu Qian’s words and actions epitomized a stubborn refusal to repent.

The audience views his death as too lenient, let alone those involved.

Especially the protagonist of this revenge drama, whose mental state is already quite intense.

”Haha, well said.”

The heavy successive thundering, more things crashing to the ground, and amidst this intense upheaval, Zhao Ran’s laughter soon resumed.

”But perhaps you don’t know, I despise self-righteous suggestions most, so I’ve decided to sacrifice a bit of fun and not satisfy your curiosity.”

And in the next moment, his tone shifted, showcasing a genuine rebellious mindset, stubbornly refusing to heed Fu Qian’s advice, leaving him enlightened in death.

”No, you will.”

Unfortunately, for a professional oppressor, such emotions are commonplace.

Fu Qian didn’t hesitate for a second and commented directly.

”Interesting... seeking a shred of dignity in this manner?”

Despite the usual futility of such refutations, Zhao Ran hesitated momentarily before having a peculiar reaction.

To describe it, it was as if he realized the ”real intention” behind the other’s words.

As said, everyone has limitations, especially in unstable mental states.

Faced with such erratic behavior, Fu Qian couldn’t be bothered with managing expressions.

Once someone enters a mille-feuille state, no matter what you express, they can successfully interpret it.

Zhao Ran’s words were straightforward, he didn’t genuinely want to know his secret earlier; he was merely using that approach to taunt him into silence, striving to die with a bit more dignity.

The complexity and subtlety of human hearts, nothing else compares.

As for why he isn’t worried about deeper introspection, about being induced into disclosure?

Because it’s unnecessary, behavioral patterns are extremely predictable.

With his temperament and scope, once he gains an advantage, there’s no way he’d refrain from utterly humiliating his opponent.

No matter the erratic jumps, ultimately he settles on maximizing provocation, revealing everything except the core methods, which is a highly probable outcome.

This is why he previously candidly stated that everything was his plan, instead of gently coaxing more information.

People are different; for old acquaintances before him, heightened provocation only yields greater returns.

”Other Shore.”

Indeed, after some difficult deliberation, at one moment the counterpart coldly uttered a word.

...

”Very unfamiliar? Trust me, it’s a name you’d never know if I didn’t tell you.”

Without needing deep contemplation from Fu Qian, Zhao Ran disdainfully continued to explain.

”It’s a noble name that only true blessings can comprehend, otherwise even if you’re amidst it, you’re eternally unaware.”

A bit abstract, but not difficult for academic leaders to understand.

The Furnace’s true name is Other Shore?

Thought the previous designation was abstract enough, but the reality is even more metaphysical.

Although, in light of the ”Angel of Comfort” designation, it’s still somewhat fitting.

And the all-in and no-out nature, where all traces of existence vanish...

Remarkable, this name alone is worth the ticket.

Not to mention delving into the origins of this name further.

The core purpose of this trip was attempting to treat this place as an invisible ”corpse,” similar to Xi Yuan’s tree.

Only through thorough integration with this place can one know the ”noble name,” Zhao Ran’s interpretation isn’t necessarily unreasonable.

Combining it — is it truly the true name of the deceased Superior Being?

Although the name closely resembles the style of places like Abyssal Heaven, its emergence here seems too random, and its power level isn’t overly exaggerated.

It’s hard to imagine if it were truly so, the Prism of Radiant Transformation would leave it here to waste.

So comparatively, it indeed seems more like a worthless, entirely internally sealed Divine Being’s corpse.

”Thank you for sharing, hadn’t learned this before, although it’s not my first time seated here.”

Feeling richly rewarded, Fu Qian once again expressed gratitude, even candidly admitting prior sitting experience.

”Don’t try to trick me, as I said earlier, you’ll never know how to truly obtain blessings... besides you think I can’t tell your previous departure is related to this seat? Regretfully there’s no chance this time.”

Alas, entrenched biases prevail like mountains, Zhao Ran instantly misinterpreted Fu Qian’s honesty as indirect hinting.

Meanwhile, with the church’s internal space now less than a third of its original size, finally, some falling items began touching the stone seat.

Click, click—

Amidst crisp cracking sounds, the latter didn’t exhibit extraordinary strength, quickly forming fissures.

Accompanying it, a milky white paste began seeping out.

Odorless, but visually reminiscent of melted fat, swiftly enveloping Fu Qian seated above.

Interesting.

In the blink of an eye, his lower body was already entirely covered, resembling Mr. Feng Sr. upon initial encounter.

While Fu Qian remained still, he didn’t miss observing deeper changes beneath surface appearances — he was being torn.

Under this stuff’s wrapping, refining power previously only appearing on the dead was inexorably affecting him.

Limbs, eyes, blood, each structure forcibly tugged apart.

And the power was so exalted, even the Fourth Phase pinnacle had no resistance...

Demigods are outmatched...

Pseudo-Gods are outmatched...

The Abandonment King can do it.

Smoothly adjusting his ranking, ensuring the maximum observation of the swallowing process, at one moment the already fragmented stone seat’s fissures exploded, barely maintaining shape.

”What... exactly are you?”

Such transformation undoubtedly terrified onlookers, following with a cold smile to climb rankings alongside Assassin Brother, but couldn’t sustain past Demigod level.

Yet evidently aided by his integration with ”Other Shore,” he still adeptly managed changes in Fu Qian, leading to a certain vocalization filled with fear and resentment.

”Difficult to explain, in short, I’m not here to join this family but to extract all six wallets.”

Fu Qian remained sincere, nonchalantly producing a pouch from which he spilled a white-to-red bone chain, casually tossing it down.

Almost instantly, cracks spread from the seat to the surroundings, engulfing Assassin Brother’s figure.