Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 2676: Chapter 2671: 1-330

Indeed...a divine healer.

In the silent warehouse, at a certain moment, Fu Qian stroked the ribbon in his hand, giving a considerable endorsement for the efficacy of ”being far from pain.”

Yes, the first treatment session had ended, totaling 59 seconds.

And at this moment, he felt ”no change.”

Indeed, Fu Qian was very certain his situation was stable, no different from before putting it on.

So why exclaim divine healer?

Very simple, just like why skip the feelings of those 59 seconds and directly reach post-treatment— the therapeutic effect only manifests at the moment of application, truly curing the illness the moment the medicine is applied, without disease.

And the feeling of the cure is truly beyond words.

It proves how crude ”being far from pain” is, even the legendary Four Great Emptiness is no better.

True eradication of pain never makes you unable to feel it, but rather erases the concept of pain itself.

The ribbon covering the eyes did not affect any vision; on the contrary, everything became clearer.

If you must describe it, it’s like lifting the cornea for the first time in your life, discarding lens and vitreous humor, directly letting the photoreceptor cells bathe in light.

In an instant, language lost its meaning; pain was merely a misleading description.

Even thought lost its meaning, seemingly reaching the legendary stage of ”thinking is wrong.”

So, is it using such a way that Lord Mourning God cannot face worldly suffering?

That feeling was so captivating that Fu Qian had to muster a bit of willpower to take the ribbon off.

And the first thing he thought of upon removal was that past King Slayer.

Worldly sufferings still enter my gaze, even clearer than others, yet there is no trace of pain in my heart...because there never was any pain.

If this is truly the case, then it is indeed marvelous.

The connection with the joyful presence of Lord of Father’s Amnion is not quite surprising.

Furthermore, that feeling easily evokes the memory of being in the arms of the doll nun Hilary when encountering Akons.

The language likewise becomes pale and weak, like sweeping aside distractions to reveal the True Self.

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Is this why Lord Mourning God played the role of ambusher in the battle against the Tyrant?

If always maintaining such perspective, it indeed suits the Insight into weak points, for delivering a fatal blow.

Even if it may seem to have no other effect, Fu Qian still gave high praise to this special reward.

As if previous cooperation now seems more reasonable.

Only speaking, Lord of Father’s Amnion’s sacrifice was not in vain purely on this ground.

Just unsure if anyone among the Night Watchmen can recognize this thing.

If there is better understanding of that mysterious triangle relationship—it seems, wait, it might not be just a triangle.

At a certain moment, Fu Qian recalled another old acquaintance, Lord Rainbow of Radiance.

If remembering correctly, the cat from His household had once said that during the Mythic Era, the Radiant Soul and Ancient Sun God’s authority intersected.

Therefore, theoretically there should be considerable ties with the Unbearable Wheel.

So at least four members of the circle of Superior Beings? That’s rather intimidating.

Wrapping the embroidered gold ribbon around his fingertip, Fu Qian seemed to once again feel the weight of history.

Of course, as always, things should be considered optimistically.

If he walked through the worldly society with such an item later on, would it possibly stir up some turmoil?

At that point, the importance of appearance comes into play—as astonishing collections are now plenty, but Fu Qian quickly decided to make the ”Eldest Son’s Perspective” his usual ensemble.

[Today’s task is completed, now may leave the warehouse, weekly work progress 2/4]

At this moment, the warehouse’s warm reminder timely arrived, indicating the day’s work was officially complete.

Overall, the losses are not big; Fu Qian lowered his gaze to his body.

The benefit of entering a task with ordinary physique is regardless of how the body is tossed about inside, the feedback to the main body outside is nearly negligible.

Not to mention this time the warehouse specifically provided clothing, which is undamaged.

Yet before truly leaving, Fu Qian expressed he was still interested in figuring something out.

That being why this collection was named Clockwork Xi’er.

Standing up, Fu Qian leapt lightly, landing deep within the shelves.

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This is it.

It proves relatively humble for Lord of Father’s Amnion, without the game of hide-and-seek seen with Rainbow of Radiance counterparts.

Fu Qian easily found a numbered box 1-330; its size not overly imposing, overall fairly modest.

Upon casually retrieving and opening, the contents inside immediately came into view—there truly is a clockwork?

The contents of the box itself were not startling.

A burgundy velvet gown, high neck wrapped around the throat, was that of a small yet exquisite doll.

An overly lavish attire immediately portrayed an extraordinary identity, not suitable for daily wear.

This was a bridal gown.

Though this bride held her face, she did not seem terribly happy.

Most prominently was her back center, a classic wind-up key.

Click, click...

Fu Qian held the doll in his hand and attempted to twist.

Oooh—

When his hand released, a low trembling sob unexpectedly emitted from the doll.

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Does it even produce sound?

The unexpected noise was somewhat surprising.

Surprised at the doll’s intricacy while Fu Qian quickly realized it was not just the sound.

Despite the ”bride”’s unaltered appearance, still face-covering weeping; beyond the individual fingers, two eyes beneath could be seen moving.

The atmosphere suddenly became eerie.

And if this wasn’t peculiar enough, there’s more strange—

The eyes neither spinning clockwise nor counterclockwise, but rotating planet-like within their sockets towards the bridge of the nose.

Consequently, during this process, the green iris undergoes near lunar-phase cycles, constantly changing shapes.

What could this express—that meaning might be very simple.

The scene increasingly bizarre, yet watching those spinning eyes Fu Qian easily guessed immediately.

Indeed, why cry, and why the clockwork drives such rotation...

If necessary, he could attempt giving the doll a possible name—Executioner.