Facing an Ancient God for a Year
Chapter 1192 - 1190: The Kind Mother and the Rebellious Son

Chapter 1192: Chapter 1190: The Kind Mother and the Rebellious Son

The moment I nearly crossed the boundary, the thorn gate behind me closed shut, and the Clear Dream Ring dissipated along with it.

It was apparent that the Red Moon had no desire whatsoever to maintain any connection with that place.

Fu Qian naturally had no objections to this.

With such a commotion just now, if the traps were indeed set by the Night Watchman, a response would surely come swiftly and efficiently.

After all, once the trap is sprung, they’d want to come collect their prey immediately to prevent its escape.

Now, they’ll probably need to brainstorm thoroughly about what exactly happened in between.

All things considered, it was a great success.

Fu Qian didn’t rush to inspect his spoils of war. Instead, he tossed aside the egg in his hand and immediately reverted from his Mythical Form while activating the Return Edict.

Given the efficiency of the whole process, the transformation into a Pseudo-Divine Being was still not over, but at this very moment, his appearance was undoubtedly quite pitiful.

Such direct immersion in a toxic pool was akin to subjecting his entire body to the condition his legs were in during his first exploration.

Even with the protection of the Mythical Form, his appearance was already similar to those corrupt phoenixes, with hardly any flesh left on his face.

And in the end, to dodge that ambush by a special insect, his upper body took a hit from a rotting beam, losing a large piece of his left ribs.

The next moment, Fu Qian reached out and pulled a trespassing insect from the few remaining strands.

Brought into a foreign environment so suddenly, the latter was clearly uneasy, contracting its body, no longer as lively as before.

Yet even so, its sharp, thin mouth still couldn’t completely conceal the soft teeth within.

"Welcome to—"

Fu Qian didn’t rush to dispose of the bug. Instead, with a grin distorting his torn cheek muscles, he gestured a gruesome welcome.

Regrettably, the greeting was not even finished when the bug disintegrated into tiny bits in his hand, as if sliced by countless blades.

Fu Qian felt the same about his body.

Flesh, blood, and skin seemed to be caught in a sword storm, thoroughly butchered as if by a skilled chef.

Given the deep level of contamination, he promptly lost over half his body weight, not needing to mention how refreshingly painful it was.

Of course, the effects were clear to see. The previously stagnant situation was instantly broken, and the contamination fiercely resisting the Return Edict melted rapidly like thin snow under the blazing Sun.

A job that was expected to take at least several hours was completed in half a minute.

"Thank you."

And as soon as he regained the ability to speak, Fu Qian sincerely expressed his gratitude immediately.

Without a doubt, from exterminating the insect to scraping the bones, all these actions came from the Red Moon.

It didn’t complain about him wandering into dangerous places and bringing back filth, but instead lent a helping hand.

It impeccably cleansed him with delicate precision and directly dissolved the contamination.

Because of the initial condition of the Red Moon, Fu Qian had not held such optimistic expectations.

But now, all that was left to do was to wait for a gradual recovery.

At this time, the transformation into a Pseudo-Divine Being finally ended, and Fu Qian, no longer persisting, found a relatively even rock to sit down.

"Child..."

It was not until this moment that Red Moon’s voice, filled with profound sympathy, rang out again, even more emotional than last time.

However, such care was no comfort to Fu Qian. The non-existent scalp on his head tingled as an ominous premonition rose in his heart, looking down at his hand.

...

As expected!

The next moment, a strikingly familiar red silk thread appeared in his battered palm.

The thread wound and twined, trying its best to connect the damaged parts of his palm.

Given the recent bone-scraping detoxification, although there was some recovery, the palm still retained less than seventy percent of its original area.

Soon, a red jagged stitching appeared across it, resembling a swarm of blood-colored centipedes.

And this was just a miniature representation of his entire body.

In the blink of an eye, similar marks had covered him completely, looking like the horrific offspring of eight-pack abs.

I actually just needed a bit more rest...

Fu Qian internally sighed, but did not voice it out loud.

During that moment earlier, he had guessed it might turn out this way, but unfortunately the other party was just too quick with their actions.

Going out looking like this, he would indeed easily frighten children.

Of course, while he said that, Fu Qian didn’t really mind his new appearance.

Although it was a bit exaggerated, Red Moon undoubtedly had good intentions.

Doesn’t it always call itself "child", like the caring mother stitching clothes for her wayward son?

"Thank you, I dare to do it again next time."

After expressing his thanks again, the wayward son Fu Qian picked up the egg that lay on the ground in front of Red Moon.

At this distance, that transcendent sensation where time seemed to lose all meaning grew even more intense.

Even when retreating back into the egg, the metallic liquid seemed to still pulsate, and due to his proximity, it became even livelier, seemingly eager to merge with him.

In this regard, this truly corresponds to the idea of a mutual rush.

And, unsurprisingly, Red Moon showed no reaction to the object.

Indeed as previously predicted, the Prism of Radiant Transformation, knowing his relationship with Red Moon, wouldn’t have failed to take this into account when making its move.

In the matter of choosing between the two, Red Moon likely wouldn’t be able to directly assist him.

...

"Whether it is the Crystalline Sun or this Metallic Avian Blood, I’m quite curious as to how it came out of nowhere..."

Holding the broken egg as close as possible, Fu Qian shook his head and muttered to himself,

He held no grudge about Red Moon being unable to help.

As an adult, dealing with one’s own matters was a fundamental quality.

What he was most curious about was a question that he had been considering for a long time.

In the summary of the Pseudo-God Ritual, it is mentioned that the Divine Traits related to Pseudo-Gods did not originally exist because they would appear very soon on their own.

Assuming that it was indeed conjured from nothing, is there any explanation for why they appeared in those specific places?

Theoretically, since it is a mutual rush, shouldn’t it ideally stay as close to him as possible?

The only understanding is that not just any place can give birth to them.

From what he had learned before, both places seemed to be related to the fall of Deities, wondering if that was the reason.

This also naturally leads to another question.

If this Divine Trait before him was not born because of him but already existed, why would it be in the Blood Lake?

That pile of flesh and blood phoenixes seemed to have a rather high Ranking, what was their relationship to it?

It is really curious... and yet without any clues.

But this doesn’t mean there are no approaches to resolving these curiosities, the simplest being that the one who arranged things in the Blood Lake surely knew more about this.

Seeing the metallic blood inside the egg almost crawling onto himself, Fu Qian slightly moved it away from him.

It was not yet time.

"Goodbye."

The next moment, he didn’t even wait for the wounds on his body to heal before he got up and walked towards the door he came through.

As expected, Red Moon did not respond.