Facing an Ancient God for a Year
Chapter 1207 - 1205: The Bamboo Joint Worms of Night Holy City (Part 13)

Chapter 1207: Chapter 1205: The Bamboo Joint Worms of Night Holy City (Part 13)

"...I will go back and hold the responsible parties accountable, and then what?"

Knowing there was no advantage in spouting nonsense, Yuan Shan clenched her teeth as she responded to Fu Qian’s complaint about quality.

"And then..."

Clearly unsatisfied with Yuan Shan’s standardized reply, Fu Qian frowned slightly, seemingly thinking of something the next moment.

Putting aside mercy, he picked up a round object the size of an orange.

And before Yuan Shan’s wide-eyed shock, Fu Qian tilted his head back and threw this harvest from the Sea of Ashes into his mouth.

...

Time seemed to have lost all meaning.

In the unusual silence, Fu Qian felt the transformation in his body for the second time.

The moment the chilled Crystalline Sun passed his throat, it surprisingly permeated a trace of warmth, tenderly comforting every inch of flesh it passed.

As it slid unhindered into the stomach, the warmth turned increasingly fervent.

The manifestation was that the surrounding flesh, like snowflakes under the warm sun, was melting fast and spreading outward.

In an instant, a significant void was carved out around the suspended Crystalline Sun within the body cavity.

And the next moment, the flesh around this void stretched out into straight lines all pointing toward the Crystalline Sun at the center, even rotating slowly with it.

It truly resembled a scene from within a whale; by comparison, this thing looked even more bizarre than "Eternity", didn’t it?

Amidst intense pain, Fu Qian meticulously observed the changes within his body and did not rush to react despite the strange sight.

Until nearly the whole body was left as nothing but an empty shell, that mysterious pulling force seemed to finally reach a balance, causing the Crystalline Sun to fall into stasis.

Almost instantly, the solid Crystalline Sun silently disintegrated.

Innumerable ineffable and impossible shapes scattered from it, pulled backwards into the strands of flesh, swiftly changing their very nature.

This process brought about an exaggerated impact of chaos, to the point that specks of starlight even appeared within the flesh, casting their surroundings into a domain of darkness.

Stimulated, the Mythical Form activated on its own.

Compared to usual, the starlight connecting the points and lines was undoubtedly denser, and as the organs self-repaired, they rewove into a whole again.

But only on the surface.

Fu Qian could feel that although he seemed restored to his original state at this moment, he was actually experiencing a true sense of physical fragmentation at its peak.

Every part of his body, at this moment, was constructed like the Crystalline Sun, pieced together by countless odd fragments.

Something was needed to gather them together.

As soon as this thought emerged, Fu Qian became aware of a noble presence.

To be precise, it was a mix of them.

Overwhelmed by the imposing force, Fu Qian’s first reaction was to think that the Prism of Radiant Transformation had arrived at the speed of light, but he quickly realized something was off.

These were numerous distinct presences, originating from the dim images that materialized out of nowhere, encircling him, looking ancient and sublime.

So far, as if limitless time and space separated us.

Yet so near, when you concentrate on any one of them, you can even make out specific bodily details.

And it seems that the vast majority of them do not bear the appearance of humans, not even the appearance of living creatures.

Without exception, they all brought a strong sense of oppression, as well as a deadly silence.

Compared to a projection, they seemed more akin to corpses?

Ancient Deities, perhaps?

Feeling the ultimate embodiment of various powers and authorities on these different forms, Fu Qian silently marveled in his heart.

At the same time, an insight appeared in his mind — he needed to choose one from among them.

Selecting as one would pick out clothes.

Is that a bit too domineering?

For a typical Second Phase, being a Divine Envoy would presumably mean finding the corresponding Deity and worshipping respectfully, right?

This is in stark contrast to what I am about to do.

Yet, Fu Qian doesn’t hesitate at all, quickly locking onto an aura that is blurry but oddly familiar, and reaches out his hand directly.

Although the flow of time at this moment may not adhere to the normal rules, my adversary is clearly anything but ordinary, so I need to minimize exposure time as much as possible.

And as he makes his choice, an instinctive cry seems to resonate by his ear.

In the blink of an eye, that originally eerie and exalted image begins to twist and tear, climbing onto him like flowing water along his fingertips, enveloping Fu Qian like a robe.

...

It seems I understand now what a Pseudo-God is.

Fu Qian then sighs deeply in his heart.

This transformation is like dismembering the remains of an Ancient Deity, taking Its skin and flesh as a coat to wear.

The ensuing change fills what was once a scattered self with a substantial shell.

To others, I will now be "It".

A certain enlightenment deep in my consciousness makes Fu Qian extremely sure of this point.

He can even feel various kinds of seals being transferred onto him.

I will be able to receive prayers in Its name and infuse power with Its emblem...

Apart from not being "It", I am It.

Even under Insight, some authority unique to this divine position is now within my grasp.

Now Fu Qian is even more convinced that this was the right choice.

...

"Have you lost your mind? Someone could come here at any minute!"

Unfortunately, before Fu Qian can further experience the details of his gains, the growl of Chief Yuan finally breaks through, unable to be restrained any longer.

Fu Qian takes a breath and lifts his head, sizing up the Demigod who had eagerly invited him here.

With the previous preparation, Yuan Shan did not disappoint his expectations.

Even after performing such a bizarre act, she still seriously stands by his side, waiting for him to stabilize before voicing a reminder.

"Was that the Mythical Form just now? I’m not even surprised you can do that... but have you thought about the chaos that might ensue if a regular person stumbled upon us during the process?"

Without hurrying to respond, Chief Yuan did not let him off the hook, continuing her complaints like an unfortunate woman, with an expression of deep grievance.

"Is it easy for me to come back? I was hoping for a few days off!"

"I trust you; you wouldn’t let any ordinary person come here."

Fu Qian doesn’t interrupt throughout the whole process, politely allowing her to express her feelings, and finally affirms with a smiley face.

"...So now I’ve become your bodyguard, sister? You really don’t hold back!"

It’s hard to slap a smiling face, especially since she had proactively acknowledged her contribution without prompting, Yuan Shan’s face clears up a bit.

"So tell me, what exactly is this second magic trick doing? The thing you consumed is clearly no ordinary matter, and I can feel there has indeed been some change in you."

"Magic is just magic, what else can it be?"

Chief Yuan is still sharp, but facing her interrogation, Fu Qian exaggerates with a face full of astonishment, and even snaps his fingers again.

"Next, the moment to witness a Miracle is here."

Uh...

Looking at him with some suspicion, Yuan Shan is dumbstruck the next moment.

"Teacher?"