Facing an Ancient God for a Year
Chapter 1217 - 1215: The Night Holy City’s Stick Insect (23)

Chapter 1217: Chapter 1215: The Night Holy City’s Stick Insect (23)

"What a bustling night!"

Clad in yellow robes, an uncanny aura emanating off him, Fu Qian looked up as Su Gao’s figure disappeared into the night.

Indeed, as Su Gao had said, the Ring of Scorching Heat that brought an endless oppression, although it hung in the sky, felt perilously close to falling onto the church’s steep spire.

This strange sight prompted an instant reaction from the Night Watchman - not surprising at all.

Of course, in Fu Qian’s view, they could have been less tense.

At least so far, the primary significance of this phenomenon seemed to be to draw attention.

From "Welcome to Night Holy City" until now, the tactics of Prism of Radiant Transformation were clearly targeted; he was Its only objective.

Unless necessary, It would certainly not involve the Night Watchman’s momentum, considering even they have a First Phase at their disposal, with High Tiers abound.

Indeed, Fu Qian was quite certain that the appearance of the Ring of Scorching Heat was no coincidence.

Just like how the Divine Envoy had a small chance of not noticing him, the same as Su Gao.

And the unidentified First Phase, who also hadn’t managed to locate this place.

From the moment Su Gao confirmed "the sky is purple," Fu Qian’s pace of action dramatically shifted; what was an extreme efficiency transformed into a stately stroll.

Consequently, what emerged was not only the near disappearance of breathless artificial obstacles but also a path so smooth as if someone had paved the way.

Yet, the stark contrast peaked when Su Gao tried to draw the Night Watchman over – an oppressive and bizarre presence arrived, capturing all attention.

Not to mention, this bizarre presence resembled a strange Sun.

Old Master Henry once mentioned that in the Mythic Era, Prism of Radiant Transformation and the authority of the Ancient Sun God overlapped somewhat.

Such a clear stance made it look more and more like everything was set, advancing into the endgame.

Fu Qian withdrew his gaze, not joining the faith gathering but straightening his robe instead, walking the much quieter streets of the gambling city.

His destination was the largest casino that had recently suffered losses.

...

He hadn’t even seen a trace of Old Master Henry’s wandering figure.

Soon, the casino came into view, but having experienced the local customs along the way, Fu Qian once again let out a heartfelt sigh at the smoothness of his journey.

He hadn’t encountered any other players of high Ranking, nor had he seen even a sign of the persistent Old Master Henry.

Is this what it feels like to be taken seriously? No wonder he kept hearing the phrase "I just want an attitude"!

"Would you like to see how your luck is?"

The next moment, as Fu Qian was contemplating a new life experience, a voice with a magnetic tone rang out.

He stopped walking and looked over to find a roadside shack with its door open.

Wearing a blue-green striped headscarf and a gold-red shoulderless dress that fell straight to her waist, a woman with long, straight black hair, whose age was hard to pinpoint, was calling out to him.

Both her sharply contoured face and her exposed arms carried a healthy bronze tone, exuding an exotic charm.

At this moment, she sat in front of a wooden table, smiling amiably at him as if inviting business.

The setting within the room left no doubt that she was a Diviner.

Her attire, though not very solemn, seemed normal for the gambling city.

The only issue was that inside the not-so-large street-side shop, dazzling light showers were rotating like a disco, intense and mesmerizing.

Compared to those religious sites seeking good fortune, it even seemed a bit more serious over at the gambling houses.

"Actually, I was planning on checking my luck over there."

Yet Fu Qian didn’t decline the offer, and he walked into the shop and sat down, gesturing to his original destination.

"A casino isn’t a place to look at luck; it’s a place to test luck."

"When you enter without certainty, you’ve already lost."

The woman seemed very pleased with Fu Qian’s response, and immediately proceeded to explain earnestly.

"Is it still a gambling house if you’re certain to walk out?"

Faced with this admonition full of charlatan’s meaning, Fu Qian slightly frowned, voicing his disagreement.

"It does sound like something you would say."

The woman’s smile slightly retracted, followed by the emergence of a unique inhuman sensation, making the act of looking directly at her seem fraught with immense resistance.

"Of course, you can treat everything like a gambling house, as long as you don’t avoid bearing the consequences."

"Rest assured, I never shirk."

Fu Qian looked at his hand spread out on the table, the light casting it into a kaleidoscope of colors.

However, when he had entered a moment ago, he had observed that this small shop actually had no lamps.

"What should I call you? It’s apparent you don’t really want your honorable name to be known."

The next moment he sighed lightly.

True, who else could it be if not that Ancient Deity who cares so much for me?

Divining fortune in the gambling city, such business acumen is indeed the wisdom of a Superior Being.

...

"Thank you for keeping it secret; as for the name, it’s truly up to you, for example... Indigo Witch?"

In view, the woman’s lips curved upwards, her tone playful, with no denial.

Indeed, her intent to kill was resolute with no room for maneuvering.

Clearly, this could not be her actual name; it was obviously a reference to my previous conversation with Su Gao.

Even a conversation within the Clear Dream Ring.

She openly admitted to her comprehensive and unescapable surveillance of me and still did not divulge any personal information to someone on the verge of death.

Her stance couldn’t be clearer.

Fu Qian shook his head inwardly.

"Actually, you don’t have to get into character too much. I have a high tolerance for that, and I never thought that a Superior Being who has lived for who knows how long could be so lively."

"Indeed... you have demonstrated this point more than once."

Fu Qian’s suggestion seemed to be accepted instantly.

As they spoke, that inhuman sensation already began to spread, with the Indigo Witch no longer acting as the Diviner of Night Holy City.

"But compared to what you say, your body seems to be tense."

The next moment she pointed at the ring on Fu Qian’s hand.

"This method of forcefully enhancing Ranking clearly has a limited duration. Are you sure you want to activate it now?"

"From any angle, this just seems to put you in a completely passive situation."

"Believe it or not, you’re actually a bit early for my hospitality. It’s just a chat in advance."

Of course, I believe it.

In response to the Indigo Witch’s statement, Fu Qian thought to himself.

She, of course, saw the truth with precision; the Pseudo-Divine Being was activated even before I came in here.

And considering there is a need for a certain buffer and cannot be activated continuously, I will indeed be very passive as she said when the time comes.

But what of it?

Fu Qian stared directly into those deep, emotionless eyes. Even though it was still an incomplete projection, the now unrestrained Divinity still made one feel distinctly looked down upon.

"It’s alright. When the time comes, I’ll find a way to add another chime," he said.

The next moment, he thumbed the ring in his hand as a sign not to worry.