Facing an Ancient God for a Year
Chapter 1219 - 1217: The Bamboo Segment Bug of Night Holy City (25)

Chapter 1219: Chapter 1217: The Bamboo Segment Bug of Night Holy City (25)

Is this what a god is?

As the Indigo Witch reacted reflexively, Fu Qian also marveled inwardly.

His body was naturally not just expanding, and it wasn’t even the effect of the Brilliant Tyrant.

Just a moment ago, after ascending to become a Pseudo-God, the Mythical Form was activated for the first time.

As it turned out, it was consistent with the feeling he had at that time, a kind of transformation that transcended its essence.

Although his body was still covered in yellow garments, Fu Qian was certain that his external appearance was no longer that combination of star-lines and the black domain.

It had once again transformed into a body of flesh and blood.

A sturdy figure, dull skin, robust muscles; with every move he made, it seemed as if time and space trembled—a veritable appearance of a giant god-slayer.

Even the proportions of the figure were remarkably standard.

And Fu Qian was very sure that this shape, where every hair was steeped with power, truly belonged to the one he had draped over himself.

That’s right, he had fully embodied "It".

Unlike the simple ranking increase of a Pseudo-Divine Being, at this very moment, he could clearly feel that fundamental change.

Sublime, transcendental, a strike capable of tearing apart all things.

The present Indigo Witch and the small shop could no longer impose any restraint on him.

Although his body and mind were rapidly depleting due to this, he was momentarily meeting her gaze on equal footing in this particular way.

...

Indeed, it was a highly distinctive experience, but that was not actually what astonished Fu Qian.

As a carbon-based life form with decades of experience, he realized immediately the abnormality beneath the manifestation of this flesh and blood.

Admittedly, this body reeking of divinity, where even the mere contours could cause mental trauma, could not be viewed through the simple lens of biology.

But this was really... too unbiological!

Fu Qian could distinctly feel the utterly illogical structure within that burly body of flesh and blood.

In the process of merging with the Crystalline Sun, his body had once been altered into interconnected fragments, akin to various mechanical parts within a machine.

The feeling at present was as though these parts had been dismantled, undergone the Flame of Life’s thousands of forging enhancements, and ultimately assembled according to a special pattern.

Every movement of the body was generated by their operation—completely different from any biological method.

That sensation was truly bizarre, as if beneath the skin of the fleshly god-slayer, there were countless gears spinning.

And the outcome of their orchestrated operation still resulted in a godly body without any sense of incongruity.

Up to now, this had to be the most fascinating thing he had encountered!

Fu Qian silently assessed in his heart.

Compared to the outcome of its operation, he found the process itself even more a reflection of divinity.

He had reason to believe that just a single glimpse of this unimaginable internal structure would be enough to drive a Transcendent with insufficient mental fortitude insane.

Is this a Pseudo-God?

Fu Qian didn’t think that this scene before him was just a coincidence compared to when his Mythical Form had shattered.

His current state seemed to be a complete embodiment of an Ancient Deity, but in reality, it appeared to be a one-to-one replica of some original form.

All materials came from his disassembled Mythical Form, like various mechanical parts.

And covered with a perfect Divine Skin that no one could see through.

A mechanical Ancient Deity? Isn’t that a bit too sinister!

Of course, the most crucial thing was, this atypical deity was still able to wield authority.

...

At this very moment, Fu Qian is observing everything around him from an unprecedented perspective.

This perspective isn’t even abstract.

It consists of pupil-less orange eyes materializing everywhere, overlapping in a particular manner.

As though some ancient creature is gazing outward, those blurry, mostly half-open eyes, exude an endless sense of ill-omen.

Fu Qian instantly realized that these were the very "Calamities" he had once inflicted upon Old Master Henry, triggering his intense reaction.

Now that he has truly transformed into an Ancient Deity, they have become astonishingly tangible and omnipresent.

On every object, as long as his will concentrates a little, those blurry eyes gradually become distinct.

Not confined to living beings.

This is also why in this not-too-bustling place, the eyes can layer upon layer.

From a person, to a tree, even a table, a window, and the houses they compile; all have their corresponding pairs of eyes.

These concepts inevitably overlap, yet they do not conflict with each other.

This means, I can define the things around me from various perspectives and independently bestow upon them Calamity.

...

Even the concept of Calamity itself, is far from being euphemistic or obscure.

In his not-so-long career, Fu Qian had encountered more than one character tied to power and fate, claiming control over luck, even able to bestow misfortune upon others.

But compared to their overly subtle, similar to "Momentum" forms of realization, this Calamity Authority is much simpler and purer.

The utmost direct destruction and decay.

The aggravated damage suffered by Old Master Henry at that time was not due to my initial lack of proficiency with the newfound authority.

In my field of vision, every eye that I, Fu Qian, am aware of, its degree of opening determines the extent to which the damage amplifies.

Just like with Henry, any harm directed at their focal point would unreasonably amplify, accelerating decay.

Even if during this process no damage is suffered, Calamity can erupt at any moment if I so wish, automatically choosing the most suitable method.

It feels like a natural disaster poured into a human form.

And as the source of Calamity, the opening and closing of the eyes obey my will entirely.

Fu Qian looks up at the Indigo Witch.

She too, is no exception.

Though merely a projection, a single eye is also shimmering above the Diviner’s head.

The only difference is, even with my urging, the speed at which it opens is noticeably slower.

Compared to Old Master Henry, her Ranking is still a bit higher.

"How astonishing!"

At this moment, with his movement, the Indigo Witch, wearing a look of astonishment, exclaims.

This is still the first time she has expressed such intense emotion since her appearance, though how much of it is performance is hard to say.

"I thought what you did to Henry was already the limit, but I didn’t expect you could reach such a degree!"

"For that brief moment, I almost felt the illusion of facing an old acquaintance."

"Like a Brilliant Tyrant who had long perished, standing before me again."

"To have such a gift bestowed upon you, you really obtained quite a lot of benefits!"

Hmm... Tyrant?

The simple title mentioned by the Indigo Witch, upon reaching Fu Qian’s ears, smoothly stirred an epiphany.

No wonder, I was saying there was a familiar feeling when choosing clothes back then.