Facing an Ancient God for a Year
Chapter 1220 - 1218: Bamboo Insect of Night Holy City (26)

Chapter 1220: Chapter 1218: Bamboo Insect of Night Holy City (26)

When choosing the Divine Skin Coat, it could be said there were no hints whatsoever.

The reason why he locked onto the final target was due to a faint sense of familiarity.

In fact, this has been a puzzling question for Fu Qian ever since a moment ago.

Whether it was the manifestation of his authority or his current Mythical Form, fully transforming into an Ancient Deity, he still couldn’t pinpoint the source of that familiar feeling.

But this name suddenly made everything clear, enabling Fu Qian to instantly realize where that familiarity came from—the Tyrant’s Fist.

This weapon, obtained long ago, had a major feature: each strike could cause the target to lose their sanity.

Of course, given his task style, most targets subsequently didn’t get the chance to lose their sanity, so it wasn’t used much.

And the familiarity came from that "loss of sanity."

So, is it not an illusion that he has torn apart the fundamental power of the Tyrant’s Fist?

Then, according to the special feeling just now, should he now be called the Mechanical Tyrant?

Of course, this would lead to one question—where are his fists?

Currently, he has yet to perceive any authority related to losing sanity.

Is there any reason for that?

"What’s this, I still have many tricks up my sleeve!"

In the midst of his doubts, facing the false praise of the Indigo Witch, Fu Qian snorted coldly and patted himself, analyzing the other’s reaction.

Facing the "illusion" of an old acquaintance.

It seems that although she appears to be a barrier breaker, at least during the fusion process, his act of dismembering a Deity at the end wasn’t detected.

On one hand, it’s because such changes belong to a very special category, transcending time and space.

On the other hand, her gaze probably intensified gradually as it permeated.

The Yellow Robe that Lie Wen added to him also indeed doesn’t just have drawbacks.

While overly conspicuous and visually striking to the extreme, its effect on concealing identity is genuinely astonishing.

As an Ancient Deity, in facing himself in this top-level cosplay, plus being influenced by the Calamity Authority, the response was, "the illusion of an old acquaintance."

Rather than assuming that she saw through everything at a glance, Fu Qian was more inclined to believe that the enveloping Yellow Robe greatly reduced the transmission efficiency of his Mechanical Tyrant’s majesty.

"So why don’t you continue showing off?"

In contemplation, facing Fu Qian’s swagger, the Indigo Witch smiled and waved her hand through the air.

The myriad colors pressing on Fu Qian instantly resumed their vibrancy, turning the Fortune Teller’s Cottage back into a disco.

"Though it’s just a projection, trying to destroy me with Calamity might buy you some time before the final moment arrives."

After the restraint was lifted, she even proactively offered a suggestion.

"Otherwise wouldn’t it be too wasteful? I believe achieving this extent must have cost you dearly."

"I just added some time."

Unfortunately, Fu Qian shook his head, apparently uninterested in her suggestion.

That was the truth.

Since the conversation was not advancing quickly, during that brief moment, the Pseudo-Divine Being’s time was nearly up.

While his SAN Points were sufficient, he couldn’t immediately activate them continuously due to the need for a buffer.

Responding to this, Fu Qian decisively attempted to fully activate the Mythical Form.

He had thought of this application the moment a sliver of enlightenment emerged during the promotion.

Since fully manifesting the Mythical Form meant completely transforming into an Ancient Deity, it was clearly a method similar to Pseudo-Divine Being, artificially elevating his ranking.

No matter how sincere the other’s attitude was, Fu Qian wasn’t prepared to provide a gap in ranking.

"But you’re right, doing nothing really is a bit wasteful."

As he spoke, Fu Qian seemed to recall something and looked back at the sky.

At this moment, the Ring of Scorching Heat seemed even closer.

The oppressive feeling that permeated the air made it even more suffocating to breathe.

Sitting here is already like this; the righteous Night Watchmen over there must be having an even worse experience.

However, as an organization that has weathered great storms, they have so far shown no rash behavior.

"Is that really the Sun?"

Fu Qian asked curiously.

"Yes and no."

As expected from earlier deductions, the Indigo Witch’s answer lacked sincerity when facing a direct question.

"Have you changed your mind? Thinking of asking the Night Watchmen for help again?"

"If that’s the case, I must say I would be somewhat disappointed."

"How could that be, I just saw an injustice and was preparing to lend a hand."

Fu Qian still did not turn back, fixating his gaze on the ring that bore no aura of light.

An orange eye in the night sky began to slowly and resolutely enlarge.

Indeed, being a Mechanical Tyrant that brings doom to all, it seems that even the Sun is not immune.

Even though the accumulation of calamity is slower than that of the Indigo Witch.

Fortunately, Fu Qian did not seem to mind.

As his will consolidated, and his eyes opened a bit clearer, he immediately triggered the calamity and curiously awaited the outcome.

It is hard to imagine how, facing such a unique existence, the calamity would explode in what way.

The next moment, the brightness in the field of vision suddenly increased.

In an already lively sky, a peculiar meteor appeared.

Surrounded by dazzling golden flames and dragging a long tail of the same color, the meteor unhesitatingly crashed towards the Ring of Scorching Heat like a Golden Silk Monkey jumping through a fiery hoop.

Is this even possible?

This wonderful change even made the initiator Fu Qian admire in his heart.

On one hand, he felt the brute force of the Calamity Authority once again.

On the other hand, from that meteor, he unexpectedly experienced what he had not found before—the maddening power of the Tyrant’s Fist.

Indeed, it is essential to maintain curiosity at all times, for inspiration always comes unexpectedly.

Moreover, it seems that his title as the Mechanical Tyrant is inescapable now.

In his reflection, the golden meteor had already hit its target.

The Ring of Scorching Heat’s existence was truly unique, but this calamity that belonged to it precisely found its mark.

In that instant, it seemed as if day and night had switched places.

The brightness of the Ring of Scorching Heat suddenly increased, even the dark red areas inside it seemed to be ignited.

With the horrifying scorching that followed, the golden meteor silently vanished, as if vaporized.

The power was indeed far too weak.

Fu Qian, not surprised by this outcome, did not even have time to worry if the Night Watchmen would be more confused when he noticed a peculiar anomaly the next moment.

It seemed that some presence, through that blazing celestial body, glanced at him once.

Though his status and identity were different now, how could Fu Qian lose his manners, immediately reciprocating the gaze through the connection.

Through layers of halos, he seemed to truly see a pair of eyes...

The Ancient Sun God? Wasn’t that one fallen?

Amid slight surprise, his perception suddenly perceived another distinctly different gaze.

Then another, and another...

All these gazes were filled with endless struggle and distortion.

Like a group of Purgatory prisoners, looking outside through the bars.