Facing an Ancient God for a Year
Chapter 1221 - 1219: The Bamboo Stick Insect of Night Holy City (27)

Chapter 1221: Chapter 1219: The Bamboo Stick Insect of Night Holy City (27)

It seems to have stirred something formidable.

"What did you see?"

Amidst Fu Qian’s exclamation, the low voice of the Indigo Witch arose from behind him.

"Saw it, yet didn’t see it."

Fu Qian still didn’t turn around, directly imitating her answer format just now.

And it turns out, even an Ancient Superior Being cannot accept being treated with the method it uses on you.

"You have no idea the role you’re playing..."

A few seconds of brief silence followed, then the Indigo Witch’s voice rang out again, this time devoid of any emotion.

However, it was oddly sensible.

Hearing this, the first thing Fu Qian thought of was his current state.

Regarding the "Tyrant," he truly knew very little.

As for the blazing sun that suddenly lit up the sky, there was also no chance to learn more.

With the words of the Indigo Witch, the multiple gazes that were initially infiltrating from within vanished in an instant.

What replaced them was a sudden surge of brilliance so intense it was almost pure white.

Fu Qian felt like a supernova had fallen into his will.

Memory, emotion, logic... every mental concept belonging to the mind was ignited and burned away under this unusual scorching.

At the same time, the Yellow Robe cloaking his body still remained unresponsive.

On the one hand, the object was indeed extraordinary; on the other, the most straightforward reason was that even a bit of ultraviolet radiation hadn’t reached his body.

This burning was entirely a mental assault, with boundaries so distinct it seemed to fear harming the flesh.

No surprise there!

The spiritually ignited Fu Qian still maintained high functionality under the heat and could even use exclamation marks.

This selective attack was all too normal, fitting perfectly with the Prism of Radiant Transformation’s purpose—to reduce one to idiocy.

Indeed, had it not been for his transformation into the Mechanical Tyrant at that moment, Fu Qian believed his SAN Points would already be plummeting.

Even so, this did not mean there was no cost—as such an impact caused his consumption to maintain the Mythical Form to skyrocket.

To quantify the increase: if he didn’t want to die, he’d better release it right away.

And then get burnt to idiocy.

...

"Turns out it’s not just a simple projection; your connection with the Sun is indeed extraordinary!"

Fu Qian, who quickly reached a conclusion, finally turned his head to glance at the Diviner behind him and opened his mouth to continue instigating animosity.

"Why didn’t you take action directly before? Why wait until now?"

"Indeed, why is that?"

The eyes of the Indigo Witch at this moment also flickered with fierce white light, as if establishing some mysterious connection with the daytime star in the night sky.

Whether Fu Qian’s performance was unexpected or not, she clearly had no interest in answering the question and chose to let the other party figure it out for themselves.

"Simple, didn’t find the opportunity."

Unexpectedly, Fu Qian was quite magnanimous and answered directly.

"Such a powerful mental Annihilation, if used properly, is highly likely to strip me of my power to resist—even after ascending to the Second Phase."

"Unfortunately, from before until now, I’ve been irrationally and forcefully elevating my status, unable to find an opportunity to establish dominance in one fell swoop; so it’s better to wait for the right moment."

"Anything else?"

The Indigo Witch neither confirmed nor denied.

"And... as an obviously tool-like being, it’s hard to imagine that thing arriving faster than your real body."

Fu Qian pointed at her.

"From a certain moment after our meeting just now, you could have replaced your projection with your real body at any time, right?"

"Hehe... Then according to your reasoning, why not continue to wait now?"

The Indigo Witch didn’t even bother to address his last question.

"Naturally, it’s not because you’re worried about me running away."

Fu Qian sighed.

"The Sun has been exposed due to my recent disruption, losing the meaning of an ambush, and even putting you at risk."

"And it seems like you’re particularly averse to exposing yourself, even in this special space-time."

"Striking first with brute force, it simply means more consumption, but it can avoid the risk of me causing more trouble while waiting. All things considered, it’s not a bad choice."

"Of course, even under such circumstances, your real body hasn’t appeared. Does this Sun require full attention to control?"

"Otherwise, there’s no reason you wouldn’t take action now, to resolve things quickly."

"It seems like its properties are quite suitable for serving as a spiritual burn furnace, and that’s why you use it to divert the Night Watchman’s attention, while also prioritizing it to solve the problem."

"That sounds very reasonable. You could try taking it down; maybe then you’ll see my method."

The Indigo Witch was as easygoing as always, listening attentively and offering suggestions according to Fu Qian’s line of thought.

"Good idea."

Fu Qian also listened seriously and readily agreed.

The next moment he turned around again to face the now blazingly white Sun.

But this time, he did not aim to guide the gaze that symbolized Calamity; instead, he held a crystal-clear, extremely delicate longbow.

Blasphemy’s Embrace. He had been carrying this thing for a while.

Fu Qian elegantly drew the bow, and rust-colored lines began to appear and swiftly converged into an ephemeral arrow.

Uh—

At the same time, a pained cry came from behind him, from the Indigo Witch.

The typically white orbits of her eyes grew increasingly radiant, with golden flames bursting forth as if torches had been lit within.

But it wasn’t that she had increased the power; instead, Fu Qian had casually ignited the Calamity.

Of course, even so, such a degree of damage was still not enough to kill a Divine Being’s projection.

Although the Indigo Witch looked disheveled, the explosion of flames only resulted in her turban and long hair being burned to ashes.

But that was enough; his strike had successfully interrupted what she was doing, causing a light arrow to scatter.

That thing had originally been aimed at Fu Qian.

Her reaction wasn’t slow, but as a professional shooter, how could he give her the chance to disrupt his shooting at the Sun?

The next moment, the straight arrow whistled out.

...

Perhaps because it was too close, almost instantly as the arrow was released, the dense rust color exploded, filling the air with a dark haze.

To his surprise, it was actually effective.

As the arrow struck, the night sky that had been as bright as daylight instantly dimmed, becoming even more gloomy and oppressive than before. Fu Qian inwardly praised the majestic presence of a destroyer of light.

The weapon was indeed quite handy, well worth the several times he had practiced with it before.

Of course, the price was still inevitable; an onset of discomfort arrived punctually at the moment of his attack.

The side effect of color loss, even the current him was not immune to it.

But by comparison, it was nothing.

Because with this arrow, the scorching blaze that the Sun had been inflicting on him instantly ceased.

For a moment, it was like sipping ice on a summer day, supremely delightful.

"There, it’s dealt with."

Putting away the bow, Fu Qian turned back to look at the increasingly dazzling Witch.