Facing an Ancient God for a Year
Chapter 1222 - 1220: Bamboo Stick Insects of Night Holy City (28)

Chapter 1222: Chapter 1220: Bamboo Stick Insects of Night Holy City (28)

Although one of the initial intentions of embracing Blasphemy’s Embrace was indeed due to what Old Master Henry had mentioned about the Prism of Radiant Transformation intersecting with the authority of the Ancient Sun God.

But the effect turned out to be quite good, which was somewhat unexpected to Fu Qian, especially since the mission was at nighttime.

One can only say that the opponent was exceptionally accommodating.

As for the second intention—at this moment, the night sky, dark yet tinged with red, hosted a cold, dark moon, silently hanging there.

Raise a bow to invite the moon, with one’s shadow forming a party of three.

Even in such a space and time, the Dark Moon appeared punctually.

The only problem was that the voice of Pope didn’t manifest.

...

"You really are full of surprises."

Meanwhile, as the Sun was temporarily sealed, the intelligence-erasing method from the Prism of Radiant Transformation did not show up.

Her Diviner’s projection was critiquing her own actions with the biggest emotional ups and downs since her appearance.

Under the earlier onslaught of the golden flame, all the hair on her head was completely gone, and now the brilliant colored lights shone on her bald head, reflecting quite brightly.

And her eyes, once burning white, had returned to normal, and were now coldly assessing what was in Fu Qian’s hand.

"This is indeed a very bizarre item. I classified it as a possible variable, and now it seems that was even an understatement."

"I told you I have many tricks up my sleeve!"

Confronted by her statement, Fu Qian was proudly dismissive.

How could the items related to the Pope be comprehensively understood by mere common sense?

"What about you, are Divine Beings always this unreliable in their words?"

"The original wording was that you might be able to see it."

The Indigo Witch responded without the slightest sign of shame.

"Guess why I’m not in a hurry anymore."

"That’s easy. The methods I’ve revealed have exceeded your expectations. You can tolerate the thing above us being damaged in the exchange, but not yourself."

"Times change. Just have a little more patience and wait a bit longer, at least until I can no longer maintain this state. It is completely worth it to exchange a bit more exposure risk for a lower chance of losing control."

"Sounds reasonable, but since you know why you’re waiting, why not take advantage of the time instead of being reactive?"

The Indigo Witch stared back at Fu Qian as she counter-questioned.

"Even if killing one projection is pointless, why not try to solve the mistakes I’ve created? It’s obvious you have a clear understanding of them."

"Reason one is very simple: I don’t know how."

Fu Qian responded righteously.

"You said before, some things can’t be resolved through destructive frenzy."

"It is precisely because I have a clear understanding that I know the powers I currently possess are useless against the errors you’ve created. This is the beauty of authority... not knowing means not knowing."

Fu Qian pointed to his head.

"To me, killing you directly might be the only way to undo the mistake, but obviously that’s not possible."

"And the second reason?"

The Indigo Witch nodded slightly.

"Even simpler: it’s time."

Fu Qian responded even more honestly.

And following that statement, the fully stimulated Mythical Form dissipated instantly.

You...

In response to his words, the Indigo Witch’s expression seemed somewhat complex.

"It’s true, I just did a little more processing, that’s all."

Fu Qian pointed to his size, which had almost not diminished.

Disengaging from the Mythical Form was a certainty, otherwise it would not be long before the other party would have to make a move.

The reason why his size hadn’t changed much was due to his casting the decree obtained last time in the Abyss, named Brilliant Tyrant, which also had the effect of enlarging the body.

Of course, he knew the Indigo Witch’s reaction wasn’t because of that, but rather because his ranking was still a facade of deception—actually, it was simple—the buffer time for the Pseudo-Divine Being had come to an end.

Once again, SAN Points decrease by 10, the ranking successfully continued.

"Good, then are you still not going to take action?"

After all, having had previous dealings, the Indigo Witch quickly caught on and once again expressed surprise at Fu Qian’s actions.

The opponent was clearly exhausted, barely maintaining their ranking, completely at the end of their tether.

Yet even so, not taking advantage of this opportunity to strike?

"I told you, I’m really looking forward to this meeting."

While speaking, Fu Qian raised his hand and put on the Pontiff’s Gifted Mask over his face.

"Have you noticed something? The honesty level of our Q&A has increased significantly from the beginning, hasn’t it?"

"With such a positive shift, are you sure you don’t want to use the remaining time for some sincere communication?"

...

At a certain moment, the disco lights in the room quietly dissipated.

The light above the Indigo Witch’s head also dimmed concurrently.

However, colors quickly brightened up on her face once again.

Only this time, Fu Qian lost the ability to describe it.

An indescribable spectrum of colors spread across the witch’s face in an instant and rapidly extended over her entire body.

Soon, only a blurry human shape was left sitting across from the table.

And with Its arrival, everything around lost its color.

"As you wish."

At the same time, a voice directly resounded within Fu Qian’s will.

...

The Prism of Radiant Transformation.

At that moment, Fu Qian was very much aware that the presence behind the witch had accepted the invitation.

The only known Ancient Deity still in one piece had formally arrived before him, letting him experience what Divine Will is.

It was a fundamentally different perception, even compared to the sun from moments ago.

As one of the many things that paled in comparison, even while in the state of a Pseudo-Divine Being, Fu Qian still felt as frail and fragile as a withered leaf.

"I’ve long admired you."

As a being that had stained its hands with the blood of many predecessors, Fu Qian certainly wasn’t naive enough to think that the other party was moved by his sincerity.

There was a reason for putting on the mask just now.

Of course, it could no longer be used to hide his identity, but the Pontiff’s Gift had already been tested before, proving that even new gods like Yasui Tokiyuki could not see through it; it was reasonable to suspect that the Indigo Witch as a projection would be the same.

Therefore, once it was worn, it meant that if the Prism of Radiant Transformation wanted to consistently monitor his ranking changes, it might need to come and see for itself.

And It certainly wanted to understand the changes in his ranking.

Apart from that reason, feeling the comfort of the Dark Moon’s radiance upon him, Fu Qian sighed in his heart.

Even wearing a mask derived from the opponent’s power, he still couldn’t hear a whisper from the Witch.

"Ladies first."

In silent scrutiny, the next moment Fu Qian continued to maintain his courtesy.

"You had an unwavering certainty beyond reason that I would show up on time, and planned your entire strategy around this point, which helped you get this far."

It seemed that the other party accepted this courtesy.

"What gave you such firm conviction?"

"Of course, I knew you would show up on time."

As expected, it was this question, Fu Qian sighed.

"Because the place that sent me here has always had one of your invitations."

"Of course, I prefer to describe it as a poison apple."