Facing an Ancient God for a Year
Chapter 1287 - 1285: Loss of Image (29)

Chapter 1287: Chapter 1285: Loss of Image (29)

For Fu Qian, the Brilliant Tyrant had long been planned as the solution.

This strategy of manipulating the shift in responsibilities for personal gain had been executed flawlessly, and the results thus far were considerable.

Of course, the incidental impact was that Jane’s troubles visibly intensified.

But that was merely superficial; for the person involved, it wasn’t necessarily a bad thing.

After the three consultation sessions under his lead, her condition had become clearer to some extent.

Apart from the ultimate reserved plan, there was finally the possibility for targeted treatment.

And the Brilliant Tyrant, in Fu Qian’s eyes, was undoubtedly the most fitting choice.

While the connection between the two couldn’t be confirmed, as one of the forms of Decree Residue, its fundamental attribute had potential proximity to this world’s Star Law.

And its effect was "to become the epicenter of rule confusion, distorting the form of everything around it."

If it was truly as Yack said, that the Stars Association’s influence is omnipresent and precise decrees are the essence of this world, then nothing suited the destruction of the world better than this.

Of course, Fu Qian wasn’t naive enough to think that simply standing here would ignite all things or tear apart nightmares.

Even the most effective medicine requires sufficient potency to be considered therapeutic.

But there’s no need to be overly rigid—if destroying the world isn’t feasible, perhaps destroying a fragment of it could be attempted?

Stepping toward the direction of the patient on the ground, Fu Qian moved forward.

"Stay still! What exactly are you?"

It was no surprise that the first to express displeasure was his peer.

Unfortunately, due to the stark difference in height at this moment, even as Brother Jake looked at the mouth on the chest, he was forced to glance upward.

...

Yack’s shock, of course, wasn’t triggered merely by a simple change in height.

Given the precedent of the mouth growing on the chest, mere swelling of the body hardly counted as noteworthy.

The true visual impact came from another aspect.

Centered around Fu Qian’s expanding figure, pale and branching fissures were appearing and vanishing in the Void, like spatial frost cracks.

Even as Fu Qian strode forward, structures resembling bizarre elongated wings stretched out behind him.

This was the most fundamental manifestation of the Brilliant Tyrant’s power to distort—a spectacle dreamlike yet chilling to the core.

The reason for such a visual effect was straightforward: Fu Qian had activated Frostburn ahead of time.

Indeed, it bestowed upon all things a Transcendent icy appearance, even rendering the majesty of the Tyrant visualizable.

"I told you to stay still!"

This excessive oppressive force warped everything, even tearing apart psychological boundaries.

Accompanied by Yack’s sharp reprimand, the surrounding stench of blood thickened abruptly.

From his wings extended blood-colored threads that had previously risen and folded slowly, now convulsing as they directly converged around Fu Qian.

To foster a better communicative environment, this technique, which had clearly been prepared for some time, was something Fu Qian had persistently pretended not to see.

Judging by the current situation, this method, which had taken so long to prepare, appeared more like a cage than a killing array.

At this moment, those bizarre threads had converged and intertwined densely, resembling a cocoon.

...

Why does this scene look so familiar?

The originator of the cocoon—will there be no future for them?

Fu Qian sighed deeply, easily reminded of what he once did to a certain Bloodline Clan demigod.

"I originally just wanted to take one person back, but you’re truly too proactive. You even seem like a fine research subject. I believe others will also be interested in you."

As the blood-colored cocoon completely blocked the line of sight, Yack’s voice resounded again, suggesting evident confidence in his technique.

His confidence, of course, had merit.

Although the shape was similar, this Carved Giant Cocoon before him was fundamentally different from the one Fu Qian had woven from pure tendrils before.

The latter was like locking someone behind an iron door; the former was a pure conceptual creation, akin to erecting a sign that read "No Passage."

It was the embodiment of impenetrability itself.

The only drawback might have been the haste and looseness caused by Yack’s forced activation, making it easier to escape during its formation.

But now, that no longer mattered, as the target seemed wholly uninterested in fleeing.

...

"Ha, petty tricks, how dare you show off before me."

Even as blood enveloped all before him, pooling into a crimson flood beneath his feet, Fu Qian stood with his hands folded behind his back, unshaken in the majesty of the Tyrant.

The impenetrable effect of the giant cocoon even hindered the surrounding cracks of annihilation, confining their twisting trails within.

"Impossible! The decree is being corroded! What blasphemy is this!"

Yet even so, the next moment triggered a massive reaction from Yack.

Compared to Fu Qian’s earlier challenge to the Stars Association, this response was even more intense—akin to witnessing the impossible: someone killed but not dead.

"What exactly is your purpose here today?"

Yack’s voice, in contrast, suddenly calmed down, as if the events unfolding rendered rage irrelevant.

He merely wanted answers.

"Where do you come from... or what Nightmare are you?"

Was the concept of Nightmare something even recognized by the Bloodline Clan?

Yack’s question stirred Fu Qian’s reflective sighs.

Considering the relationship these people shared with the Stars Association and the decrees, their perception must be amongst the hardest to deceive.

This world truly was being invaded by Nightmares—not a misinterpretation by The Sect.

The situation appeared clearer now, but it also eliminated any vestiges of wishful thinking.

Overthrowing the world seemed to be the only solution left.

"Heh... Corrosion?"

Fu Qian remained motionless, delivering a low chuckle, his remarks dripping with dominance.

"Before me, there’s no such thing as absolute correctness... because I am correctness itself!"

The intensity seemed lacking still.

Of course, declaring his words as if he were about to transform was one thing; being pragmatic about the reality was another.

Indeed, as Yack suggested, the cocoon’s impediment to the cracks wasn’t without consequence; under the distortion of the Brilliant Tyrant’s "I am destiny," the former was visibly impacted.

But this was merely akin to acknowledging diamond rust—shocking, perhaps, but with negligible impact on stability.

It was no surprise; the current opponent was, after all, the "truth" of a world, to say nothing of the fact that the Brilliant Tyrant’s effect intensified with the passage of time.

"A lunatic full of arrogance!"

Sure enough, Fu Qian’s words immediately provoked Yack’s dissatisfaction.

"I don’t know how you’re doing it, but you’d better keep going, at least until I finish the simple treatment I gave her."

Indeed, he needed to keep pushing harder; otherwise, at this rate, time might become a concern.

Fu Qian didn’t care about the tone of his opponent—he truly accepted the advice.

In the next moment, he snapped his fingers, and the Old Day’s Mark activated.

After all, testing it didn’t cost anything.

Do you even understand the value of a Double Halo?