Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 1015: Chapter 1013: Profanation of the Past (Part 3) Chapter 1015: Chapter 1013: Profanation of the Past (Part 3) “Blasphemy, what a fitting name!”

Fu Qian’s tone was as casual as if he were drinking at a centenarian’s feast.

“Quite suited to your abilities, or should I say authority?”

“The existence of a Divine Being’s sphere is indeed commendable, for even a mere reflection immediately thinks of how to perpetuate itself.”

Seeing the Mal brothers staring blankly there, Fu Qian clicked his tongue audibly.

“What they see and what I see must be different, right?”

“You seem to have become overly cautious due to some experiences. Have you lost trust even in yourself?”

The face of the person opposite had softened, and after quietly listening, he heaved a sigh full of pity.

“Are you trying to say that you are me? Now there’s a problem. What just came to my mind?”

“Tell me.”

Fu Qian tapped his temple and asked very directly.

The person opposite responded with an equally direct silence.

“The answer to every key question is to make me think more. It seems like you don’t interfere, letting me arrive at the correct answer on my own. But in truth, you can’t see it at all, can you?”

“Of course, the real you might be able to do so, but it’s a pity I’m only dealing with a projection right now.”

“You’re not like others—your state is absolutely abnormal! And that mask on your face…”

The other self, or rather the Blasphemous King, finally gave up on trying in the face of Fu Qian’s years of refined mockery.

“This… ah…”

Fu Qian touched the mask on his face, again profoundly grateful to the Pope for this considerate gift. Without it, a low-profile person with social anxiety like himself would not know how to go out.

“So, those two versions of you can see more, right? Which means a Demigod cannot resist you.”

The next moment, he uttered an ‘oh.’

The Blasphemous King fell into silence, obviously conceding the point.

The reasoning was simple: Fu Qian was not a Demigod at this moment.

How could one not prepare in advance when directly confronting a Divine Being and testing such a hazardous item?

This time, until now, not a single SAN Point had fallen, because from the beginning, ten SAN Points had been spent.

Tyrant is only on the surface; the real transformation is becoming a Pseudo-Divine Being.

…

The entity before him was, without a doubt, as divine as his name, capable of directly desecrating a person’s fundamental self.

That was almost the purest form of contamination, a direct embodiment of the power of blasphemy, without the need for subjective story-telling. Perception would naturally become intertwined and confused.

This is also why He did not know what He had seen.

Contamination, but He did not know what it had turned into.

Regrettably, under the same Divine Ranking, Fu Qian had always been able to clearly distinguish which part was the true self.

Moreover, with the Tyrant form embodying a strong sense of supremacy, he had not been affected from the beginning.

Of course, the same might not apply to the Mal brothers.

Although he did not know what they had seen, there was undoubtedly some conflict between those two faces now.

“So many years… so this is it!”

The next moment, Malca’s slightly shrill voice rang out.

“Turns out I’m the real Malfoy, you stole my destiny!”

“You should have rotted in the womb!”

“Idiot! Don’t make excuses for your incompetence. And right now, you’re on my belly.”

Malfoy’s retort was instantaneous, his resentment almost palpable.

“As one, we are the complete Blasphemous King!”

“And you, how should I address you?”

As the two pulled and tugged fiercely at each other, Fu Qian sighed at the importance of brotherhood and then turned to the two grand Darkfire claws to ask.

Almost instantly, they had stopped attacking him.

Even now, one of the giant claws supported the ground, and the tip of the Darkfire Cage seemed to outline a familiar face.

Was it really that being from Unseen Hillock who used underhanded tricks?

It seems that the abnormalities there were indeed related to Him.

Then, considering I’ve found the cocoon again this time, it’s surely a mixture of new grudges and old.

What a pity that last time you attacked without honor, and now you’re free to glare all you want.

Fu Qian looked up nonchalantly, even nodding in greeting.

No Divine Punishment descended.

This august entity appeared to be on high alert.

Fu Qian silently arrived at a conclusion.

Clearly, it wasn’t about him.

It seems that the Blasphemous King who emerged from the lantern had a pretty good effect.

The ranking of this face wouldn’t be lower than that of the Pseudo-Divine Being he had become. Logically, he should have easily handled it, but the Blasphemous King probably expended more effort on this fellow peer.

That wasn’t surprising. A distortion reflected might just be an illusion, and this entity wasn’t that strong, obviously just a desperate projection searching for revenge through the last ripple of that giant cocoon.

If there was a real chance to contaminate a being of the same level, it would certainly be much more valuable to the Blasphemous King than dealing with small fry like himself.

Hmm?

In the midst of Fu Qian’s commentary, he heard the Blasphemous King, who had been silent, exclaim in surprise.

Following his gaze, Fu Qian spotted Ji Liushuang standing there, lost in the vast closeness.

And the next moment, she had taken a step forward.

Are you casting your net wide, not sparing even such small fry?

…

Theoretically, Miss Liushuang’s level should not have caught the attention of such Divine Beings.

Not to mention that under the Darkfire Cage, the influence of the Blasphemous King couldn’t easily penetrate outside, and she shouldn’t have been able to see anything forbidden. Influencing her would not be easy.

But now, Fu Qian realized why Miss Liushuang had become a target—she had leveled up.

The sword that slew Ji Ping seemed to have skyrocketed her experience.

Yes, even in the face of two Evil Gods, Fu Qian had still managed to pay some attention to the direction of the conference.

And it looked like her Sword Heart Enlightenment had also leveled up with her Ranking.

As expected from the Sword Intent admired by the head of the Swordsmanship Department, the effect was outstanding, enabling her to see what she shouldn’t have seen the first time.

…

“I’ll leave you to chat; I’m going to check on Elder Lu.”

A unique impulse, surfacing in her heart and adding to her innate desire, finally broke through a threshold.

Ji Liushuang went through the door without looking back, leaving behind a faint suggestion.

“You can come too.”

Come too?

To a battlefield clearly confronted by a more powerful being?

Even the already shaking crowd was startled by her actions.

The higher the Ranking, the more aware one is of the dangers on the path to transcendence.

Being cautious in this situation was not an overreaction, yet you chose to approach?

So confident in your Demigod Lu?

No one responded to her at that time.

And Ji Liushuang didn’t mind. After stepping out, she looked up at the battle, touching something in the vast distance. Taking a step forward, she vanished from where she stood.