Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 1286: Chapter 1284: Loss of Image (28)

“Do you even know what you’re saying?”

It was clear that, for Yack, certain things were strictly sacred and beyond desecration.

Fu Qian’s reverse reasoning against the divine law successfully pushed this noble member of the Bloodline Clan into abandoning all lessons from logic class within a second, diving straight into pure emotional expression.

“Do you even understand certain concepts? Do you know why the Bloodline Clan is called the Children of the Stars?”

“Why?”

Fu Qian generously played along with a question.

“The stars shine, the divine law is the shining itself. The stars are eternal, and so the divine law is inherently correct.”

As he delivered these sentences, Yack’s demeanor was almost reverent in its solemnity.

“Unlike you polluted creations, every member of the Bloodline Clan is born with a blessing, enabling them to perceive the purest essence of this radiance.”

“How correct?”

The grandeur of this description was undeniable, and Fu Qian faintly nodded as he listened.

“It is as correct as the fact that if I were to kill you, you would die. Do you think that statement could ever be wrong?”

Yack sneered coldly, employing a metaphor brimming with aggression.

Killed, then dead?

“Not necessarily.”

Fu Qian genuinely considered his own circumstances for a moment and offered an honest assessment.

Admittedly, exchanges with Brother Yack often yielded ample enlightenment.

So divine law is the abstraction of the stars’ shining?

When aligned with the Celestial Sphere Sect’s doctrines, the logic indeed appeared seamless.

It even made the previously inexplicable phenomena surrounding Jane more comprehensible.

All their sleepless, painstaking efforts, yet the glimpse of heavenly insight they achieved was merely a scrap of that brilliance.

Jane, sharing in the glory of the Children of the Stars, evidently possessed far greater access to that divine insight.

As for why it eventually worked out, that too was simple.

Orintel’s mastery wasn’t limited to just the scraps—his final displayed technique likely approached the Bloodline Clan’s “purest essence.”

…

“Heh, honestly speaking, I don’t have to explain any of this to you.”

Unfortunately, Yack was evidently incapable of understanding Fu Qian’s honesty.

Dissatisfaction was etched on his face as he scoffed with contempt.

“Because unless you’ve experienced certain things, there’s simply no way to imagine them. One day, if you’re lucky enough to get close to the stars, you’ll realize the absurdity of your words.”

“A summer insect incapable of discussing ice? Not entirely incorrect, I suppose. So the stars, eternity, divine law…”

After a round of self-murmuring, Fu Qian finally wore an expression of newfound enlightenment.

“Looks like it’s very clear now—the problem lies with the stars.”

…

In that fleeting moment, the already icy atmosphere plunged to absolute zero.

Yack’s expression could best be described as if his ancestors’ graves had been desecrated.

“From this day onward, you are the enemy of the Bloodline Clan… Herbert.”

He spat out each word with chilling precision.

“An honor.”

Fu Qian continued escalating the hostility index.

“And to be honest, I’ve never even heard of this ‘Bloodline Clan’ or ‘Children of the Stars’ business until today. Clearly, the dominant force in Leytin is the Celestial Sphere Sect.”

“Even just now, Orintel showed up alone, and it seemed to have given you no small amount of trouble.”

“You’ll experience it soon enough.”

Perhaps the escalation triggered some emotional overload, causing a strange kind of calm. Despite his evident fury, Yack spoke with a semblance of composure.

“To the Bloodline Clan, worldly influence is meaningless. Would you care about how a colony of ants views you?”

“In fact, if we wished, even the act of ‘being seen’ could cease to exist.”

“Surely you’ve experienced it already, haven’t you?”

“Indeed. Is that through the divine law as well?”

Clearly referring to the evasion aura, Fu Qian nodded and asked.

“Naturally. It’s the most classic and exalted manifestation of the divine law’s protection, without exception. It’s also a blessing granted to almost every member of the Bloodline Clan from birth.”

“And thanks to it, the Bloodline Clan remains nothing more than a legend to this day.”

“After humans rendered the world excessively clamorous, everyone tacitly began hiding their identities. To be discovered became a kind of humiliation.”

Yack’s expression brimmed with arrogance.

“In short, it’s called ‘the Untouchables’!”

The name… Fu Qian couldn’t help shaking his head.

To be honest, though apt in a sense, it nevertheless felt a little strange.

The scenario Yack described wasn’t particularly surprising. In fact, it aligned well with the behavioral tendencies of their kind—the perpetual pursuit of ways to exude pretentious grandeur.

Of course, lofty beings disdainful of mingling with the ordinary masses, yet eager to maintain an air of elegance recognized by the very same masses? Think for a moment, and the contradiction becomes glaringly obvious.

“But now I’ve made contact.”

In the next moment, Fu Qian reminded him of the fresh reality of the situation.

…

The piercing immediacy of this realization rendered Brother Yack speechless, as if choking on the truth.

“I can imagine the gallant figures of the Children of the Stars across millennia.”

Yet Fu Qian seemed unfazed, lifting his arms in mock lamentation.

“But sorry, your description only brings to mind those things in the dense fog outside the city boundaries.”

“The Sect even called them the Forsaken of the Stars.”

“You bastard!”

After wave upon wave of provocation, Brother Yack finally cursed aloud.

Hah, do you think anyone could just claim the position of chief physician?

Seeing Yack boil over while remaining tight-lipped, Fu Qian sneered internally.

Clearly, Brother Yack had grown reluctant to voice any more opinions. Perhaps, after repeated frustrations, he’d realized the vanity of further discussion.

But whether he chose to speak or not was hardly under his control.

Such self-assured individuals are just too easy to provoke.

“Comparing impurities even filthier than yourself with the Bloodline Clan—I’m growing increasingly curious about your purpose in being here. In fact, that’s precisely why I stayed.”

Whatever that thing was, it clearly bore no relation to the Bloodline Clan. To the Bloodline Clan, it was evidently something more blasphemous than even Fu Qian’s polluted existence.

As he bore witness to Yack’s bat-like wings unfurling mightily once again, Fu Qian reviewed his gains, sighing internally.

It was obvious that the value extractable from words had nearly been entirely drained.

Next, he would have to resort to the language of the body.

“What an honor—I thought you stayed to uphold your principles.”

Fu Qian gestured toward Jane sprawled on the ground.

“Heh, principles don’t mean rigidity. Do you think this could be used to blackmail me?”

Predictably, Yack’s sneering reply came swiftly.

From his enormous bat wings extended sinuous crimson patterns, rising bit by bit from the ground with a chilling aura of blood.

Clearly, Brother Yack hadn’t been idle during their conversation.

“Adaptive and not rigid—how admirable. But perhaps you’ve forgotten today’s central theme again.”

Facing these developments, Fu Qian not only remained calm but even acted with calculated restraint before striking.

“My point is, could the solution you share in the Children of the Stars’ glory, by any chance, be reversed? To return her to being an ordinary person and resolve her problem that way.”

His mission was to purify the Blasphemous Blood. By all accounts, Jane’s predicament was rooted in the divine blessing she had received.

Judging by appearances, Yack’s ultimate solution had brought no small amount of trouble to his task.

“Oh, there is.”

Yack answered startlingly quickly.

“The divine law currently converging on her is fundamentally unrelated to me. It’s entirely tied to her connection with the stars.”

“Given the stars’ pervasive influence on this world, the solution is simple—just destroy the world, and you’re good to go.”

“That is indeed… a perspective.”

Though Yack’s tone was far from serious, Fu Qian listened intently.

The next moment, his form abruptly swelled, as the Brilliant Tyrant awakened.