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Chapter 1287: 1285: Loss of Image (29) · Oct 28, 2026

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1251 Chapter 1251: 1249: Excessively Extreme 2026-10-28
1252 Chapter 1252: 1250: Feint to the East, Attack in the West 2026-10-28
1253 Chapter 1253: 1251: Where There’s a Volunteer, There’s a Way 2026-10-28
1254 Chapter 1254: 1252: Strange Harvest 2026-10-28
1255 Chapter 1255: 1253: Dark Moon Gospel 2026-10-28
1256 Chapter 1256: 1254: The Real Spoils of War 2026-10-28
1257 Chapter 1257: 1255: Ladies, Handle with Care 2026-10-28
1258 Chapter 1258: 1256: The Skills of Extraction 2026-10-28
1259 Chapter 1259: 1257: Loss of Image (Part 1) 2026-10-28
1260 Chapter 1260: 1258: Loss of Image (Part 2) 2026-10-28
1261 Chapter 1261: 1259: Loss of Image (Part 3) 2026-10-28
1262 Chapter 1262: 1260: Loss of Image (4) 2026-10-28
1263 Chapter 1263: 1261: Loss of Image (5) 2026-10-28
1264 Chapter 1264: 1262: Loss of Image (6) 2026-10-28
1265 Chapter 1265: 1263: Loss of Image (7) 2026-10-28
1266 Chapter 1266: 1264: Loss of Image (8) 2026-10-28
1267 Chapter 1267: 1265: Loss of Image (9) 2026-10-28
1268 Chapter 1268: 1266: Loss of Image (10) 2026-10-28
1269 Chapter 1269: 1267: Loss of Image (11) 2026-10-28
1270 Chapter 1270: 1268: Loss of Image (12) 2026-10-28
1271 Chapter 1271: 1269: Loss of Image (13) 2026-10-28
1272 Chapter 1272: 1270: Loss of Image (14) 2026-10-28
1273 Chapter 1273: 1271: Lost Image (15) 2026-10-28
1274 Chapter 1274: 1272: Loss of Image (16) 2026-10-28
1275 Chapter 1275: 1273: Loss of Image (17) 2026-10-28
1276 Chapter 1276: 1274: Loss of Image (18) 2026-10-28
1277 Chapter 1277: 1275: Loss of Image (19) 2026-10-28
1278 Chapter 1278: 1276: Loss of Image (20) 2026-10-28
1279 Chapter 1279: 1277: Loss of Image (21) 2026-10-28
1280 Chapter 1280: 1278: Loss of Image (22) 2026-10-28
1281 Chapter 1281: 1279: Loss of Image (23) 2026-10-28
1282 Chapter 1282: 1280: Loss of Image (24) 2026-10-28
1283 Chapter 1283: 1281: Loss of Image (25) 2026-10-28
1284 Chapter 1284: 1282: Loss of Image (26) 2026-10-28
1285 Chapter 1285: 1283: Loss of Image (27) 2026-10-28
1286 Chapter 1286: 1284: Loss of Image (28) 2026-10-28
1287 Chapter 1287: 1285: Loss of Image (29) 2026-10-28
1288 Chapter 1288: 1286: Loss of Image (30) 2026-10-28
1289 Chapter 1289: 1287: Loss of Image (31) 2026-10-28
1290 Chapter 1290: 1288: Loss of Image (Complete) 2026-10-28
1291 Chapter 1291: 1289: Medical Treatment Is Best When There Is No Illness 2026-10-28
1292 Chapter 1292: 1290: Vampire’s Night Visit 2026-10-28
1293 Chapter 1293: 1291: An Old Friend Has Not Yet Slept 2026-10-28
1294 Chapter 1294: 1292: The Healer’s Scars 2026-10-28
1295 Chapter 1295: 1293: Lights 2026-10-28
1296 Chapter 1296: 1294: Xin Yan 2026-10-28
1297 Chapter 1297: 1295: Fallen Sanctuary 2026-10-28
1298 Chapter 1298: 1296: An Unconventional Extreme 2026-10-28
1299 Chapter 1299: 1297: Gazing into the Leap 2026-10-28
1300 Chapter 1300: 1298: Sunrise and Invitation 2026-10-28

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?

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