Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 1476: Chapter 1474: Deathwish

Half a step into the Middle Tier, half asleep and half awake, half alive and half dead.

Under the many added talents, Jiang En in the room didn’t even make a sound, directly closing his eyes to enter the Clear Dream Ring.

”So, have you thought it through? What kind of ceremony shall we design for North’s Jiangen?”

As a Hypnotist, Fu Qian didn’t rush into operation but returned his consciousness to reality, consulting the girl advisor beside him.

Uh...

Expert Fu spoke so freely that Wen Li instantly realized there was no need to worry about the people inside hearing them.

Even so, her beautiful eyebrows slightly furrowed, seemingly unable to make a decision.

The nature of the current actions depends on the interpretation, almost equivalent to fate manipulation to some extent.

Such a divine matter suddenly fell on her shoulders, making her feel the heavy weight of responsibility.

”Didn’t you just express a lot of feelings earlier, realizing that the difficulty varies for everyone only after truly crossing that threshold?”

After all, it was overtime during the lunch break, so Fu Qian wasn’t demanding speed, just asking slightly peculiarly.

On the way here, when it came to the ceremony issue, Wen Li, relaxing her posture, expressed some sentiments upon integrating into the Shangjing Supernatural Community and learning more about the paths to ascension.

Fu Qian thus let her reminisce more for reference.

”This is indeed my deepest realization, though some ceremonies are simple, their methods are rather peculiar.”

”Also, I believe with Jiang En’s enthusiasm, he must have gathered information about this, so if he’s heard of it, wouldn’t it be hard to convince him?”

”No worries, just pick one.”

Miss Wen indeed had a meticulous mind, but in the face of her concerns, the client displayed a very free style.

”Color, fragrance, taste, pleasing to the eye, good-sounding name, any of these standards will do.”

...

Such a serious matter suddenly felt like buying vegetables in a market, and the contrast made Wen Li feel especially strange.

However, within this brief conversation, she complied with the request and made the final comparison, making a decision.

”There is a ceremony I’ve heard Chief Yuan speak of, which I think might be suitable, and it’s called the Death Wish by those who have used it.”

Is the reliability of information through the Night Watchman channels placed first?

Miss Wen truly didn’t want to waste this opportunity for others.

”Let’s hear it.”

Making a gesture, Fu Qian expressed satisfaction with the name of the ceremony.

After all, the theme this time is about rising from the ashes.

”No extra material preparation is needed. This ceremony requires placing the body in Darkness, then cutting a constantly bleeding wound.”

Wen Li, with an excellent memory, began to describe without any delay after receiving encouragement.

”Then sit still, lock your will on a certain point of the body, and never focus on the whole process of stepping into death.”

”Until this separation of spirit and body draws the attention of Divine Beings, using high-level attacks to destroy what your will is locked onto.”

...

Interesting... at least the name fits well.

Evaluating the work Wen Li handed over, Fu Qian nodded slightly in the face of her expectant gaze, as a sign of approval.

The will separation in the death process, this special contrast causing attention, although sounding bizarre and brutal, does have a ceremonial essence.

And although it doesn’t involve overly special tools, completing this ceremony is still not easy.

Forcing oneself to completely ignore the step into death is an operation absolutely against human nature, requiring exaggerated will and courage.

Even if someone calculates the time in advance to guard nearby, without much worry about real life threats, it’s still a huge test for the person in Darkness.

The final result may even be the will’s dedication being destroyed completely by divine attacks, which indeed carries a bit of the cruel contrast of the Heavenly Dao.

”According to Chief Yuan, more than one person has broken through the bottleneck of the Middle Tier using this method before, so I think its reliability is sufficient.”

With encouragement, Wen Li, feeling invigorated, also actively explained her choice’s reasons.

”Besides, I only heard of this ceremony from Chief Yuan, so it should be relatively secret, making the chance of Jiang En knowing about it quite small.”

”It’s also simple to operate, and there’s already a Divine Being present.”

Fu Qian pointed to himself and added, recognizing the thought behind Wen Li’s choice.

”A very good choice, let’s go with this, there shouldn’t be any specific requirements on where to lock the will?”

Hehe...

Receiving approval, Wen Li giggled and shook her head.

”There shouldn’t be any. Chief Yuan also mentioned there was a fool who focused his will on where it shouldn’t have been, so although he ascended successfully, he ended up lonely for the rest of his life.”

...

The Supernatural Realm indeed is full of hidden talents.

The ending of dying lonely is undoubtedly intriguing, causing Fu Qian to sigh.

”I believe Brother Jiang En will have other choices, place the items here, and let’s wait and see.”

Without wasting time, the next moment Fu Qian gestured with his chin to the side.

”Huh? Does this... need repackaging?”

With the efficiency of this progression, Wen Li found it hard to conceal her shock.

Mr. Fu clearly seemed to have no intention of showing up, fitting his usual low-key style.

But even if you can instill the ceremonial content from afar, a potion appearing out of nowhere doesn’t quite make sense, right?

”No need.”

However, facing her reminder, Fu Qian remained confident, indicating there was no need for such troubles.

”It’s originally something Brother Jiang En put in himself.”

”...Okay.”

...

What’s going on, is it just an illusion...

At a certain moment, as if waking up from a nightmare, Jiang En sat up somewhat dazed, instinctively reaching for his left arm first.

The pain persisted, and the item he acquired at an auction remained firmly worn there.

However, instead of feeling relieved for not losing anything, he clenched his fists, carefully catching a certain bizarre, never-before-heard advancement ceremony in his consciousness.

Its source even lay in the Extraordinary Item on his arm.

For a moment, he was almost unable to confirm if the situation was real, subconsciously replaying the series of experiences in his mind just now—

Even though he didn’t know the meaning of still wearing such an item in his current state.

But just now, a special change indeed happened on it.

The spikes pierced into his arm, and the Fangthroat that had been feasting on his flesh and blood for many days, conveyed a peculiar heat at one point.

And after subconsciously removing it, the Extraordinary Item unexpectedly seeped droplets of semi-transparent liquid.

Accompanying this was a string of voices echoing in his consciousness—after receiving enough nourishment from flesh and blood, the ancient prohibition left on Fangthroat finally activated.

A secret hidden for years, never discovered by anyone.

His last shred of obsession has been rewarded after all.