Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 2010: Chapter 2005: Conversion

Deafening, the sound lingers in the air, pure enlightenment, ascension from the ground...

It’s a rather wonderful feeling, as if my mind has turned into dough, being stretched and kneaded to smooth out the creases, and even within, bubbles are continually rising, making everything dimensional like a honeycomb...

Indeed, my gun version is still too simple and crude; the true gospel cannot be described simply as a mental shock.

If the Seed of Ecstasy previously encountered was the switch to open the Fallen, planting a blood-sucking vine deep in the will, the gospel heard at this moment is the opposite extreme.

Wisdom, knowledge, mystery... impossible to decode, difficult to describe, yet evidently similar concepts directly infused into the self, helping to ”become a better self.”

The impact certainly exists, but as the saying goes, no destruction means no establishment; it is clearly the heavy hammer breaking the shackles, illuminating the self in a clear mirror.

Only then can one realize what the True Self is—thus realize the warmth of the mother’s embrace.

Yes, everything is so natural.

Obviously, standing firm amid raging waves, benefiting from the disaster to gain deeper insight into one’s essence, but accompanying it is a sense of intimacy with the source of those waves.

It’s certainly not a simple misdirection.

Feeling every bit as the Abandonment King, although the opponent’s pressure is more exaggerated than the previous Fungus Emperor, Fu Qian is very sure there is no hidden contamination; the self remains relatively intact.

That is a true, undeniable fact.

It’s like first teaching you how to read, then placing a paternity test report in front of you.

Even if one can resist the impulse to return to the embrace, this awareness is difficult to erase, eternally calling.

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This thing... is quite formidable.

Extraordinary Mother? Seems a bit exaggerated.

But this feeling, indeed, is unchallengeable even from the perspective of the Abandonment King.

The source there seems to resonate with multiple aspects of one’s essence; if responding to the call and embracing it, one might truly become a sublimated self in some sense.

What kind of authority is this? Mother of all?

Fu Qian naturally won’t believe he was truly born from this thing; let’s not forget he’s currently wearing the skin of the Abandonment King.

But was the Abandonment King born from that thing?

This point can’t seem to be completely denied.

After all, in the ”Mythical Stories” Veil told before, the emergence of Superior Beings seems indeed to follow a sequence.

If so, having a propagation source for all supernatural existences seems not impossible.

But not denying doesn’t mean one must accept it.

Ancient Tyrant, Abandonment King, no matter the angle, the skin he wears clearly represents the pinnacle of the path to godhood, with complete power and authority.

Economically independent adult children called back home, the motive can hardly not seem delicate.

Especially having already seen enough of this ”mother’s” means.

Clearly not some cheerful character; if not for the Abandonment King’s form, listening to this gospel even for a moment might make going home an involuntary decision.

Even far at the Unseen Hillock, there’s a victim displayed there.

Moreover, the variability and ubiquity of this ”His” power seem to be explained.

Some methods, perhaps, come from the transcendents returning to the embrace.

Like Melia’s Miracle, why has it become a breakthrough for Him to utilize—

As if to prove Fu Qian’s thoughts, a uniquely shaped giant hand has already slapped from behind.

Bone spurs viciously, blood dripping, mysterious patterns encircle its surface.

Although experiencing a terrifying impact, for Fu Qian, such methods are still difficult to complete a sneak attack.

Not only easily capturing the shape of the weapon, he even knows the attacker is the Demigod traveling alongside him.

No wonder it’s so convenient; these methods are indeed too fleshly, very much in line with Heaven’s Commencement Institute’s purpose.

Although Benevolence Institute is more vigorous in this world, Heaven’s Commencement has not tarnished its reputation.

But that’s not the point; the point is the equally hideous body behind the giant arm, representing Mythical Form with divinity patterns all over.

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Complete Mythical Form? Indeed, enlightenment is not just talk.

Bang!

Before the giant arm hits, Fu Qian has already struck first, smacking that deformed body and sending it flying, even breaking into several pieces in the air.

The pieces behave tenaciously, pulling at each other, even striving to recombine.

Although ultimately unsuccessful, no overly fleshly weird things emerge from inside.

”The conversion version is indeed different...”

And while assessing the feel, Fu Qian does not stingy on praise.

Old Master Logan once taught that even for High-level Extraordinary, Mythical Form is not easy to control.

Especially for Demigods, being able to change in parts is already rare.

Yet this suspected elite of Heaven’s Commencement Institute, without batting an eye, comes directly with a hundred percent form?

Rather than explaining it simply as innate talent, Fu Qian leans toward enlightenment gained from listening to the gospel.

The previous feeling seems accurate; returning to the embrace of ”Mother” would become a better self.

In addition, from beginning to end, this Heaven’s Commencement Demigod never showed classic power forms like dark flame.

If he were to go outside, undoubtedly, he would continue being regarded as a bloodline-system contestant.

To those influenced by their own authority, the Mother of the Gospel appears not inclined to overtly convert them into her minions, but lets them continue lurking in other paths to godhood.

On the surface, everything looks normal, yet beneath the feet, ”Clear and Bright” is inscribed in large characters.

Such a silent, pervasive source of pollution in the Supernatural World is formidable—yet precautions are necessary.

The Demigod collapses into a mound, but the commotion hasn’t stopped; spectators are still plentiful.

The actions of those whose minds are annihilated are not clever, relying almost purely on instinct, but the upside is a fearless attitude.

Fu Qian even sees some kind of bizarre expansion directly appearing on Mr. Feng Yunhong’s body.

... So there’s really no new trick? Not only is the ranking stable, the ultimate move is still this?

Recalling the scene of the Angel of Comfort chasing and self-destructing against him, even Fu Qian at that moment felt an overwhelming urge to ridicule.

Boom!

Of course, this time Mr. Feng Sr. won’t be that bothered.

Twisting, lifting a leg, the iron boot comes down.

In the gospel bringing infinite enlightenment, the discordant and violent notes resound loudly.

Not only does it disintegrate the ultimate move Mr. Feng Sr. has not yet displayed, but also together with the spectators showcasing their divine powers, they all turn into a mist of blood under this assistance.