Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 2360: Chapter 2355: Corpse Devourer

Its power is majestic, like the weeping of the sea and the singing of the whale.

Although he hadn’t heard it many times in total, Fu Qian was confident in his judgment.

When a True God roars like a Giant Dragon, there’s just a tinge of sorrow.

Looking again, not a single Dragon Scale was visible anywhere.

Indeed, amidst the crimson surges, many things emerged, but they appeared dirty and chaotic, seemingly unrelated to such legendary creatures.

For example, even the previously mentioned throne seemed to be soaked in blood, with more than half of it covered in swaying fleshy tendrils.

Honestly, this scene was somewhat familiar.

At that moment, the large mouth on his chest continued to tear at the crimson frenzy.

Squinting as he gazed ahead, Fu Qian sighed while feeling the stickiness beneath his feet and the strange smell at the tip of his nose.

This change was clearly due to his accelerated actions, and indeed, it was the purpose of doing so—was this the ancient frenzy of madness? Let me see madness first.

The facts proved that one should never take things for granted.

This crimson frenzy, suspected to be the pollution of an Ancient Tyrant, delivered a peculiar answer once it met his extreme taste.

The Burial Ground of Gods, that Blood Lake that once felt of ”Eternity,” where the Prism of Radiant Transformation had set its trap.

Indeed, although no deformed pillars were visible yet, Fu Qian seemed to already scent the stench of decay.

Even recalling the scene of pale, tender worms freely moving and devouring within his flesh.

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Was that place truly the source of the crimson frenzy?

One has to admit, purely from an artistic perspective, the consistency was quite high.

Although logically, it seemed a bit too bizarre.

This pollution, undeniably linked to the Tyrant, unexpectedly originated from a place he had been before, rather than melding with molten sand—it’s oddly not bizarre, but the merit of ”unscientific but logical” is actually rising.

Drinking deeply from it was never solely about confirming a hypothesis.

Don’t forget the ultimate deduction resulted in an unexplained paradox.

That was the Tyrant, capable of leaving some will behind amidst such schemes?

If this were true, not only would the motive become blurry, but the will of such a Superior Being as the Tyrant could further elevate its influence over the entire Supernatural System.

For Fu Qian, this acceleration maneuver aimed primarily at resolving this paradox.

And reality proved that the paradox might indeed be explained from another angle, suggesting that the Tyrant truly died thoroughly, only there were other reasons causing misdirection.

The ever-clearer scene before him first proved that inside the Abandoned Prison, there was no lingering, undigested pollution—the source of pollution was not here.

Meanwhile, the previous part of the deduction still held, as the umbilical cord he brought connected that side to here.

Why?

This was an unavoidable question, but the answer seemed simple—the place was the Burial Ground of Gods, with a part of the Tyrant buried there.

Remember, only the left and right hands of the Tyrant’s King’s Remains had been found before.

Thus, a new question emerged—why was the Tyrant buried there?

The Burial Ground was undoubtedly a very peculiar place, in a special 2D state, with bubble after bubble squeezing together.

While its rank was astonishing, the danger was also innumerable.

Even a difficult-to-access region for storerooms, once used by the predecessor Liliyana to avoid forced labor.

But weren’t the Tyrant thought dead in the Abandoned Prison; how could his corpse appear there?

Was he thrown in? Or did it represent some intrinsic aspect of the Supernatural World, where Superior Beings fall there upon death?

Without understanding the essence of the Burial Ground, it’s undeniably challenging to judge.

Fortunately, there was a point of reference ahead.

The decayed throne, although unseen during the two prior visits to the Blood Lake, still looked familiar—as if he had once sat upon it.

Silently calculating time, Fu Qian’s chest mouth opened wider, the crimson transforming into a more intense torrent, sharpening the already established connection with greater efficiency...

Indeed, no mistake, beneath the decay were familiar geometric lines.

Simplistic yet not simple, merely needing a coat of color—it was the Golden Throne atop the Wasteland’s Dragon Peak where he had once sat as a True King.

Everyone knew, it belonged to the Dragon King’s position, the Dragon King feigning scales.

And Fu Qian had personally been involved, knowing the Dragon King played a part in the downfall of the Tyrant, likely nearing death in the process.

However, regardless, a millennium later, he still had a bit of strength to lure the Oath Taker away.

Then at the time of the Tyrant’s dismemberment, should he not have been slightly better off?

In other words... did he devour a part?

Indeed, the Abandoned Prison, the Burial Ground, and the Golden Throne—these elements seemed far apart but weren’t that difficult to piece together.

This was merely a simple, brutal yet beautiful possibility.

Not only explaining why traces of the Dragon King appeared but also why Sunny was seen when the Burial Scroll was invoked today.

The Ancient Tyrant was indeed dead, but due to this action, the Dragon King established some connection with that concept.

He, even slightly breathing, was ”watching” him at the time.

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So unafraid of filth?

If the speculation is accurate, the Dragon King’s conduct was akin to filling one’s belly with arsenic, making years of poor conditions somewhat reasonable.

One might ask, then why consume arsenic?

Simply because among these Superiors, gatherings were almost solely motivated by interest.

If undetected, it was fine, but gravely injured on the brink of death, even merely to avoid being finished off, his choices were limited.

Ultimately, if the Dragon King remained as naive as those past experiences, finding himself in such a predicament was plausible.

One can’t even dismiss the possibility of the Dark Moon and others tacitly condoning such a method of dealing with the Tyrant.

Even if his spirit was already Annihilated, every part of his flesh had to be dissected and desecrated, as Tyrant’s Fist demonstrated such ruthlessness.

Otherwise, observing Dark Moon’s fine state, there would still have been various means of intervention.

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Indeed, knowledge is a risk in pursuit; the events during the Long Night seem to have added further details.

At that moment, Fu Qian gazed at the still empty throne, seemingly feeling the greater cruelty of that catastrophe.

Additionally, related to that Blood Lake, there were two other intriguing details.

First, if the main body was truly the Dragon King’s remains, why was there a Phoenix continually being nurtured inside?

Does it symbolize the beauty of dragon and phoenix soaring together? It’s quite fitting.

Then if it indeed pertained to the Tyrant, previously the Prism of Radiant Transformation surrounding the ”Eternity” and setting traps also seemed to exude the Superior’s multifaceted tactics.