Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 2551: Chapter 2546: Unwilling to Return

Does the Ancient Sun God really not wish to return?

Persistence pays off, and after some maneuvers, a truly significant commotion was stirred up, akin to a victory of conspiracy theories.

Though, for Fu Qian, it seems somewhat counterintuitive.

There can be many explanations, such as theoretically the sun has completely fallen, just like Ariel once did, the questioner is merely invoking a divine descent under special conditions.

So although this power is vast, it doesn’t contain the will of the Ancient Sun God; it simply couldn’t ignore such an Evil Demon.

Fu Qian is not unfamiliar with this atmosphere where everyone condemns me, yet still, it feels somewhat overly pessimistic.

There is even a subtle discord—so intense now, why was it so low-profile before?

Don’t forget, from the beginning to just now, not a trace of light has been seen, allowing such Evil Demons to wreak havoc unchecked.

If it weren’t for fully exercising professional skepticism, one might not even know of this formidable lurking power by the time the third round of Engraving Wisdom shattered.

From this perspective, there seems to be some subjective initiative, making the overall impression quite awkward.

What a pity, a change in faith discerned from those few words, yet the person involved shows no desire to communicate.

Amongst the fervent laughter, even the overlapping illusory form is rapidly dissipating, feeling liberated amid purity—though it also incidentally redeems the masses.

The worrying circumstance Fu Qian anticipated finally came to pass at that moment.

Under the struggle of two Superior Beings’ powers, this place can no longer be described as just a Lighthouse; anyone who saw it without going blind might consider it a sign of ”ushering in a new era for humanity.”

But ultimately it was a fleeting moment; soon everything, including the light itself, shattered with a roar.

Even the third round of Engraving Wisdom could not hold on.

And until Fu Qian realized he was already seated, there was no further movement from the sun.

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It truly is, Engraving Wisdom connected in succession.

Unsurprisingly, sitting steadily, Fu Qian immediately examined a ring in his hand.

Tyrant’s Mechanical Fist, transformed into a timer, clearly proving time has returned to the initial door-opening moment.

Considering the abrupt environmental shift, it looks like being trapped in an endless cycle of Engraving Wisdom.

Also in the worst-case scenario—Fu Qian’s gaze continued upward.

Not only are there tiny burn holes on the fingers, but the entire outfit disintegrated, leaving only hastily crafted covers.

Consumption and damage are inherited; although not severe, this stable deficit trend is truly concerning.

The only good news is that it seems like a familiar location?

Fu Qian finally scrutinized the surroundings, noting the abundant Academy style in the setup, even the chair beneath him is classical and exquisite.

Even the specific location of this place can be recognized, right next to the entrance hall.

The only issue is that it is severely dilapidated.

The chair is still sturdy, not wobbly, yet the area is indeed desolate, more obvious than the previous two times.

Although the overall structure of the building remains intact, chaos is pervasive, fragments everywhere.

Even the silver lines embedded everywhere are covered with a peculiar dust, duller than other spots.

The only improvement is that the lights are on.

Though they are dim like beans, they at least add a touch of life—or ghostly presence.

With the pervasive ruin and no sign of any living creature in sight thus far, having such lights in place induces a temptation to seek a coffin.

Nevertheless, Shendu is a virtue, and as a leading scholar, maintaining one’s image is essential.

Fu Qian snapped his fingers, swiftly pulling out a long robe starting from shorts.

Pure black base, serious style, covered by gray drapery on the shoulders and back.

Indeed, adapting to local customs, it’s the uniform of this ancient research institution.

Did not just replicate; Fu Qian conveniently completed the missing headdress, an extra square cap extending from the head, finally dangling a brightly colored tassel.

Prism of Radiant Transformation...

Murmuring a name in his heart while casually playing with the item.

Involved even in the matters here?

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[Typically appearing as a beautiful woman, with some authority overlapping with ”the sun.”]

The sun’s reaction earlier really is bizarre, but introducing a variable seems to explain the odd display.

The above sentence was Old Master Henry’s description of his oath-bearer, a certain Ancient Supreme, which is quite vivid to Fu Qian.

And in subsequent struggles, the person involved even personally demonstrated significant control over the sun.

Given the thirst to devour even the Abyss, this closely related esteemed name seems unlikely to be spared?

So is it possible behind that supernova, a living Superior Being exists? And it’s precisely someone familiar?

Not a baseless imagination, ponder what sort of person would neglect such a heaven-sent opportunity, seeking more leverage for return?

The simplest case, not needing a return at all.

According to Old Master Henry, that one’s condition is quite excellent.

In fact, thanks to good thinking habits, as suspicion arose that someone was discreetly hiding there, Fu Qian naturally considered several alternatives.

The suddenly erupting supernova was a mere aid in further pinpointing.

And even though no trace was revealed, integrating this answer proves evidence is found within the absence—night and Nightmare are too prolonged.

Due to this somewhat cryptic phrase, Prism of Radiant Transformation seems to possess an intensive need for discretion.

Even with such hatred, only setting a death trap within tasks, reluctant to any extra appearances.

Compare that with the previous situation to observe the high alignment in conception; awkward spots dissolve effortlessly.

Given the prior support to ascend into Pseudo-God, it should not be difficult for that one to recognize Fu Qian.

And with estranged old acquaintances, erroneous spacetime, unknowable intentions, it’s not hard to imagine a reluctance to appear for greetings.

In choosing to hide aside at such a time, patiently awaiting the end of errors, aligns well with the style of Prism of Radiant Transformation.

Even accidentally triggering reactions and decisively using the sun as camouflage seems like a choice that one would make.

Indeed, showing a seamless sensation in thought, but realizing so, was Lord Rainbow of Radiance involved in the Academy exploration accident back then as well?