Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 2569: Chapter 2564: The Answer Lies Beneath Your Feet

Interesting.

Did the Doorkeeper really not boast? Has he really gotten close to the answer?

A certain concept known as ”notebook” has undoubtedly been a recurring element ever since we found this place.

But to be honest, in most situations, it seems easy for people to dismiss it as mere self-boasting—haven’t found it means haven’t found it, claiming it’s almost found is akin to saying the homework was taken by a dog halfway through.

However, this time with a person missing, a notebook that isn’t lost makes one have a new perspective.

Indeed, insiders see the real story.

This same sentence written at least hundreds of times may look like a horror story to others.

The notebook’s owner has been driven insane by his persistent lack of answers.

But for Fu Qian, this seems to be the answer to a previously concerned question—

Why do researchers from this place always discuss ”the beginning of the world” together with ”the end of the Transcendent”?

Apparently, the speculation at the time wasn’t baseless; for this research organization, it had already made a conclusion equating both concepts.

Although the exact location hasn’t been found, knowing the two points coincide...

From this perspective, the Doorkeeper’s statement back then was spot on, he was really just one step away from the answer.

So here comes the question, why is ”the starting point the endpoint”?

There are still several blank pages left, can’t it be that ”this place is too small to jot down a beautiful answer”?

Children know that only writing the conclusion would result in losing points.

In his musings, Fu Qian wastes no time in his commentary, and with a long sigh, he puts the notebook back.

What could be in that back room is now even more intriguing.

”Why is the starting point the endpoint?”

Amidst expectations, Fu Qian doesn’t forget the spirit of knowledge sharing, turning to Ah Fei outside the door and asks.

Although the latter has become increasingly dazed, making one doubt if he can even understand.

”...because the you who crosses the starting point is no longer the original you?”

Relievingly, Ah Fei not only heard but also seems to have understood.

After several seconds of silence, he really provides an answer.

Although it sounds a bit idealistic, considering his mental state, it indeed possesses a certain profound simplicity.

Just before this, in his struggle with the Sun Apostle, was Ah Fei not redefining himself?

”Not bad, I thought you’d say it’s a circular path.”

Without getting a riddle-like answer to this kind of question, Fu Qian appears quite satisfied.

”Let’s go, see if what you said is right.”

...

The back room is just the classroom at the back, the Hunter is the killer on the hunt.

And now the Hunter stands before the back room.

Fu Qian wasn’t intending to describe it so grandly, but Ah Fei, who increasingly lacks traces of ”humanity,” using the giant sword to steady his body at the door, presents quite a fitting scene.

”Welcome, welcome!”

However, the world always hides stronger within the strong, almost right after Ah Fei stands, a greeting echoes from behind the door.

”Come in, the timing is just right.”

Not only does it sound meticulously planned, it also extends an enthusiastic invitation.

Moreover, the missing chains on the door seem to further prove it’s a sincere invite rather than a polite exchange.

Whether to accept—creak!

Despite being referred to as a tool, even possessing the self-awareness as one, Ah Fei, in his actions, still shows considerable autonomy.

He doesn’t even turn back, directly using his body to push open the heavy door, generously answering the invitation.

This is a true tool of a person!

To this, Fu Qian’s reaction is naturally one of admiration, following behind to enter, winning soldiers and following the scenery.

Needing orders for every action, such a thing is a mere tool.

Once given a person’s designation, more subjective initiative is required.

Of course, when the definition is broadened so much, the risk of anyone inadvertently becoming a tool of a person greatly increases—

”Witness the new Creator, the Weaver of Wisdom!”

The tiers of the lecture hall still exude an imposing grandeur, even making the echo of voices resonate more deeply.

Yet no matter how grand, it doesn’t surpass the content of the speech, a silhouette at the deepest part of the tiers raises hands high to vividly demonstrate what it means to be unflinching.

Indeed, finally, another finely dressed figure is seen.

For a moment, even Fu Qian nods, giving high praise.

The ’Doorkeeper’ brother may not like to appear publicly, but privately he still cares about his image.

...

Indeed, Fu Qian confirms this is an old acquaintance.

He’s just not the Thinker previously trapped here, sitting in meditative silence.

Instead, it’s the Doorkeeper who guided him here, tasked with finding the notebook.

Despite the familiar voice, there’s now a completely different lively spirit, full of vigor as if he just passed an important exam.

Certainly, interpreting from the surface meaning of his words, it’s far more exaggerated than passing an exam.

The new Creator?

Fu Qian has seen many old and new Superior Beings, but there are truly few daring enough to claim such a title.

Even the Weaver of Wisdom sounds even more exaggerated.

The Blind Eye Holy Grail, claiming to possess all-knowing authority, merely pursues and grasps knowledge, yet you claim to weave it directly?

Only a Superior Being truly knows how audacious two casually mentioned titles can be.

Compared to many stubborn old hands, Fu Qian, being essentially a revamp of the Tyrant, remains quite tolerant toward these things.

For a moment, Fu Qian didn’t mock with words, but genuinely accepted the suggestion, attempting to witness the glory of the Creator of Wisdom.

As mentioned before, this person is the successor to the Sun Apostle, dressed in uniform remembering to wear a hat.

Even with an equally simple-minded face, not showing his true countenance.

But it must be said, such an image paired with the proclaimed content brings an even more marvelous extreme contrast.

Moreover, the Creator of Wisdom is the only one in the classroom behind the door, the Thinker encountered earlier is gone without a trace.

Despite the surroundings being relatively dilapidated, there are no obvious signs of a struggle.

It doesn’t look like the Doorkeeper found this place and physically defeated his peer to achieve academic victory.

Rather, he truly glimpsed the secrets of heaven and eventually unearthed the world’s code—Fu Qian’s gaze falls on what lies at the feet of the Creator of Wisdom.

There is nothing there, but the mere usage of the word ”there” is already significant enough.

For Fu Qian, using the slightly tilted twelve-sided hourglass as a distant reference, easily judges that as the correct position.

At this moment, the Creator of Wisdom stands precisely on the ”drop point,” without deviation.