Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 2607: Chapter 2602: A Kaleidoscopic Melody (End of Volume)

All those are wonderful, but I refuse.

Some things are easy to say but difficult to do, even with the forewarning of colleagues’ experiences.

Although he didn’t communicate much with Mr. Li Sr., Fu Qian still admired him when imagining some possible scenarios.

This is a further step into the Supernatural World, far beyond the pursuit of fame and fortune in the ordinary sense.

Even sayings like ”material possessions” and ”born with nothing, die with nothing” have become obsolete; this is true sublimation, like the transformation from a worm to a human.

Moreover, Mr. Li Sr. seemed to have grasped a few aspects of the Heavenly Dao True Meaning, potentially freeing himself from the shackles of the mortal world.

It’s hard to say whether the Night Watchman helped in this regard, but just having the determination was already a formidable achievement.

Additionally, could Lady Ji Ning’s dissatisfaction with Mr. Li Sr. be related to this?

Suddenly resigning from a high position is one thing, but to unexpectedly waste away as a promising High-level Extraordinary indeed touches on serious issues of ambition.

Mr. Li Sr.’s style likely means that he won’t disclose the truth to others, leading to misunderstandings that will grow from that initial seed.

Perhaps Lady Ji Ning isn’t simply hoping for her husband to become successful, but rather worrying that Mr. Li Sr. is feigning happiness and trying to guide him.

Unfortunately, without telling her the truth, she’ll never believe that she succeeded in guiding him.

Overall, it reflects the tangled state between the two of them.

Of course, these are other people’s affairs, and this analysis occurred automatically, a consequence of being widely read.

Fu Qian himself had no intention of interfering, nor any intent to visit.

If there’s a chance later to chat with Mr. Li Sr. reminiscing at the Academy, that would be nice.

Yes, Fu Qian is quite sure the Academy will still be there later, and there will indeed be a place to sit.

As for the reason... he toyed with the pen in his hand.

Whether it is Doomsday, is certainly up to the scriptwriter.

The true path to becoming God? Anchoring the Doomsday to prove the golden body? Eradicate all hidden dangers and finally feast?

Though these questions carry a lot of Momentum, they seem unaware of the Academy’s forebears’ integrity.

And sorry but I refuse as well.

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This is the advantage of the great freedom in interpreting literary works.

The title of the third act was filled in that way, yet it wasn’t the most natural.

The core of the scene was obviously happening in the rear chamber.

The Thinker pursuing answers but unable to obtain them finally joins the forebears to form a computation matrix and finds the true answer.

Linking this to the entire script’s content, what the answer refers to is undoubtedly the truth about Doomsday.

The Thinker, considered an anomaly, was always right, leaning on the second act’s title, belonging to the group ”Shadows” behind the door, unqualified to judge the ”Light”.

Thus theoretically, this act should have been named ”The Light Chaser” for appropriateness.

It thoroughly defines the theme of the script and represents the ultimate answer to whether Doomsday is true or false.

What a pity, the Thinker brother ended up defining himself as the one who gazes at shadows.

Including that final scene worthy of Shattering Void, all ”turned into part of the shadow”.

So the entire story instantly took a dramatic turn, becoming a cliché conspiracy theory.

The light desperately sought was false, while the Fools hiding behind the door were indeed correct... therefore tomorrow the sun will still rise as usual.

Now, let’s see if this second-rate script can pass the review—seems like it can.

Turns out this drama without romantic scenes was quickly approved.

Not only did the title of the third act not disappear, but instead each word became vivid at that moment.

The experiences of the five acts of Engraving Wisdom flash overlapping before the eyes in a special way, like the legendary moving lantern.

Certainly, no one is going to hang; conversely, such a scene adds a normalcy to the Crystal Apocalypse.

Swish!

Even further, at a certain moment everything suddenly shattered, and the Doomsday Melody abruptly ceased, leaving only the sound of waves lingering in the ears.

...

Is this indeed the interpretation?

Of course, it’s clear that it’s the sound of the Sea of Ashes, Fu Qian easily confirmed his script conjecture was correct.

By filling in the blanks within the rules, transforming it into a harmonious whole, this seamless Engraving Wisdom can end.

Even the timing was perfect; Fu Qian toyed with the ”Mechanical Fist” in his hand, confirming he had returned to the initial moment of pushing the door.

The only pity is, now there was no door anymore.

Not only was the building once seen gone without a trace, even the Inverted Lake holding it was missing without a sign.

Above his head was the night sky before dawn; beneath his feet was commonplace ashes, emitting an unpleasant aura.

The Whale, Crystal, Script... all elements related to Doomsday seemed to have been entirely collected by Lord Fool as the story ended.

Even because this audience couldn’t grasp the essence, not a trace of movie memento remained, not even the former Diamond Body Skin.

Fu Qian glanced at himself, shook his head, and withdrew the Mythical Form for understatement.

The crucial point was not the only change; Lord Fool seemed to have also taken the ticket fee along the way.

Fu Qian was quite sure that at this moment one cell in his Insight was vacated, and ”Engraving Wisdom” had disappeared.

Though theoretically a good thing, no longer disturbed by ”Mistaken Space-Time”, Fu Qian, who never felt bothered, regarded this as a loss.

Because of collaborating on the script with Lord Fool, is Inspiration depleted?

It makes sense, especially as it was someone else’s to begin with—wait, who said Lord Fool left no movie mementos?

At that moment, Fu Qian didn’t really mind; he just checked the things at hand.

The fool statue, umbilical cord... finally, his gaze fell on the face of the Clown.

The already extravagant face had a bleeding wound at the corner of each eye, like crying blood tears.

Did you indeed get a signature? Technically speaking, you should be the least connected with this place, right?

But the last moment not reclaiming these items indeed showed a thought of possibly fishing something up.

Thus, though surprised, Fu Qian nonetheless donned the mask the next moment.

And what appeared before his eyes was astonishingly an ”unexpectedly conceived path”.

Indeed it was a path, transcending above the surging ashes, clearly straight yet abstract, even without Extraordinary Perception it was leading to beyond the deep sea, appearing similar to the Thread of Concern.

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Is this the legendary drama?

Was it completely still inside, now directly receiving a holistic guide?

After giving up a possible divine ceremony, does this face unattached to becoming God in turn become attached? Just follow and it’s the Divine Road?

Isn’t it a bit too abstract, if seen by Lord Destiny Snake would curse as a blasphemous freak again.

Furthermore, this research garnered substantial results, and plenty of consumables were used, indeed it’s time to consider drawing an end.

After a moment of perception, Fu Qian temporarily took off the mask, tidied up, and once again sighed over the importance of proper preparation for research.

Though one of the small items seemed not to have been useful.

Digging out a harmonica-like item, Fu Qian played it in his hand.

Indeed, this is the imitation fish lure he asked Cass to find.

It only shows that regarding the instruments Mermaids favor, everyone seems quite unanimous in thought.

Also comparatively speaking, this one is noticeably more compact without using any biological materials.

The original reason for bringing this was considering using Mermaids as radar if necessary, now clearly there’s no need—yet who claimed it was prepared in vain?

Trying the harmonica at his lips, Fu Qian recalled the various melodies Miss Wen hummed while sparring, picking a slightly more joyful one and played.

At the moment the Doomsday Melody ”dissipated”.

A Kaleidoscope tune, but played for the Fool.

(End of the tenth part of twilight)

By the way, taking a couple of days off for rest, preparing for the new volume, normal updates on the 30th of this month.