Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 853: Chapter 851: Ignite (25) Chapter 853: Chapter 851: Ignite (25) Such bright fire was far more exaggerated than what Xiumeng held in his hands.

So, this was his mission target?

The You Sui Saint had self-immolated, and he was expected to play the healer?

He was attacked without a word exchanged, but considering that the humanoid ghosts moved incredibly slow, Fu Qian remained calm and analyzed the situation.

Although he had come here at Yuan Fang’s request, ultimately, the completion of the mission was paramount; otherwise, everything would be meaningless.

The scene before him could be described as ceaselessly accelerating from the moment he entered the mission, cornering his prey step by step.

If this was indeed the target, the simplest way to complete the mission would seem to kill the figure before him.

The issue was, despite its ordinary appearance, its ranking was extraordinarily exaggerated.

The moment he was locked by the humanoid ghosts, Fu Qian was keenly aware that the entity before him was nearly at the Divine Tier, if not already there.

This meant that killing it wouldn’t be easy.

During his thoughts, Fu Qian easily dodged several drifting humanoid ghosts.

Even as they neared, trying to extend their arms to embrace him, Fu Qian certainly wasn’t going to let them succeed.

And naturally, the skills of the Divine Beings weren’t easy to counter.

Not only did more humanoid ghosts appear on the giant tongue, but those that missed didn’t vanish at all; they circled in the air and came back for another pass.

Something didn’t feel right.

Feeling slightly off, Fu Qian still chose not to confront them directly but dodged them again.

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Theoretically, with Fu Qian’s current eyesight and speed, even if there were ten times more ghosts, he could stroll leisurely among them.

But at that moment, he faintly felt that these entities weren’t just blindly pursuing him.

Every move he made seemed to provoke their reaction, predicting his landing spots as if they knew in advance.

That’s why he decided to try again.

It turned out that dodging them was far more challenging than he had imagined, even requiring him to change directions continuously to avoid their embrace.

Meanwhile, new ghosts continued appearing incessantly, soon filling the sky with their presence.

In Fu Qian’s mind, the scene before him resembled a game of Go, with his exits being sealed off step by step until only one choice remained.

Something was genuinely off—it felt as if the script were already written.

Keenly aware of this change, an ominous premonition rose in Fu Qian’s heart.

It was just like the first time he walked the streets of the Unseen Hillock, the feelings evoked by all he had seen.

As an outsider, was he being slowly assimilated?

If this reached its limit, could Yuan Fang predict his future?

With these thoughts, Fu Qian stopped dodging, launching several Air Bullets that whistled toward the nearest ghosts.

…

As expected, though naturally slower than the Air Bullets, the ghosts instantly altered their course, their movements becoming swifter as the Air Bullets drew nearer.

It appeared as if the Air Bullets were driving their evasion.

It wasn’t an illusion.

Witnessing this, Fu Qian didn’t continue his futile efforts but activated the Old Day’s Mark.

Using a powerful skill that unleashed thousands of tendrils, forcing these entities into an unavoidable situation was one strategy, but considering the forces attached, Fu Qian wasn’t keen on direct contact.

At this moment, this self-harming Authority Level Skill undoubtedly became the best option.

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Fu Qian’s actions had immediate effects.

The seemingly insubstantial ghosts couldn’t escape the damage from the Old Day’s Mark.

The closest batch was nearly instantly shredded beyond recognition, swiftly dissipating.

Those further away rapidly scattered to avoid the same fate.

Regrettably, at Fu Qian’s speed, they were quickly caught and obliterated.

Even amidst the chaos, Fu Qian had the time to scrutinize these ghosts’ appearances.

The details were quite rich, showing distinct male, female, old, and young features—could they all be residents of the Unseen Hillock?

The issue was, the presence before him was untouchable to the natives, negating the likelihood of being consumed.

Metal filings from the gears grinding down? Lost selves from each cycle?

Originating from everyone within the Unseen Hillock, eventually converging here to feed the coffin, decaying into mud?

This possibility couldn’t be dismissed.

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Soon, all the ghosts were annihilated, and tranquility returned to the hall, even the giant tongue no longer producing them.

Of course, Fu Qian had not escaped unscathed; at this moment, his body bore numerous scars.

The effect of the Old Day’s Mark was excessively potent; even his healing needed some time.

Meanwhile, Fu Qian didn’t rush to slay the divine figure.

The latter had stopped releasing ghosts, but that didn’t mean there was no other activity.

Fu Qian not only confirmed it was still locking onto him, but at this moment, it was undergoing some unique transformation.

Most noticeably, the magma at the base of the giant tongue became increasingly conspicuous, its serpentine patterns visibly expanding outward.

In the blink of an eye, the bright yellow not only occupied about a third of the tongue but also appeared like root-like traces above the coffin.

Next, as an invisible tumult arose, a flame trace burst from the coffin, rapidly expanding and sweeping through the entire hall.

Was this a change in attack strategy?

Just as he didn’t wish to taint himself with those ghosts, Fu Qian also didn’t want to touch this thing desired by the Xiumeng.

Thus, with impeccable timing, he lightly leaped up, letting the ring of fire sweep beneath him.

The flames continued their assault to the hall’s walls, dissipating amid the turbulence, immediately heating the surroundings by a degree.

The flames seemed to become more intense.

After avoiding the sweep, Fu Qian silently evaluated the scene.

One could see, following the recent impact, the flames spread from the coffin, inching outward.

Shortly, another surge of flames emerged.

It felt like it wouldn’t be long before the place turned into a fiery hell.

Theoretically, what he should be doing now was to kill the Saint as quickly as possible and complete the mission, before this happened.

But that was just theoretically.

Setting aside the current entity, which continually felt slightly off to Fu Qian.

Even if he really wanted to kill it, that would take some time, and clearly, he didn’t have any because his assistants were about to arrive.

Yuan Fang was particularly concerned about how to lure Xiumeng and the others into a trap, a concern Fu Qian had never shared—until now, his markers hadn’t even been removed, making it too easy to draw others in.

The only problem was that the Hunting Squad arrived too quickly.