Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 1223: Chapter 1221: The Bamboo Bug of the Night Holy City (29)

“In a place called the Abyss, it seems you’ve also prepared for my inevitable arrival.”

The Prism of Radiant Transformation didn’t respond, and Fu Qian continued.

“I am impressed by your hospitality, your profound understanding of certain things, and your determination to possess them.”

“The most perfect outcome, of course, would be to thwart those disruptive actions, take control of the Abyss smoothly according to the plan, utterly eradicate a Scavenger, and even gain a new tool.”

“From your perspective, I believe this was a plan that was almost guaranteed to not fail.”

“Even so, I still wouldn’t underestimate the sense of concern of an ancient Superior Being.”

“Even a nearly zero chance of failure, I suppose, wouldn’t bother you to prepare for and even exploit.”

“Edlar.”

Fu Qian quietly uttered a name.

“Throughout the long years, an adversary who has always been a thorn in your side has become riddled with holes; how could you possibly not take advantage of this?”

“It’s clear from his sad experience that you could guide certain things, causing the young Scavengers to unknowingly step into fatal traps.”

“And what you exploited were the containment items carrying fragments of your power.”

“Your adversary was obviously very dedicated, weak as it was, and never gave up targeting you, but the little progress it repeatedly made ended up being coordinates for your counter-guidance… until someone survived that deadly place.”

“Your actions were discovered, not only were the containment items gone, but even objects deriving their power from it were detested and destroyed, resulting in you losing control over the situation.”

What Fu Qian mentioned was, naturally, his previous experience when he entered the Furnace midway.

Poor Edlar behind the door, perhaps till death, merely felt he was too weak.

Although it seems a bit unfair, it indeed could be said so.

“Not long after, you plotted that operation, succeeding would mean controlling the Abyss, and if by a minuscule chance you reached the failure outcome, then some fragments of your power would typically be bound and again serve as coordinates you’ve set up.”

“There are two results, but in essence, there’s only a difference in how much you win by. How could Divine Beings possibly suffer losses?”

Fu Qian’s sigh sounded full of sincerity.

“When did you become aware of my existence?”

And it seemed that this sincerity successfully moved the questioner.

“From when…”

Fu Qian feigned contemplation.

“Strictly speaking, since the time I rejected that Scepter.”

“Impossible.”

This time, the Prism of Radiant Transformation commented swiftly.

“I understand what you mean. The observational mishap caused by rash attempts means I naturally won’t remember what I saw… However, as a professional, how could I forget that I have forgotten?”

Fu Qian pointed to his head.

“A small leap in memory appeared from nowhere; this itself is a finding.”

“Coupled with some later experiences, it’s enough to make some inferences.”

“So to sum up, yes, I knew you would definitely come.”

“Even just my entrance into a historical segment with the right trait would immediately trigger your response, affirming my choice.”

“In order to give you a warm welcome, I even extended a special invitation, didn’t I?”

Fu Qian reached out with his right hand.

“I brought many things, but I lacked a particular lantern.”

“As an item obviously not unrelated to you, its absence is undoubtedly a cautious gesture, but at the same time, it also suggests my lack of guard against other things.”

“Indeed quite polite, what do you wish to know?”

The Ancient Deity across seriously listened and praised, offering in reciprocal politeness that Fu Qian could ask his question.

“Two questions, the first concerning traits, why was your reaction so quick?”

Fu Qian didn’t beat around the bush; every second of this question-and-answer was consuming the last of his remaining rational time.

That’s also why he was able to continue.

“Whether it is the trait’s creation from nothing or its special connection to me, it should have been done relatively discreetly.”

“But you still quickly noticed, and even provided extremely precise misleading options, how did you achieve this?”

This was something Fu Qian had been curious about ever since before he obtained the two traits.

The appearance of the Prism of Radiant Transformation confirmed that previous conjectures weren’t just conspiracy theories, hence the egg obtained from the Blood Lake became very intriguing.

“Especially since I can imagine that due to various concerns, you probably wouldn’t always be watching over me, it stands to reason you shouldn’t have reacted so swiftly.”

“It’s quite simple, I first knew of the appearance of the Divine Trait, then deduced in reverse that it may be connected to you.”

“The existence form of a trait is more special than you imagine, especially such a unique newly formed entity.”

With Fu Qian having shown good faith upfront, the Prism of Radiant Transformation finally fulfilled its promise.

“Its emergence from nothing would be communicated to all Transcendent beings in an instant, even before it is truly born, the difference lies in whether you can perceive it or not.”

A more special form of existence, communicated instantly to all, even before birth…

Fu Qian was undoubtedly a student adept at grasping key points, and especially when asking questions with intent, with the other party’s hints, he seemed to faintly understand something.

“A more abstract conceptual influence? The other Transcendent beings’ categories became imprinted with its existence, and then it began to gestate?”

“After all, considering its Ranking, it’s hard to imagine a genuine ripple of power influencing all existences.”

“You can understand it in that way, but what you need to pay attention to is that the process of creating this imprint is not that simple; some fragile balances may even be disrupted because of it.”

Understood, in some way similar to the task at present, Midas doesn’t exist, but his legendary tale indeed brings people luck, even disturbing the peaceful nights of Night Holy City, wait a second…

Fu Qian suddenly remembered a fire incident at Brother Ji Feng’s home.

1-039, Hotbed.

If he remembered correctly, that was the first task after he completed the Pseudo-God Ritual.

And within the task summary, there was a line – “The flames ultimately extinguished, a new balance was achieved.”

Moreover, whether it was Yuan Fang, an indigenous resident of Unseen Hillock, or Xiumeng seeking medicine for Old Master Logan, they were clearly very surprised by the sudden intensification of the fire.

Based on what the Prism of Radiant Transformation said, could it be the Arsonist is actually myself?

Originally Brother Ji Feng was desperately resisting the Mother of the Gospel, maintaining a precarious balance.

As a result, because I completed the Pseudo-God Ritual, did I add the straw that broke the camel’s back?

This overly strange timing, it’s really hard to exclude such a possibility!

“How much longer?”

Amidst contemplation, there really was an issue related to time appearing in his consciousness.

“Within three minutes.”

Very clear about what the other party was asking, Fu Qian responded naturally and with certainty.

“You may continue asking.”

“Alright, what is troubling you?”

Fu Qian didn’t decline, directly raising his second question.