Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 1230: Chapter 1228: Painting

The Pontiff is formidable; my Dark Moon Sect’s aesthetics are indeed on point!

Fu Qian finished transforming a second ago and canceled the effect of the Dazzling Visage.

Although a bit odd, at least think of it as more convenient now.

It’s just a pity that this approach still doesn’t seem successful.

While this ability is clearly related to the Witch’s domain, neither consuming it nor using it just now resulted in any reaction from behind the Dark Moon.

Of course, there’s also a ring involved, but as an item of the same category, it can wait until the next round.

Methodically conducting tests, Fu Qian reached out the next moment and picked up a white whistle from the table.

If making progress is not visible from the target’s perspective, why not try starting from the process.

This item from the Nightmare Corridor may not rank high, but it has proved capable of breaking some inconceivable constraints during my dealings with Ah Wei, who has already relocated to Unseen Hillock.

Had I not sent Ah Wei directly away at that time, I could have jumped right into that worm’s mouth and escaped with its help.

Though I have no idea where I would have ended up.

…

Not surprisingly, the Worm Whistle digests much faster.

[Extreme Hunger Infection]

Let the worm concept parasitize within you, acquiring inconceivable

hunger, under whose guidance there are no obstructions before your eyes.

Wherever you go to feed, your next journey’s destination will always be the Nightmare Corridor]

Firstly, up until now, it has been proven that Insight can retain at least three effects.

Secondly, this ability is somewhat interesting.

Facing the third batch of study insights, Fu Qian silently summarized his gains.

Insight evidently isn’t just a simple replication of an Extraordinary Item’s

effects; this bug-calling whistle actually turned me into a bug?

Compared to the summarized text, the perception in the mind feels much richer.

Fu Qian could confirm that the “worm” parasitism is not truly about

manifesting things like worm eggs in the body, but more like a transformation of

body and spirit as a whole.

Add to that “the return journey is always the Nightmare Corridor,” and the

origin of the Worm Whistle itself, it’s hard not to think of that certain

individual with a human head and worm body—the Interlocutor.

According to the account of that mission-averse individual, his power is also

highly associated with the Nightmare Corridor.

The worm concept feels quite special to the Nightmare Corridor indeed.

Amidst the clicking of admiration, Fu Qian directly activated this newly

acquired ability.

Returning to the Nightmare Corridor sounds scary, but it has nothing to do

with the current phase of work.

The important part is the previous phrase, “wherever you go”; let’s see if we can really go anywhere.

…

As if stemming from the most essential hunger of the soul, waves of it

wash over the mind, even strengthening with time.

It is hard to imagine that the effect from the Worm Whistle could develop

such intensity for a Newly Advanced Second Order transcendent.

Especially now that I’m still in the Pseudo-Divine Being state.

The most unique effect of this ability seems to be conceptually

transforming me into a creature from the Nightmare Corridor, thereby subjecting

me to some kind of constraint.

But for the current me, this kind of binding is still something I can

casually put an end to by struggling free.

Fu Qian didn’t struggle free, but chose to silently observe the Dark Moon

amidst the growing hunger.

…

In Fu Qian’s judgment, as long as the Dark Moon dims in the sky after

using Blasphemy’s Embrace, it should represent having made contact with the

plane where the Witch resides.

The only difference is whether someone responds to me or not.

The ring I got automatically before is proof; the Witch seems to have set up an

automatic reply there.

So theoretically, the path is open; I just need to find the way to traverse

it.

And at this moment, under the effect of hunger, there indeed seems to be

something special.

In perception, everything seems to twist and abstract from a mottled and

vivid world into mere “flavors.”

Along with that hunger, the scent grew stronger.

Even behind Dark Moon, it was the same.

Discoloration State shortened the distance with it.

And under the craving hunger, it finally allowed oneself to perceive even more.

This is the automatic response of some things’ existence to “hunger” in that world, which doesn’t require the Witch’s subjective answer.

Is this the perspective of a worm? Invertebrates indeed have their own extraordinary aspects.

Is there a possibility to find a more precise destination coordinate now?

With this question in mind, Fu Qian activated Dazzling Visage and then, after five seconds, activated Frostburn.

Regrettably, there was still no response from the source of their power.

1, 2, 3…

After counting silently for a few seconds, even though he was far from recovery, Fu Qian still fully activated Mythical Form.

The Abandonment King returned, but only for a single breath.

In that instant, Fu Qian finally locked onto something special from the numerous abstract scents behind Dark Moon.

After deactivating Mythical Form and ensuring the lock could be maintained, Fu Qian began to absorb the items in front of him into his flesh.

Moments later, Pseudo-Divine Being also deactivated, and the hunger surging from the depths of the soul ruthlessly tormented the will.

At this point, he finally unleashed that longing, following it.

…

Boom!

Almost instantly, a peculiar sensation arose, as if passing through the depths of a pool to emerge on the surface.

Of course, such an occurrence wouldn’t come with a loud bang.

The earth-shattering noise originated from the soil and stones tumbling overhead.

So, does taking the form of a worm necessarily entail burrowing up from underground? Must we be so rigid?

When the dust settled, Fu Qian was already hidden in the shadows, silently snarking.

The place where he appeared was a dimly-lit space, quite spacious and elegantly decorated.

Most importantly, within sight, there were classic-shaped glass cabinets.

A museum?

This scene wasn’t hard to associate, but the association garnered an odd result.

The last trace of familiarity, though abstract, was certainly something he had encountered before, but one truly couldn’t figure out any connection with a museum.

Has the Pontiff donated all my belongings after I skipped work for too long?

Amidst the muttering, noises from all around were already rising; clearly, the commotion here had been discovered.

From his perception, this wasn’t just a museum; it was also in an open state, with a sizable flow of visitors.

However, all the commotion was above; where he currently stood was the underground part of the building.

Well maintained, indeed, with hardly any musty smell.

While silently making his judgement, Fu Qian began to retract the flesh on his body.

Perhaps because he wasn’t really a worm, this traversal wasn’t without cost; if the intensity were a tad higher, he might not have been able to keep body and soul together.

But the Rankings were correct, and the items were all there, which was already quite the ideal development.

Three seconds later, Fu Qian, who had roughly returned to human form, casually picked a piece of clothing from the side to drape over himself, chose a path without the Guards rushing towards it, and blended into the panicked crowd as he made his way upwards.

Just now, he had already locked onto that familiar feeling once again, confirming it was also within this building—Fu Qian stopped in his tracks, looking deep into the exhibition hall ahead.

Behind a slightly rough glass wall was a painting that appeared somewhat moldy.

At the very top of the painting, you could see a dark red pattern, as though a blood-stained hand had pressed against it.

He obviously knew what this painting was, but how could it be here?