Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 1676: Chapter 1671: Golden Body

The rag doll had just a crude stitched mouth, but it was indeed ”watching” this way.

Or more precisely, something was observing through it.

This blood-stained craftpiece was still quite recognizable in its appearance.

Although it was hard to imagine how it managed to crawl from the locked cabinet into Miranda’s body.

Indeed, the rag doll was exactly the same as the ”surveillance” device Tan Mingxue once placed on the table.

Even as it detached from the body, the surface blood rapidly seeped in, making the red and white-colored delicate garment even more striking at the moment.

As expected, the risks of the reversed Heavenly Gang were enormous, and with the gathering not yielding results, Miranda was unknowingly infected when forced to seek Inspiration from the Night Watchman.

Even this change was so subtle that neither I nor Sha Ming noticed it during close contact.

This was not modesty at all; even when Miranda just walked by, I couldn’t sense anything unusual from her flesh.

The ability to act in time and snatch from the jaws of the tiger by relying on the Thread of Concern was almost entirely due to professional instinct.

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Miranda’s abnormal state was evident to everyone.

For instance, Elder Huang Leji, who lay on the ground and ultimately did not survive.

And needless to say Sha Ming, who was the talent he had selected.

In this particular field, Sha Ming’s Insight was likely enhanced.

But it was precisely this excessive confidence that made him believe the situation was under control, leading to him being swayed by the sudden attack just now.

If it weren’t for my righteous intervention, his treasure would probably have been taken away.

My observations did not yield richer results than Sha Ming’s. The reason I managed to maintain a higher degree of caution was mainly due to a holistic understanding of the situation—the Night Watchman’s stance was somewhat abnormal.

This was a subtle feeling I already had while visiting old acquaintances outside.

Fu Qian has always observed with questions in mind, and this time was no different.

Miranda’s earlier behavior showed no anomalies at all.

Even after catching up with the main group alone and accepting my deliberate reminder, she indeed paused.

But that was just it, and her behavior soon declined to the local Night Watchman level—logically understandable.

Outraged by the deception, swinging between despair and survival, she ultimately suffered an emotional breakdown and decided to drag a group down with her.

It’s not impossible, but Fu Qian preferred to consider people as somewhat stronger.

Including Sha Ming, Fu Qian didn’t think he fully believed in this change.

It’s just that Sha Ming’s control of the situation was too overconfident. Also desperate to use all means at his disposal, he did not stop Miranda’s behavior.

For myself, the moment this anomaly appeared, the inner feeling was almost that my efforts were not in vain.

Another watching force had taken action, with a likely target being the ”Transcription of Truth,” and the specific method was yet to be determined.

So theoretically, I’m not purely picking fruit this time; rather, it’s an operation assisted harvest.

Furthermore, this isn’t the only gain—

There seem to be bad elements among the Night Watchmen.

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Anomalies always have their reasons, indeed.

It wasn’t being carelessly deceived. The Night Watchman’s seemingly crude arrangements were precisely the result of precise control, with someone deliberately allowing events to unfold.

The entire Xi Yuan City was intentionally left in front of the tree and the records.

Of course, Fu Qian didn’t think it was all Tan Mingxue’s plan. Her cultivation was quite lacking, and her earlier self-positivity was likely genuine, at most playing the role of a tool.

But if memory serves correctly, when I first met Miss Wen, one of the local Night Watchmen, Tan Mingxue’s colleague Qi Xue, had once told me—their head was of a completely different level, so it was best not to do anything impulsive.

Dispatching an elite requires that head’s approval, doesn’t it?

The situation is becoming more lively, and the attention on that tree is indeed unusually high.

As for why, when I sensed this, I still had the confidence to push things this far?

The main source was Lord Patch’s final advice—the ”Transcription of Truth” possesses a living nature.

The Thread of Concern’s targets are limited; it’s not magical to the extent of effortlessly snatching people’s equipment.

Otherwise, I would have been the first grand thief of the Supernatural Realm long ago.

Snatching Extraordinary Items at sight and returning to the city to remove the mask, the warehouse would soon run out of space.

Still, if the target is ”alive,” it feels worth trying, as the line with living beings has blurred.

Lord Patch himself advocated freeing my mind.

As for what to do if I fail?

The worst scenario is merely that Sha Ming retrieves the item, and I’ll need to come up with a way to break out again.

The outcome proved to be ideal. The moment of acquiring the Transcription of Truth brought along a bizarre connection.

Despite the rocky barriers, I could still perceive a scene of indescribable splendor—gigantic branches reaching toward the sky, sprawling tendrils, blossoming mouths spread out like flowers...

Undoubtedly, this was the tree that once eagerly sought to reveal itself but was now desperately hiding.

The only issue was that this being, once endlessly tearing and decaying, was now absolutely still.

Neither tendrils nor mouths, not even its writhing form, moved as if paused in time, frozen in place with no more changes.

At the same time, the original flesh-like texture turned into a gloriously golden hue.

Like the Transcription of Truth in my hand...

Or the remains left by the Blood Lion...

Even the patterns representing the ”Golden Law” seen on the Evil Omen...

Lofty and sacred, brooking no blasphemy.

Could this be the return to all laws, the confirmation of the golden body?

No wonder there was a desire to keep a low profile, to cease manifested holiness.

And no wonder all my three auras could no longer be used.

Originally assembled from scraps into a high imitation, it made sense to be invalidated upon seeing the original.

Following the connection between the Transcription of Truth and the tree, Fu Qian wasted not a millisecond, immersing himself fully in the grandeur, Eternity—even familiarity—within that resplendent scene.

Yes, the familiarity of encountering it for a second time.

However, the last was not in Xi Yuan here; back then, the tree was merely a lump of murky flesh.

It was in a place called Leytin, beyond the Stars Association.

Could it be that the old days’ return means more than just the Abandonment King?

Niel Glegorya, the Dark Moon Cult Leader, once mentioned she didn’t know what triggered the re-emergence of the Lawful Sky, nor the return of Leytin, already extinct in history.