Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 1681: Chapter 1676: Blood’s Embrace

The sound of a skull cracking did not come.

Although it could be felt that the finger possessed an abnormal stiffness, as if desperately resisting some kind of bloodthirsty desire.

But this did not mean the crisis was averted, because the silent Red Moon had not withdrawn its hand.

Furthermore, it was soon that two fingers were caressing the forehead, almost replicating its gesture when closing together.

However, Fu Qian, who for the first time felt his skull fragile like tofu, still did not reject this ”caress,” nor did he transform to increase his resistance, avoiding alarming this ”mother” who had finally taken form.

Even when the moon behind him was slowly unfolding.

Although he did not turn back, the scene in Fu Qian’s perception was incredibly clear at that moment—

Silently, the Red Moon had already approached its limit.

And the shadows on the surface of the giant sphere, once described as ravines formed by body twists, were truly filling up into claw-like tendrils.

Once again.

Lighter and more buoyant than when it squeezed Yasui Tokiyuki into a ball, even the body connected at the back seemed to stretch slightly.

For a moment, the Red Moon actually lost its original outline briefly, showing an equally vague face as the silhouette on the seat, while containing an infinitely mysterious inner part.

Unfortunately, there wasn’t much time to observe, as the long limbs like claws and strands had already silently stretched out in front, then slowly contracted, like giving a sweet embrace.

And although one could feel that kind of tender touch with maximum restraint, the part enveloped still felt as if molten lava flowed over it.

”Ha... hehe...”

Accompanied by what seemed to be an uncontrollable nervous laughter.

Fu Qian neither dodged nor transformed, still maintaining a friendly communication posture, until the claws trembled and intertwined in front.

As if desperately resisting the impulse to continue contracting, this sweet embrace ultimately concluded in the Void with just a palm’s gap from Fu Qian’s body.

And only persisted for a moment, the claws seemed to exhaust all their strength, quickly retracting with much higher efficiency than when extended.

”Annalise... couldn’t wait for the Long Night.”

Even an extremely fleeting sentence followed.

...

Annalise, Progenitor of the Blood Clan?

Although he might have just gone through some peril, it did not affect Fu Qian’s cognitive functioning at all.

As a professional bloodline performer, the name given by the Red Moon was all too familiar to him.

He even admired, together with Selana, the glory of granting red eyes to the Bloodline Clan.

And then she ”couldn’t wait for the Long Night”?

This statement contains a lot of information.

The Long Night, needless to say, is likely the catastrophe that ended the Mythic Era.

Then, the Progenitor of the Blood Clan already fell before that?

But the thing is, he had stared into Selana’s eyes and discussed intimately, that five-hundred-year-old vampire who once sincerely pursued the Progenitor’s footsteps, explicitly revealing the mainstream legend within the Bloodline Clan—

With great strength, rampant across the Mythic Era for many years, later wounded during the Long Night to protect the world, then began appearing in the form of the Red Moon after the Mythic Era ended.

Although, according to the previous explorations and the feedback from the Abyssal Chronicle, it’s almost certain that the Red Moon is not Annalise, as even Selana mentioned, the Progenitor of the Blood Clan indeed was not very active even before the Long Night...

But not surviving until the catastrophe at all is a bit terrifying.

Who did it?

Wanting to completely annihilate such a high-level existence implies a grand scheme no matter how you think about it... Could it be related to the Dark Moon?

During this trip to Xi Yuan, after witnessing the continuous transition of the essence of law between two worlds, suspicions about the relationship between the Dark Moon and this world inevitably intensified.

What a pity, the Witch is obviously much younger than Selana and not so knowledgeable about some ancient hidden secrets.

And further explanation from the Red Moon doesn’t seem realistic—the figure in the crimson gown on the armchair is already gone.

Without even needing to turn around, Fu Qian knew all the claw-like tendrils had retracted, with the Red Moon ascending once more.

Indeed a distortion difficult even for Divine Beings to oppose; the Return Edict achieved through sublimation can currently only temporarily placate it.

The previous silence of the Red Moon was clearly due to its poor state, and after briefly releasing itself with his help, it seems it needs another period of rest.

While this does not mean it left nothing behind—

Fu Qian looked down at his chest, where mark-like blood-colored spider silk, akin to that on the opponent’s body, was shimmering and extending over his entire body.

The outline of the marks was clearly long limbs tightly embracing his chest from behind.

Fu Qian blinked, and with a thought, his body felt heavier, surprising him with an additional layer of armor.

...

Every time he returned, he pitifully seemed to have no clothes, so he got himself something sturdy?

Knock knock!

Fingers tapped on his chest, producing a crisp sound, and for a moment, Fu Qian didn’t know what expression to make.

With a color like dark silver, covered in cut marks, what appeared in a blink was a suit of armor filled with a sense of ancientness.

On closer examination, one could notice that the slightly raised patterns on it completely matched the contours of the blood marks that had previously covered his body.

As if such a body was cast onto it.

The sweet embrace he let complete just now without startling, brought him a gift from ”mother”.

And different from the usual parental aesthetic, even in Fu Qian’s view, this armor’s design is quite outstanding.

With a truly fragmented look, as if it had been through countless slaughters, it would undoubtedly make him the most dazzling individual in any crowd.

Although the visual effect is merely the most superficial function.

Fu Qian was quite certain, despite the armor being battle-scarred, it inherently had remarkably strong self-repairing ability, not even restricted to itself.

Donning it akin to Dimension Poison Gloves, the armor had long deeply integrated with himself, and the resulting effect was a further rise in his recuperative abilities.

Besides ensuring he would never be stark naked under any circumstances, this authority distinctly leaned closer towards the Red Moon.

As for the armor’s design, considering such perfect aging traces, it’s hard to say it’s the Red Moon’s impromptu creation.

Combining it with the chair gifted previously, it seems Yasui Tokiyuki’s manifesting legend ability has already somewhat processed.

In silent appreciation, Fu Qian felt the wounds healing with higher efficiency while a special thought abruptly flickered.

As if the divine power belonging to the Abandonment King blossomed and then vanished in a certain place.

”How swift indeed...”

Murmuring to himself, Fu Qian was already retracing his path.

Although the thought was vague, it was enough to allow him to confirm the aura on the other end—the new rising talent in the Supernatural Realm from Shangjing, Miss Wen Liwen.

The bullet had been ignited.