Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 1875: Chapter 1870: Seedbed of the Vessel (25)

My intuition was correct, his mood changes faster than turning a page when he becomes obsessive.

The situation took a sharp turn, yet Fu Qian felt no negative emotions.

Talented individuals always come with risks. If one does not even have this level of awareness, how can they possibly talk about the art of leadership?

When he chose to take advantage of the wanderer’s obsession, he had already envisioned such a scene.

Indeed, there is a significant connection to the Abyss. Those two words repeated at the end not only invite me to go there but also naturally remind me of the unexpected findings in the underground mine in the Rotten Forest.

At that time, by consuming it before Mr. Luo, I briefly experienced a similar effect as Blasphemous Words.

And the ultimate task reward, which solidifies the traits of the Demigod form upon use, is straightforwardly named Abyssal Mist.

It turned out to be divinity related to the Abyss. No wonder the Rotten Forest became so corrupted.

Of course, for now, there’s no rush for me to visit it again.

”I appreciate the goodwill.”

Feeling the ever-deepening bond with the Abyss, Fu Qian sighed gently. As he spoke, the corner of his mouth pulled directly to his ear, revealing raw, red flesh.

And that was not the only place; soon, his body bloomed open with double-digit wounds.

With this change, the proximity to the Abyss suddenly distanced, stirring a sense of melancholy bidding farewell.

...

Of course, it wasn’t due to opening the Old Day’s Mark; Fu Qian merely attempted a reverse transformation.

Being eager to learn is one thing, but after learning, it’s best to have unique insights.

When earlier the wanderer transmitted the damage he sustained in the form of this painful aura, Fu Qian quickly learned this skill using the special constitution unlocked after the Brilliant Tyrant and could then project it outward to dissipate that accumulated corruption.

But this alone is far from enough.

Besides the ”death” accumulating a massive amount of corruption earlier, the final ”gate” practically opened a targeted Abyss portal aimed at himself, accumulating continuously.

Trying to dispel them, the lifeless stones around were evidently inefficient at bearing the burden.

Even with those forcefully given to the wanderer, it was far from reversing the growth of corruption.

In this situation, Fu Qian believed that violently elevating the ranking could be useful for the Pseudo-Divine Being or the Mythical Form, but before that, he made another attempt.

The damage sustained could be transformed into accumulated corruption, thereby achieving a near-immunity to damage—then is it possible to do the reverse, converting corruption back into wounds?

Always make good use of one’s strengths, like the Blood Bar.

It turns out that as a Second Phase Transcendent, combined with the decree marked by the Abyss through the Brilliant Tyrant, the feasibility of certain things is indeed not low.

Transforming corruption into wounds provided an additional release valve, and the situation finally reversed.

Not only that, but considering the state between himself and the wanderer, akin to a mutual blood-draining fight, with himself holding a higher ranking, the corruption accumulated on him seemed to enter an irreversible state.

Even the wanderer himself seemed to think so.

Moments later, he gave up resisting, no longer trying to transmit the pain back, and that charred, soft mass began to climb over his body.

”Thanks for the help; I hope you find your wife next time.”

The wanderer made no sound, but Fu Qian nodded slightly, giving his blessing with a mouth full of gaps.

Unclear about what fate awaits the wanderer after his fall into the Abyss, but judging from earlier, it shouldn’t be an absolutely irreversible path.

It’s a pity that until his body was entirely engulfed in the charred coating, ultimately dissolving into the ground, the wanderer remained silent.

...

Indeed, the Third Knight.

Having not cared about a small breach in etiquette, as the last trace of the wanderer completely vanished, Fu Qian keenly focused on the changes in the surroundings.

The outcome was, as expected, yet another transformation.

Following the Plague Halo and Crystal Star, this prison’s chilly air suddenly had another flavor, filled, unsurprisingly, with decadent bloodthirstiness.

The effect was straightforward and forceful; rather than inviting a visit to the Abyss, agony continuously emanated from his body, consuming physical vitality, driving mental madness.

Of course, as an aura enveloping all, the force was still far from enough.

It was no longer effective on non-living entities; it also fell short of making Fu Qian feel much.

However, for the trio looking to make a deal with him, undoubtedly, their life countdown accelerated once again.

Furthermore, this left another ripple of change, almost certainly adding a quarter to his Instant Death Bar.

Just one more hero needs to appear, and the task will restart.

But that’s fine; wasn’t there a chance earlier to delay the Fourth Knight’s appearance, striving for more time?

And although he didn’t find the wanderer’s wife, this Third Knight did considerably aid him.

In a flash of thought, Fu Qian’s body already leaped out.

Never should hard-earned experimental results be dismissed on a whim.

Such an adamant seeker still hasn’t found any trace of another woman’s essence—this in itself is a kind of gain.

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Where exactly would Virgin Lania, the object of the Apocalypse Knights’ adoration, be hiding?

Fu Qian believed the recent wanderer had burned through himself, leaving no surrounding area unchecked.

But why hadn’t he found her?

Excluding insufficient bonds as a reason, is it possible the correct answer was eliminated?

Trust those you employ. After judging that the wanderer was more suitable for this task than himself, Fu Qian wouldn’t dismiss any answer the wanderer obtained.

After such a long brewing, and with two halos’ ravage afterward, aside from Jill and Lania, there were no other female prisoners alive in the prison—this isn’t out of the question—but Jill is still alive.

Indeed, he encountered her early on, and the task wasn’t completed.

He inspected her too and found nothing special.

But similar situations have occurred before.

When first meeting Miss Wen, there was a lady named Eve who concealed herself excellently.

Only at the moment of successful promotion would she replace the body’s original owner.

And she and Wen Li are not split personalities of the same person; their names are unique.

In such a situation, running around the Wen Family Mansion shouting for Eve, certainly, no one would know.

The next moment, Fu Qian stopped in his tracks, even canceling the Brilliant Tyrant from before. Of course, the fish scale armor covering him remained.

”Sinners, Your Excellency...”

Not far on a stone step, Ms. Jil was panting with her head down, clearly in a poor state.

Even so, she looked towards him before the Scholar beside her, the fear and shock in her eyes evident.

As experienced as she was, clearly she didn’t think this Demigod found her for any goodwill.