Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 1878: Chapter 1873: Seedbed of Vessels (28)

Dreams and Illusions.

Since becoming the Master of the Dream Realm, it was the first time experiencing such a feeling.

Consciousness wandered between dream and reality, reachable yet like an illusion, indescribably wonderful.

Fu Qian did not share Ms. Jil’s vision, but a deeper sensation was transmitted through the special connection of the Crimson Frenzy.

Although it wasn’t difficult for him to forcibly distinguish between dream and reality, this feeling was peculiar as if it added a dimension of time.

The anchor point of ”now” disappeared, at certain moments seemingly wandering through history—and something was hidden within this surreal realm.

[Current task updated: kill the Holy Infant Star stopped from rebirth]

And the moment Fu Qian locked onto that perception, a new prompt echoed in consciousness.

...

In the end, it was still the killing task he loved most, only this target—Holy Infant Star?

Sounds quite extraordinary.

Especially this notion of rebirth, difficult to equate with those Godsons casually begotten by Superior Beings.

Or rather... is this itself an honorific of a Superior Being?

This was not a mindless daydream, for the following moment, with footsteps always in motion, Fu Qian, following that lock-on, discovered something special ahead.

A statue?

Standing there quietly, facing sideways, was actually a female.

Same height as a normal person, without a base, but in any case, not resembling a real person.

With a bowed head and downcast eyebrows, yet dignified and elegant, even with a light veil over her face.

Of course, even so, it did not prevent Fu Qian from recognizing it as Jill’s visage.

Is this Lanina?

Quite fitting the previous speculation, the Parasite within Jill possessing the same face as her.

Moreover, with concealment skills astonishingly high, worked his way through domination and plunder, barely consolidating enough resources for a visit.

Very reasonable, and perfectly proving the importance of logical guidance for action in complex environments.

The only problem, the word ”virgin” generally denotes at least unmarried, how come she’s pregnant here?

Indeed, the statue before him, clothes to everything all made of clear, transparent material, like an ice sculpture, even truly emitting a chill.

So much that at a glance, one can clearly see the excessively swollen belly compared to normal, and the fetus seemingly frozen within.

The only Creation within the body possessing color.

Resembling the bloodlines of the Crimson Angel, densely and intricately delineating every part of its body.

Meanwhile, this material, faced directly too many times, upon forming this shape, even made Fu Qian find it difficult to gaze at, and became aware of his slight frailness.

The last time he felt this way was when the Prism of Radiant Transformation descended in true form.

Though the degree was far lesser, the earlier immature speculation vaguely seemed to be confirmed—

This thing wasn’t the offspring of a Superior Being, nor an extension of power, it was truly a Superior Being.

”Developing quite normally.”

Of course, it did not impede Fu Qian’s steady examination of every detail, assisting in a complete 4D ultrasound.

...

The conclusion was certainly not made lightly, as even with Fu Qian’s professional insight, no structural abnormalities were found.

Amidst this peculiarly hidden, entirely non-human Creation, surprisingly not a shred of inhuman traits.

This wasn’t the only remarkable aspect.

Performing this exam wasn’t some indulgence in morbid curiosity, amid scrutiny, Fu Qian reached a purely intuitive conclusion—this was not some incomplete infant form, but the normal state of this Superior Being.

Without truly emerging to grow taller, within the womb it could have completed rebirth, even now only one step away.

Regrettably, this step seemed to have frozen.

One piece of evidence was that all the bloodlines forming the Holy Infant appeared infiltrated with the frost from exterior Ice Crystal, devoid of any rhythm.

Resulting in a glance, this sculpture resembled a masterpiece where material and sculpting techniques enhanced each other, exquisite beyond measure.

Not only the opponent, even within himself the gestation of the Crimson Frenzy had ceased.

Needless to say, the content of the newly updated task, the wording ”stopped from rebirth,” explicitly clarified this freeze.

As for the reason... afraid he won’t escape the title of culprit.

While appreciating the artwork, Fu Qian didn’t forget to observe the surroundings.

Resulted in the scene transforming, altering from the previous stone cold prison, with Jill and the others now vanished.

Instead, a comprehensive upgrade to the Crystallized prison.

Indeed, the architectural style remained, the layout familiarly eye-catching, even spotted at a glance the convex dome below.

However, all of this now composed of delicate, chilling Ice Crystal.

As if the original Frozen Sea finally reached here, assimilating everything.

Simultaneously, the last ripples left by the Knights could also be discovered here.

Plague, crystallization, suffering, all perceptible themes found here, visually inherited.

Yet this abstract scene wasn’t the focal point; the focus lay in amid it all, Fu Qian seemingly sensed his pollution.

As if the chaotic core characteristic of the Brilliant Tyrant was further magnified and sublimated.

Just standing here, enough to earn the notoriety of being the root of worldly misfortune, whose removal would barely console the heavens.

In short, he accelerated with that last thrust of nitrogen found the target, traced the connection to synchronize with its concealment, residing in a realm transcending relative reality, successfully bringing chaos.

The rebirth originally achievable with the descent of four Apocalypse Knights was forcibly halted by him, the pollutant.

Subsequently, his task is to further execute this ”Holy Infant” eminence.

Sizzle—

Of course, the other would execute him as well.

Who likes filth?

While swiftly deducing, Fu Qian watched wide-eyed as arc lightning crawled and congregated upon the crystal-clear dome.

Encountering attacks wasn’t unexpected, judging from the previous presentation one would expect rapid freezing, instead came a Magnetic Storm Coil?

Fu Qian couldn’t help but marvel at the unpredictability of the world.

Though he had already dealt with more than one High-level Extraordinary wielding similar forces, this wasn’t an awe-inspiring current, absolutely not akin to a Lightning Storm.

Swish—

Casually launching an Air Bullet towards the statue, concurrently a seemingly unimpressive bolt of lightning abruptly struck down from overhead.

Although this target...

A rather peculiar feeling prompted Fu Qian to wield the Blood Conquest, but the flash in his view directly hit the statue.