Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 1879: Chapter 1874: Seedbed of Implements (29)

Slanted?

Fu Qian never underestimated the techniques of these Ancient Supremes.

The reason for not completely resisting is simple, although the lightning seemed somewhat weak, it genuinely conveyed a modest intensity of light and heat.

But the effect upon impact was not so.

Fu Qian hadn’t truly tested it, but could confidently arrive at such a conclusion.

A very peculiar authority was attached to it, slightly difficult to describe, in colloquial terms it might be called the Power of Cause and Effect?

Or the Butterfly Effect.

Simply put, if this seemingly ordinary lightning truly hit him, the appended damage would carry a chaos multiplier.

Transcending normal rules to achieve incredible destruction.

So much so that although not identical, it almost reminded one of the Destiny Meteor that led to the fall of the Prison Angel Commander.

His current condition is already not very healthy, the consequences of taking a hit could be quite serious.

As for why a glance can deduce so much, comparable to reading a skill manual—it’s because there is a skill manual right there.

Obviously not a literal text, but the lightning itself seemed to carry some sort of information stream, easily received by someone in the Second Phase.

Fu Qian faintly grasped the reason for this.

To punish without teaching, the punishment will be chaotic and cannot prevail.

If this understanding is not conveyed to himself, then the chaos multiplier may not be effective.

This point cannot be absolutely certain, but otherwise, it’s difficult to say why it possesses such a strange trait, plastering the manual on one’s face.

Hence, the moment he noticed the change, Fu Qian not only activated the Blood Conquest but was ready for further actions.

And why it ended up striking the statue instead is now not so hard to understand—only impartial rules are true rules.

During his first visit to the Academy, when sitting opposite the Corrupted Sword Heart in the Xinjian Prison, its method of resolving victory was somewhat similar to this.

Relying on authority to establish a rule, that rule must be effective against oneself to cause unconventional harm to the opponent.

Otherwise, the power could never exceed the limits of one’s normal attack.

Thus, the essence of the lightning just now was essentially for terminating him, the opponent of Heavenly Dao as testimony, forcibly gambling on a greater or lesser magnitude, the loser struck dead by lightning.

Only, this one’s luck wasn’t so good, lost the first bet.

Of course, these are just speculations; the actual result remains to be seen—Watt!

In his view, his Air Bullet aside, the lightning, not particularly fast, finally tore into the statue, then dissipated into invisibility.

And the statue remained unharmed, disappearing in place the next moment.

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Isn’t this a bit rogue?

Expecting high reasoning when encountering the techniques of Ancient Supremes, Fu Qian expected brilliance, but this was too far-fetched.

Staring at the vacant spot, he didn’t rush after it.

Because via perception he clearly knew, the statue had merely shifted to another part of the space.

Seemingly bizarre, in essence, just like past opponents, realizing the unfavorable situation and fleeing.

And the bond that supported his arrival here, combined with the current special state of time and space, not only transformed him into a pollutant, temporarily freezing the opponent’s rebirth progress.

Even if the opponent fled, the bonds remained, no worry of losing the chase.

Now what couldn’t be accepted was the effect of that Death Lightning.

Precisely because of this bond, Fu Qian felt more details.

Indeed it wasn’t simple lightning; at the moment of impact, the imagined chaos multiplier truly appeared, between its power and destructive force upon impact, no longer a clear relationship—but this number seemed reversed.

Indeed, not only did no instant death effect magnify, it was even weaker than normal power.

Coupled with clearly high crystallization strength, it ultimately achieved the Spring Breeze effect.

And Fu Qian couldn’t imagine the same happening to himself.

So, is it still double standards?

High-up Supremes using gambled life methods as trump cards seems nonsensical.

The situation can almost be understood as rules do apply, with the prince punished as the common folk, yet standards of execution vary after the shared sin.

The exaggeration reaches reverse Butterfly Effect levels.

A massive storm ultimately lands on a butterfly as mere flap of wings.

To himself, likely reversed.

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Just knew it wouldn’t be simple.

Not rushing doesn’t mean stagnant, emerging from Blood Conquest, Fu Qian wasted no time, stepping forward directly.

Worthy of the Supremes’ methods, the situation ahead could be deemed severe.

And while remaining alert for new anomalies, Fu Qian also took a quick survey of the surroundings.

It seems this ”Butterfly Effect” is likely the core authority of the Holy Infant Star.

Previously thinking many characters in games often have similar techniques, surprised such a formidable being utilized it as defense, now it appears a perfect fit.

Positive effects on enemies, negative on oneself.

Casually gamble on fate, the opponent dies if losing, and if he loses, a nosebleed maybe; wipe it away and continue—indeed it arrived.

Not having gone far, Fu Qian noticed the new development.

Perhaps due to elongated distance, it wasn’t lightning this time, but something slower.

Also more covert.

At a glance, no obvious change seemed present.

But after careful contemplation, it became clear that the Crystal Palace-like walls and floor were resonating with some force wherever he passed.

That was sound, the sound explosion ready to erupt at any moment.

Its reverberations linked both Holy Baby and himself.

No matter his position, it constantly followed.

Even before the final dice ceased, Fu Qian could envision the seemingly benign power, the scene of its resonance tearing the blood and flesh, even the spirit, of the loser apart.

For example, himself.

This time Holy Baby was evidently not so unfortunate.

Without concrete signifiers, at some moment Fu Qian knew with certainty, the loser was himself.

Upon realizing that instant, he didn’t activate Blood Conquest.

For such pointed essence lock, that degree of transcendence likely insufficient.

Moreover, between him and Holy Baby existed a special bond.

So who knows if this works?

In silent self-dialogue, Fu Qian already held a crystal-clear bell and simultaneously rang it.

Stealth evasion ineffective, what about being unable to be targeted?