Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 2243: Chapter 2238: The Lord Who Was Dismembered (28)

Did I scare the kids? Adding another notch to my record of crimes.

The moment grew tense with sudden changes, yet Fu Qian was not frightened; instead, he reflected on his behavior of startling others.

One must have empathy—it is indeed a festive occasion, but if the revelry goes too far, it can surpass the psychological endurance of the participants.

Especially for children, who are in a critical period of growth, they might take out an umbilical cord and strangle themselves in dissatisfaction, and no one would have any reason to complain.

Indeed, at that moment, Fu Qian truly felt the umbilical cord tightening around his neck.

Suffocation—but on a spiritual level.

Honestly, at this moment, his body—even if the neck was broken, it wouldn’t be a big deal; any other part of his body is in a worse condition.

Yet at that moment, some kind of anomaly was clearly felt, even by him, with zero Inspiration.

Sleep—this was the first word that came to Fu Qian’s mind.

It was as if with the sound of crying, the swaddling clothes of a fetus were transferred to him.

Calm, gentle, undisturbed—and absolutely out of on’s control.

Clearly, the resplendent hall was still in front of him, but it was completely untouchable.

The Fire of Madness continued to spread from his body, engulfing everything, yet it no longer had even the slightest effect.

Conversely, the other self within his body also stopped working instantly.

Including the all-corroding Sinflame, which directly vanished without a trace.

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Shocking.

This sudden transformation truly challenged one’s understanding.

Theoretically, there had just been a contest among at least three who could be called Superior Beings, and with such entanglement, the situation had escalated to near an unending vendetta.

The result was that, without even a moment for respite, with a single cry, they were directly detached and untethered.

If it were just this, Fu Qian might interpret it as a high-level banishment.

Even a Superior Being is not immune, disregarding the entanglements at the level of Divine Beings, directly isolating himself from the battlefield.

Unable to disrupt the wedding chamber anymore, but also spared from the bride and groom’s wrath.

However, the issue is that besides this Divine isolation, there was another change that made its nature difficult to comprehend—the color of the fire was changing.

Indeed, the mad flames continued to gush from his body, but they were no longer golden.

Not even tinged with red from the contamination of Sinflame, but a dull gray-black.

Not only did the color become entirely uncelebratory, even the texture turned viscous and heavy, like the incessantly withering cinders of a world.

The most crucial is that the visual effect is one thing; Fu Qian is very certain that this is only the most trivial point—the essence of the Fire of Madness is also changing.

Indeed, it still belonged to his authority, uncontested by anyone.

But as its master, the destructive trait seeping through it was becoming unfamiliar.

Is the authority deforming?

That very instant led Fu Qian to a horrifying conclusion.

It was utterly eye-opening.

Even during the initial research on the topic of fruit and sugar, they merely likened various authorities as flavors of sugar that couldn’t change.

Extractable from fruit, substitutable, but inherently immutable, foundational to the Supernatural World.

Yet the scene before them was somewhat revolutionary—not just banished from the world, but even directly expelled from the Extraordinary Sequence?

No fear of ”Mysticism ceasing to exist” was generated; this astonishing discovery, in that moment, led to Fu Qian’s unprecedented excitement.

The decision to play Ariel to the end in this mission seemed indeed a good choice.

While congratulating himself, certain exchanges that had occurred surged rapidly from memory.

And from them emerged an equally strange conclusion.

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If a new Divine Trait were to form, this information and even its nature would be conveyed even before its actual formation...

The only difference is whether your Ranking is high enough and your perception sharp enough to notice it—such as the Prism of Radiant Transformation.

Indeed, Fu Qian recalled the Long Night Survivor whom he’d had many dealings with, yet only met once in the Night Holy City.

Back then, he had asked Him a question; clearly, it was a new and erroneous Divine Road he was on, yet how did He know the nature of the Divine Trait to both begin hiding it and reserve a confusion item for himself in the God’s Burial Ground.

The God’s response was that He could sense the emergence of a new Divine Trait instantly and even mislead with the ”Eternity” trait because regardless of how chaotic the Supernatural World is, its underlying logic remains intact.

Any division, rebirth, twist, all immediately feedback into the entire system.

Like holding an identity badge, you must be identifiable to interact with each other.

Though they’d wish for each other to drop dead the next moment, Fu Qian had to admit, he found this explanation somewhat agreeable.

So abstract as it might be, the moment that world-shattering scene unfolded, this notion came to his mind.

The allure of knowledge is none other than this.

Following this, many doubts seemed simultaneously resolved.

Just add an ”external” to this ”integrated whole” basis.

How could authority deform? Clearly, he hadn’t suffered any additional damage.

Because its identity badge disappeared.

This banishment not only isolated him from those couples, but it’s akin to being directly driven out from the Extraordinary Sequence.

A definition-lost authority is like a balloon tossed into a vacuum—even he himself is the same.

Fu Qian could distinctly feel that the title of ”Abandonment King,” while still intact, was also entering a state of zero-pressure elongation.

Manifesting specifically in the very body undergoing special deformation.

Limbs, eyeballs, even the wave-like uncertain Divine patterns, all intermingling.

Apart from ”I” remaining singular, all other definitions were losing their anchors...

Although not a combative Skill, and even if left alone, might not persist long, its effect is indeed astounding—wow!

At that very moment, Fu Qian could clearly see that in the world temporarily unrelated to him, with the increasingly piercing cries of the baby, His Majesty the King’s belly started deforming with pulling.

Was it indeed your doing?

After much effort in expelling the troublemakers and achieving a moment of peace, this truly distinguished Godson seemed eager to be born.

This must be what they call a double blessing in disguise.

Hehe...

It even seemed not only Fu Qian felt this way; vague laughter from guests reached his ears.