Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 2275: Chapter 2270: Whose Inheritance

Theoretically speaking, Fu Qian’s description was somewhat euphemistic.

Just rallying a group of people to gang up on the Tyrant was enough to be considered a feat.

Next, he did not hold back, sharing this secret in detail.

”So the origin of the Long Night might be directly related to Him?”

Knowing her knight was clad in the Tyrant’s guise, but how this guise came to be was obviously the Witch’s first time hearing such details.

Especially the knight’s vivid description, which clearly gave her a sense of being there, she quickly confirmed the other’s meaning today.

”The posture is indeed ambiguous; during such a critical moment, planning to assassinate the Abandonment King must have required a very strong motive, otherwise, it wouldn’t have been enough to convince others.”

Even toward ”mother,” her assessment was very fair.

”Additionally, if it was only that one action, it could be understood as the Tyrant being deemed the source of the Long Night’s disaster, leading even Him and the Dragon King, those Superior Beings, to believe he must be eliminated, but you’ve told me about Annalise...”

With a slight frown, the Witch clearly hadn’t forgotten the Progenitor of the Blood Clan, or the evolution between the moons Fu Qian had mentioned.

”If that statement from the deranged Red Moon, ’Annalise didn’t wait for the Long Night,’ is true, it definitely means that the incident of the Long Night had already been conceptualized before it actually happened and this concept had been grasped by the Superior Beings symbolized by the moon.

”And this Superior Being fell before that, then a Dark Moon with power close to His appeared in the Long Night, being especially active...indeed suspicious.”

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”Yes, I also feel like your ’mother’ should have a greater grasp of the Long Night rather than responding hastily.”

Facing the Witch’s fair and keen evaluation, Fu Qian expressed agreement.

Too many coincidences.

The previous half-joking tracing of the evolution of the Supernatural Realm along the line of the moon appeared to yield interesting results.

Is the entire Supernatural Realm essentially a ”Moon History Record”?

”Besides, the Progenitor of the Blood Clan’s fall seems to be of very high secrecy too, apart from the mention by the Red Moon, I haven’t found out what misfortune befell her.

”Even within the bloodline clan, there is still debate about whether she truly fell.”

As for Annalise, to be honest, Fu Qian had a very nuanced impression of this Superior Being.

On one hand, as said earlier, her fall was awfully secretive, with almost no concept other than ”awaiting the Long Night.”

On the other hand, in the ancient reminiscence that he had destroyed, he even admired her true face up close, even her hesitance before becoming Divine.

Combining the skills obtained from his insight, clearly derived from her ancient reminiscence, the final audience was actually with the original Moon God, making this mantle inheritance seem quite legitimate.

Among the four moons, Annalise’s seniority should rank before the Red Moon and Dark Moon.

”Moreover, speaking of which, not only did she disappear mysteriously, but even her inheritance is just as elusive.”

Recalling the experiences within the ancient reminiscence, Fu Qian vividly recounted once more.

”Indeed peculiar, at least from my standpoint, I can’t think of any reason for making such an inheritance.”

Like the earlier fall of the Tyrant, the narration effect from a first-hand witness is quite different.

In that moment, the Witch seemed to comprehend the young Annalise’s confusion about faith and life, a side that absolutely shouldn’t be known to others.

Of course, there’s also the origin of the bloodline clan’s eye color.

And her incomprehension was in no way concealed; evidently, as a Superior Being speaking from experience, the Witch found it unnecessary.

Indeed, although she called herself the Dark Moon Cult Leader, she was far more than just the head of believers, but actually the object of worship.

Swapping clergy doesn’t matter, but does even God have to be replaced?

”Is it possible you are somewhat special, like having been inherited already?”

To this, Fu Qian blinked and proposed an idea.

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”Mother’s offspring, a concept accompanying the birth of my consciousness.”

The knight’s analysis was somewhat profound, but the Witch evidently didn’t mind, and even following this line of thought, quickly uttered a term.

”Not involving faith, but theoretically even a purer natural inheritance, are you suggesting my relationship with mother might be similar to Annalise’s with the original Moon God?”

In the next moment, she even voluntarily compared her situation to Annalise’s.

”Yes, but we still don’t know the purpose, and the nature of the original Moon God is hard to say; your mother may not have chosen it actively, seeing the setup here, He even seems to have planned a retirement.”

Having a Superior Being cooperating actively in research makes discussing problems an absolute pleasure.

With a sigh, Fu Qian felt as though he was touching upon certain cores of the path to the Divine Beings.

A path which mortals can participate in, and even born Divines seem to have become flesh and blood.

”Indeed, Doomsday doesn’t seem to be something He wishes to see...creating a barrier centered on law, He appears to have envisaged maintaining this place for a long time, yet unfortunately still attracted too much coveting.”

The Witch’s gaze fell on that reclining chair, agreeing with this viewpoint.

”But being disinclined doesn’t mean He doesn’t know the methods or hasn’t prepared for unexpected eventualities.”

And Fu Qian, without hesitation, advanced a step further.

”Indeed, after all, the Moon God has done similar things before, and He evidently has some connection with Them—but are you particularly certain, is there some other basis?”

The Witch was incredibly astute, keeping up with the logic and even sensed the peculiarity within Fu Qian’s statements.

”Yes, that face on the statue seems like I’ve seen it before.”

Fu Qian wasn’t intending to hide it, and gestured toward his face, chatting casually about the Divine Human Family of the Larea Royal Family, and the divine codes flowing in their bloodline.

”But overall it’s somewhat different, so although the exact motive is unclear, I lean toward it being a less-than-successful attempt.”

And lastly added a straightforward judgment.

”An attempt, or an experiment...reasonable, if this world is indeed His homeland, testing such contingency preparations over there might be safer.”

Listening attentively, the Witch even seemed amazed by the knight’s extensive experiences.

And while speaking, she naturally stepped forward, crossing over the recliner there—whoosh!

A light sound as the door to the little garden was pulled open.

The flowers were still blooming beautifully, and the stability of this place was kept quite ideally.

Seeing this mood-lifting scene, Fu Qian nodded slightly, his gaze falling beside the flowers the next moment.

It contrasted with earlier, now a figure full of scars was standing there quietly.