Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 2316: Chapter 2311: Immortal Class Phantom Pay

The feeling of being in the Immortal Class is truly wonderful, especially when you’re drawing an empty salary.

No one expressed any objections to Fu Qian’s arrangements.

He didn’t wait for more words of gratitude and promptly took his leave in the next moment.

From entering to leaving, the whole process didn’t take more than fifteen minutes.

However, the gloom that shrouded the Linghui had already been swept away.

Of course, Veron and his group who escorted him out could hardly imagine what Professor Fu was lamenting in his heart as he gazed at the clear sky with feelings for the world.

Even with such efficiency, the time limit of the Burial Scroll had still arrived.

The Heart Demon retreated, the Other Shore vanished.

Yet the feeling described in legends as ”most profound and mysterious” lingered, leaving one with lingering thoughts.

Perhaps it is not stronger than the power of the Superior Being, but the sense of mystery grows thicker, as if revealing a more essential aspect of this world.

So is the foundation of the world truly indescribable?

Step by step seeking answers, ultimately verifying the Transcender—could it be merely transforming into a projection of this indescribable nature?

Or rather, a projection full of fallacies.

Admittedly, it sounds overly pessimistic, but the feeling I experienced was indeed like this.

Even wanting to achieve this fallacy, it devours a significant portion of opportunity.

The Jade Soul Master, who alongside me conspired to seize the Abandoned Prison, was clearly just one step away at that time.

Surely it was only after a devastating defeat in Heart Demon duel, eventually breaking through, that he could touch this opportunity akin to Marriage Dress Divine Skill.

In turn, benefiting from disaster, merging with the Dao.

Even having to add the ingrained Bonds with the Heart Demon to share this experience of being in the Immortal Class with me.

The ultimate result was obtaining this fortune, and then I didn’t even need to hold office.

Otherwise, Fu Qian could hardly imagine, under the circumstance of personally becoming a fallacy projection, how his current state as the Abandonment King could remain unaffected.

Fruit and sugar, according to previous theory, could this indescribable essence be considered the purest form of sugar?

No matter how you think about it, it seems difficult to coexist.

Otherwise, after all these years, the Prism of Radiant Transformation and Patch—they would surely have plotted something, wouldn’t they?

The result, currently, still revolves within the old framework.

This new sight of the new era has been left for the cultivators to explore.

In this respect, it truly seems to be a manifestation of humanity breaking free from the shackles of the old days indeed.

Though this unknowable essence makes the entire world’s impression appear even more illusionary...

Retracting his gaze, Professor Fu no longer paid attention to the people behind him and walked straight into the sunlight of ”nineteenth year and three months after Doomsday”.

...

Not bad, very leisurely.

Having worked hard all morning, Professor Fu didn’t rush back to the lab this time but walked towards the outside of the Academy.

Moreover, in the absence of any companions, he again boarded that aging tram.

Even experiencing the touch of time’s craftsmanship, deeply suspecting this transportation tool was a product from ”before Doomsday”.

Of course, the passengers clearly showed no perception of this, mostly consisting of early-rising elderly men and women, most lazily curled up in their seats, at most uttering slight complaints about the outdated facilities.

Naturally, when Fu Qian mentioned leisureliness, he wasn’t referring to them.

Without joining in to tour around by bus early in the morning, he got off at a certain stop, knowing clearly the direction he was headed.

And about ten minutes later, he made the above heartfelt sigh.

Honestly, due to busy affairs, Fu Qian was not very familiar with the surroundings of the Academy.

However, not far from here is a region he frequents—Professor Lanaya’s small canteen.

Including the character in his line of sight, who is even an employee of the small canteen.

Indeed, the blonde giant dragon girl Sunny.

No wonder she is a visionary who once started her own business, showing understanding of the principle that commute time is inversely related to happiness.

Without the hardship of living in the shop, the place she chose to live is only a few steps away.

Even though her salary might not be abundant, the comfort level of this place seems quite high.

It’s not a big yard or room, but the windows are sizable, currently half-open, allowing the person behind to leisurely bask in the sun.

As for how Fu Qian found this place so precisely despite apparently lacking perception?

Simple, he found it when he had perception just now.

This journey wasn’t due to Professor Fu’s sudden whim to go to the grassroots; it was indeed an invited trip.

Ding—dong—

Fu Qian didn’t even bother to be discreet, directly raised his hand and rang the doorbell.

...

Sunny was quite surprised, but not overly so.

Because even before being disturbed by the doorbell, she had already been disturbed by the sound of footsteps.

Fu Qian didn’t deliberately restrain his footsteps, and this member of the night shift, however enjoying life she looked, was essentially a genuine Middle Tier contender.

Though she hadn’t looked over here from the beginning, Fu Qian could easily interpret the tension apparent in the blood and body of that figure.

And as Sunny looked over, her emotions visibly intensified.

No surprise, a High-level Extraordinary passing by early in the morning—anyone would be nervous, especially when standing motionless at the door.

Also, unlike Professor Lanaya, he wasn’t a frequent visitor; Sunny, relying solely on perception, evidently had difficulty confirming identity, and should have only recognized this face at that moment.

Ding—dong—

Unfortunately, Fu Qian didn’t accommodate this point, smiling as he looked back while pressing the doorbell again.

...

It was not intentionally disturbing the peace, but this opportunity was truly mysterious, worthy of observation.

Watching Sunny having to get up and open the door, Fu Qian merely sighed inwardly.

Pointing to the Academy at the time was indeed due to her rarity as research material.

However, my distinguished Academy still respects mutual willingness.

Sunny was not in a hurry to seek medical advice, but enjoyed a quiet life in this fringe state.

Certainly a loss to scientific research, yet Fu Qian maintained respect.

Only this additional gain from using the Burial Scroll intrigued him.

The Witch’s emphasis, coupled with subsequent double verification, had already affirmed the passivity of such an artificial perception system.

Namely, what I perceived after activation were all targets perceiving me.

In this circumstance, seeing the Jade Soul Master as the Heart Demon was quite normal.

Then, Prism of Radiant Transformation, Red Moon...and Patch, if they make any move, it wouldn’t be surprising.

But just in that short time, something challenged common sense—the giant dragon girl in front of him.

What he perceived with added perception just now was indeed the scene in front.

This was truly an unexpected focus.

Of course, it’s not that Sunny isn’t qualified.

Although from a personal perspective, her strength might be average, and her condition not great, don’t forget she is the Oath Taker of the Dragon King.

”Hello, Sunny.”

Looking at the face trying to feign calmness, Fu Qian smilingly greeted, like a neighbor passing by.