Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 2444: Chapter 2439: The Prophet Is Dead (50)

Mother?

Indeed, the answer given by the Clown actually lived up to the sense of anticipation.

Although so far, the crying seemed to have shown no obvious effect.

But considering it appeared almost concurrently with Ashfall, Fu Qian still tends to believe the backstage team that orchestrates everything must have some understanding of it.

The results did not disappoint him; they truly have knowledge in this area, although the information is somewhat extraordinary—

”The mother of everyone?”

Because it’s overly abstract, it doesn’t make people think it’s nonsense. Fu Qian casually confirmed.

”Yes, including those self-proclaimed Demigods, and including myself—”

The Clown seemed to find it funny as well, his smile becoming more exaggerated, pointing at himself.

”Even that Death Angel, all the same in the end.”

...

Interesting, a conceptual mother?

The more exaggerated it sounds, it seems even those who doze off, even Demigods, can’t escape the suppression of seniority.

If this can be somewhat understood, does it mean even the team of the ”Eternal Night” plan, even the person in charge, can’t escape either?

This is truly extraordinary, worthy of a Rule-level existence, and his choice of topic was right.

Fu Qian was slightly nodding, quite satisfied with his intuition as an academic leader.

Yet this is just the beginning. If this is true, then more details of the ”Eternal Night” plan also seem to be becoming clearer.

For example, why does a place, clearly hosting the Ji Family’s family-secret skill, seem to have every supernatural being mastering it?

At first glance, it seems easily understandable. After all, through previous mission experiences, one could deduce that the Ji Family’s bloodline power derived from this deep and gathering locality.

Shared by the Ji Family’s ancestor Ji Feng who controls the Unseen Hillock, in a special way with them.

Even the ever-plotting Mother of the Gospel once attempted to use this channel, guiding the Ji Family’s Golden Generation, attempting to cross over using the bloodline’s strength.

In contrast, the characters of the Unseen Hillock can almost be considered as NPCs in Ji Feng’s dream, with a closer relationship, receiving a bit of favor is quite normal?

On the surface, this seems reasonable, but there’s a small detail—Ashfall was guided out by the Death Angel team, part of the core of the Eternal Night plan.

Regardless of whether this fundamentally represents Ji Feng’s will, this implies for this team, Ashfall is a controllable method.

Meaning that in their action plan, they indeed have ways to manipulate it.

How exactly was Ashfall triggered? Originally, this was a difficult question to grasp, but thinking of the Ji Family’s example, suddenly it seemed to have a reference point.

Mother... What could represent the power of bloodline better than this term?

Is it possible that the Ashfall on these people is of the same nature as that of the Ji Family, also ancestral grace?

A bunch of supernatural beings sharing a physiological mother may seem hard to imagine.

But don’t forget, in the previous discussion with Cass, there was already a demonstration that the hereditary nature of Extraordinary Power could be more conceptual, more abstract.

To give an example, right now, regardless of whether human or ghost, forcibly write into the genealogy, thereby granting inheritance rights...

And this also seems to explain, to some extent, why the cries are heard after the widespread Ashfall begins.

And as the extent deepens, the cries become clearer.

At that moment Fu Qian deeply felt that his bloodline subject seemed to have gained another valuable case.

Of course, there’s still a very practical problem at hand: how did Ah Wei force a group of people to recognize a mother?

”Interesting... So that’s why they’re all sleeping so soundly?”

A series of thoughts flashing by, without delay, Fu Qian gave his approval.

Clap! Clap clap!

And what responded to him was the Clown’s enthusiastic applause.

”The brilliant plan of the Death Angel has indeed found an appreciative audience!”

...

The words were well-spoken, but it was hard to detect any respect for the leader within them.

In Fu Qian’s view, the Clown didn’t even need to finish a sentence to warrant being fired eight times over.

”Indeed, the core of the entire plan is to have everyone in the Unseen Hillock embraced by the term ’mother.’

Unfortunately, the Clown remained unaware, continuing to share the core secrets.

”Achieving this is not easy, at least according to the Death Angel’s assertion... It’s guidance only he can accomplish.”

The last sentence was clearly in a mimicry tone, though the original imposing dialogue had a noticeable alteration in flavor.

”And you just believed him?”

One can imagine the scene, though Fu Qian also believed in these super criminals’ level of rebellion not making them easily convinced.

”It’s still reasonable, after all, he has already demonstrated previous abilities to influence others’ actions—while the power of the mother, albeit strong, completely lacks communication with the external world.”

The Clown, surprisingly, was quite persuadable, with the last sentence clearly paralleling earlier segments, repeating what Ah Wei had said, containing a significant amount of information.

”There really is a ’mother’?”

Fu Qian was momentarily quite interested.

”Of course there is, and she’s not even a Demigod, like me.”

The Clown responded quite bluntly, placing his hand over his ear, mimicking a listening gesture at that moment.

”With such real crying, you think it’s fabricated?”

...

”Makes sense.”

In that moment, Fu Qian expressed that there was no flaw.

With Ashfall all over, while the cries weren’t particularly loud, the details could be heard more profoundly.

So much so that one could imagine the scene, a young woman sobbing.

And not the pretentious kind of sadness, but akin to dreaming, with a sense of surrealism as mentioned before.

”Not a Demigod, yet with a host of Demigod offspring... Alright, what does she specifically look like?”

Seemingly chatting idly, yet actually everyone was carefully keeping their measure.

For instance, the Clown clearly knew that unless the given answer was substantial enough, this tacit delay might likely fail.

Nevertheless, in such an atmosphere, Fu Qian, talking to himself, surprisingly focused on someone’s appearance.

”Hmm... like that.”

After a brief silence, the Clown gestured towards the lake.

Unnoticed, the rubber duck he had thrown earlier had already reached the center of the lake.

With the overlap of the two worlds becoming so apparent.

So much so that the crowd at the lake’s bottom had become vividly clear at that position.

Simultaneously, the surface of the water seemingly floating void, quietly lying a silhouette.

From this angle, the face wasn’t visible, platinum-blonde hair smoothly draped, clothes indeed styled youthfully.

”I see, I might actually know her name...”

In that moment, Fu Qian sighed.

”Sophia.”