Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 2480: Chapter 2475: Monarch’s Will

Of course, it’s not that easy to align.

Just like in the game, arriving at a place, finding that it matches a clue obtained earlier, and smoothly unlocking the next stage of development, is certainly wonderful, but one must also respect astronomy.

The odds of getting everything to align when you randomly rush into a scene with the season not even being certain are truly slim.

Fortunately, it wasn’t necessary to align everything completely, besides the coordinates provided by the technicians at the time, Fu Qian also had some knowledge of interception methods like the Star Pulling Technique.

Teaching a person to fish is better than giving them fish; a few matched points are enough to lock the area corresponding to that map within a certain range.

The problem now is the range has almost been gone through once.

Disturbing the situation in Moore, leaving behind a vibrant vegetable garden, does not mean things would unfold gradually here.

Returning alone with clarity, Fu Qian’s goals have always been straightforward, directly heading to the previously unexplored coordinates.

Though it seems somewhat disappointing.

Ashes... still ashes, besides the dead silence and chaos, there’s nothing else—not surprising.

At that time, just using the Prism to gain Insight into an Extraordinary Item, gained a cryptic message, without any evidence proving it was the ”opportunity” belonging to oneself or anything.

Then, directly coming over and finding the Spirit Monster Immortal Mansion or something, overly simplifies such groundless blind exploration as overly ideal.

Even the Star Map obtained that time also has a reasonable explanation... saying, was there anything underneath me anyway? Isn’t it normal not to find anything? Where’s the deception?

In summary, the current results were within Fu Qian’s high-probability prediction.

Even if there was something real, it’s not something that could be encountered just by turning around once.

Otherwise, Cass’s exploration map, which almost covers the entire Sea of Ashes, wouldn’t end up fruitless.

That certainly does not mean the efforts along the exploration so far have been meaningless.

Given it was anticipated, how could there not be a next step in the plan?

...

Splash!

In the darkness, Fu Qian’s body unexpectedly stood up slowly amidst the waves, rising to an exaggerated level, as if a legendary Darkness King was coming.

Of course, upon closer inspection, it’s obvious that it’s merely a mountain-like giant creature beneath him, using its head to slowly lift him up.

You could even see dozens or hundreds of eyes with different colors on the head, filled with a lust for blood and violence, incapable of restraining the desire for destruction.

Why could it restrain now, even cooperating to almost become an honorary guard?

It’s quite simple, the reason it could play a riding role all the way here—Fu Qian was not standing on its head but inside its brain.

As with last time in the Sea of Ashes when pulling for labor, countless thin lines extending from his feet had already penetrated the flesh.

No subjective will was required, forcibly compelling actions.

Compared to the last creature, this one clearly had more rebellious spirit, already having launched covert attacks multiple times.

Hiss—

Just like now.

As Fu Qian was lifted to a considerable height with half of the body exposed above the water, a fin on the side sprayed a brilliance at Fu Qian.

Crack!

Just a pity, before the light reached, a more unusual sound emerged.

The giant head had already bloomed like a flower.

The hard Bone Plate was torn open by the thin strands that had infiltrated within, successfully triggering a howl of pain.

Amidst this earth-shattering commotion, Fu Qian reached into his arms and pulled out a small scroll.

Opening it with a casual gesture, as if declaring a decree.

...

Of course, it was the Burial Scroll.

How could such an important scientific expedition not bring the Pontiff’s bestowed item?

It really had been hidden within his ”arms”, ravished repeatedly, Fu Qian’s clothes were in tatters, without any function to store things.

Luckily, Fu Qian’s flesh and blood pouch had long been scientifically designed, eliminating any worry.

Tap!

The moment the Burial Scroll was taken out, a drop of blood had already fallen from Fu Qian’s fingertip onto it.

Considering the brief duration, naturally selecting an appropriate usage timing was necessary.

After the previous round of maneuvering, the possible scope had been locked to a relatively feasible scale.

Next, an attempt can be made to wander with temporarily recovered perception within this range—oh?

At the next moment, Fu Qian showed good ability at the Star Pulling Technique.

Even without having to wander, just not far beside where the hand was, a shadow had appeared unexpectedly, height even more exaggerated than Fu Qian’s current position.

...

Oh?

As a Caring Valley researcher, certainly not bothered by being overshadowed like this.

What attracted Fu Qian at that moment was the shape of the shadow.

Among the undulating Sea of Ashes, various things would appear out of thin air.

Even the existence of creatures can emerge and vanish; what more of some inanimate objects.

Now the problem was, the shape of the island-like thing was in some places not so close to nature, surprisingly bearing significant traces of human culture.

So, is it... a palace? A tower? A Spirit Temple?

Given the ruins are merely some broken piles, identification was indeed challenging.

But to Fu Qian, there was a sense of original grandeur.

If this wasn’t impactful enough, Fu Qian pointed out something even more striking—an Angel?

Among the numerous ruins, a place with sharp lines like swords, towering upwards piercing the sky, seemingly judging all with rebellion.

And indeed, there lay a massive body, impaled upon it.

Humanoid limbs, head missing, back with six wings.

Even those wings were almost entirely tattered, appearing as though scorched by the fire of karma, leaving only burnt roots.

Even the impaled posture was indeed upward facing, body curling into an exaggerated arc, exuding a powerful presence of a Fallen Angel.

Only now it and the architecture impaling it were made of lifeless ashes, making it hard to discern whether it was a fossil or sculpture.

Though for Fu Qian, regardless of which one, the scene in front felt awfully familiar.

During the time at Silver Mist Manor, the Blasphemous King had shown his ”past life.”

The most iconic scene involved a noble existence falling amidst wailing, burned by endless flames.

So the shape in front truly was coincidental.

Even the place of the fall back then was indeed a rising and falling Sea of Ashes...

After some staggering steps, did the opportunity finally arrive at my doorstep?

Did the Blasphemous King’s tempting means have mysterious aspects unseen by oneself, not entirely imaginary?

Splash—

Amidst Fu Qian’s amazement, even without waiting for him to store the scroll, new movements had begun, with more fins on the giant creature aiming at this direction.