Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 2598: Chapter 2593: Three Types of Lies

It sounds like just a few words, but it’s not easy to do.

After all, for Fu Qian, he is the one being swallowed, and his current actions are equivalent to making the opponent commit suicide.

It’s even making himself commit suicide. ”Self-fusion” is not just empty talk; with one careless move, the anchor point of self-identity might drift away.

So much so that at that moment, he even recalled the earnest admonitions of his leader before the departure.

Cass’s state of self-struggle seems similar to this feeling?

One can only say it’s worthy of the dean, even if some areas weren’t explored deeply, a cosmic-like guidance and example were still provided.

Of course, the hardest part is the curiosity that needs to be let go.

This scene is one of a kind, just one more look is a gain.

But once returning to oneself, the perception will be gone.

Considering this, Fu Qian has already pushed it to the extreme.

Behind this effortless tear is a perfect combination of power, will, and operational experience, with a thorough calculation of the cost—cough cough!

Since transforming into the Mechanical Abandoned Prison King, Fu Qian seldom coughed, but now he did twice.

Comparable to a visceral critical strike against himself, at that moment, he almost couldn’t stand steady.

As for his body, it appeared ghastly; roughly described, if Brother Ah Fei still had consciousness, just one look would make him think the torture suffered earlier as a tool no longer needs to be bothered.

Fortunately, the results of this sacrifice were significant; the other Tyrant, torn into two pieces, had already completely merged into the crystal beneath him.

Logically, though it seems tricky, if not for the concern of breaking this place, dealing with it by direct confrontation should be somewhat simpler.

As for now, it can only be said the cost was worth it.

Although the Holy Infant Star can no longer be seen, the scene just now almost provides a point of entry to incorporate his fruit-and-sugar theory into the entire Doomsday framework.

And many longstanding questions also seem to have corresponding answers.

Like a point that perplexed many senior experts, is this really the afterglow of Doomsday?

The answer is not very optimistic.

Because compared to that, Fu Qian cares more about another sentence, which now seems to be explainable—”Don’t indulge in lies.”

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What exactly is the lie referred to in the strong reminder from the Red Moon?

All along, Fu Qian had actually attempted to provide answers.

For instance, it refers to the actions of the warehouse, recklessly altering history.

In fact, that is also the main content of his work.

And the Red Moon might not want to be used as a pawn, hence even a well-intentioned reminder is possible.

Another one is the special curse suffered by it.

Various signs currently indicate that the Red Moon initially isn’t a real moon, but was twisted into that form.

And forcibly defining a possible unrelated Superior Being as a sphere to continue serving as the worship object of the Bloodline Clan.

Just thinking about it conveys the remarkable power behind it.

Moreover, this isn’t the only case; another Superior Being, Hamadus, was directly shaped into a ship.

Therefore, Fu Qian had long considered whether the purpose of the Red Moon finding him was hoping he could see through the lie and rescue her.

However, now it seems, there appears to be a third explanation—extract all elements of an apple, then recompile them back together, is it still an apple?

Isn’t this also a kind of lie?

Like the Holy Infant Star seen just now, the crystallization by the Order of Blood was merely the first step; if the remaining parts are all completely converted, and then regroup like Moore in sight, what then?

There is reason to suspect that is the future Rom desperately wants to avoid.

And the Inverted Lake and Whale, representing the Fool, appear to be successful cases.

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It’s known that the Sea of Ashes was born from the Long Night, and the Fool looks unmistakably like the Ancient Supremes, so the scene of bearing the storm with a physical body should have occurred during that Long Night.

As for the origin of the resulting storm, although there is no precise explanation at present, it seems quite related to the crystal curse.

And the Fool’s actions merely ensured that the material world was minimally affected.

The gods, more deeply entangled with the Transcendent, have even heavier traces of crystal on them.

Gradually eroded, condensed, and eventually becomes something seemingly different, by then, is the one referred to as God still the God he once was?

It’s undeniable that this thing is somewhat sinister.

Moreover, this is not the most miserable case; some didn’t even complete the reassembly process, the sugar escaping the body and directly turning into ”Heavenly Dao.”

The remaining broken body either completely collapses or searches for substitutes, resulting in many bizarrely-shaped Superior Beings.

Yet meanwhile, the Red Moon’s mental state, though not great, its power seems relatively intact.

To the extent that the curse on It even bears a second explanation—was it really ”shaped” into this?

Is it possible that this was a method to avoid the storm? By hiding under the concept of the moon?

Concepts have power, and in ongoing research, this statement has been increasingly proven.

In order to avoid the incessant storms, to dodge the crystals specifically eroding the Transcendent, do these Superior Beings require some firewalls?

Even starting from this point, the behavior of the Prism of Radiant Transformation follows with an explanation.

Remaining low-key and behind the scenes for thousands of years, never appearing unless necessary, is it to avoid being battered by the storm?

Even Its previous statement, ”The night and nightmare are too long,” sounds very fitting to the plight of the Superior Beings.

After all, for ordinary humans, perhaps due to the Fool’s shelter, Doomsday only arrived nineteen years ago.

But for the gods, that Long Night can entirely be said to have never ended, for the storm never ceased, the erosion never stopped, only constantly struggling to find a way out.

It can only be said, just by random contemplation, the atmospheric sensation leaps out.

In short, if truly such a scenario exists, there’s a reasonable and rational explanation for why everything related to the Transcendent is so chaotic.

At the same time, the seemingly peaceful material world actually has always been built on a volcano.

Those Superior Beings of the Mother of the Gospel group, nineteen years ago, even without much malice, the mere act of breaching the barrier could unexpectedly break the balance, rendering the Fool completely unsupportable.

This is also why the previous statement about the situation looking not optimistic was made.

Certainly, even if this is indeed the situation, there remains a core question that requires answering—

Assuming there truly exists an overly robust barrier, and the restriction is mutual, trapping these struggling Superior Beings inside.

Considering the state of this place, outside the barrier, what mindset has the Mother of the Gospel group been in all these years, so determined to come in and eat shit?