Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 1373: Chapter 1371: Fallen Guest Empire (30)

“Are you certain it’s necessary?”

While examining the third Holy Relic, Fu Qian casually asked.

About the length of a forearm, its entire body was rugged and gray-black, except for the blade line which was bright white and extended to the tip, seemingly raised like a spike.

Its unified body and handle resemble a chaotic stream crystallized upon it, but upon closer inspection, one can distinguish between the two as if the handle looks like bones blackened by sewage.

It permeated with unprecedented wickedness and grandeur; Fu Qian had no doubt about its lethality.

“By all appearances, you have the upper hand. Just wait here and if I show even a hint of imbalance, you’ve won.”

“Just now, you even said yourself that the ending is already destined.”

“That indeed is the truth. From the moment you consumed the fragment belonging to me, there was no way for you to escape.”

The agent maintained a good habit of answering every question posed by Fu Qian.

“You will forever be part of this world and also part of me.”

“But the process is not yet certain. Considering the unreasonable resilience you’ve shown, even after consuming the second portion of Divine Beings’ power, I need to accelerate this process.”

“However, don’t worry; I won’t walk there, weapon in hand, to pierce your heart.”

Before the voice fell, the agent reversed the direction of the weapon and directly pierced his own chest.

“To dissolve this tenacity more quickly, stronger sensations need to be introduced.”

This in no way affected his ability to speak, as he even rotated his arm slowly while speaking, carving an arc into his chest.

Unlike the instantaneously healed wound from earlier when he pulled out the weapon.

The smooth cut around the chest was all stained with the color of the blade, turning into something akin to a glass-like state.

And the agent’s movements hadn’t stopped; the short blade continued moving downward, cutting out one arc after another, as if he were sculpting scales on himself.

“Do you feel it? Our pain.”

…

No need to ask.

Though it became extremely difficult to look down, Fu Qian was well aware that his hand was mimicking the opponent’s movements exactly, though he didn’t hold a blade.

Even more bizarre was that, despite not holding a blade, he still felt his chest being sliced piece by piece.

Solely relying on perception, he couldn’t confirm whether this pain, far surpassing physical incision, was a reflection of the body opposite him or if his chest was truly being cut open.

An astute maneuver; this one indeed didn’t need to stab himself.

The nature of the opponent’s actions was simple; it introduced excessive stimulation to destroy the balance he had painstakingly maintained.

Originally, his condition was already precarious; any ripple in perception might incite waves overwhelming the boundaries of self-awareness.

Now, the opponent was akin to directly introducing a tsunami.

Not only a sapient will but also one impatient to expedite matters, this task is quite interesting.

Furthermore, despite being merely an agent, the backing power level is astonishingly high.

The nature of this blade, likened to the mixed impurities within the opponent, has reached such a level.

“Of course, so you knew all along that I would consume that fish?”

Even in dire straits, with his voice increasingly leaning towards the agent’s, Fu Qian maintained his commendable habit of eager learning.

“I didn’t know, including the initial fragment.”

The opponent clearly noticed Fu Qian’s intonation, even appeared gratified, evidenced by responding with a touch of Fu Qian’s tone, bringing both infinitely closer.

“You’re sharp and callously ruthless. After failing to confine you with my power, I initially didn’t plan to act against you further. Unfortunately, you couldn’t control your madness and absurdly attempted to digest the authority of the Divine Beings.”

Turns out it’s your doing, just couldn’t understand why start with such an exaggerating killer move, with subsequent actions rather routine.

Despite knowing the opponent’s words were means to accelerate, Fu Qian still couldn’t help but sigh inwardly.

Decisively indeed.

Upon discovering his threat escalated, he directly abandoned entanglement.

“You don’t understand the relationship between them and me, whether fragment or the fish you consumed.”

“Do you believe the two powers are distinctly different, hence consuming the second portion might not have the negative effect of the first?”

“Unfortunately, I’m the perfect amalgamation of the Gods’ authority, each portion inherently is ‘me’.”

“And soon, you will be too.”

“Indeed flawless.”

Examining the chaotic scene exposed beneath the scales, Fu Qian sincerely acknowledged the opponent’s integration ability and profoundly realized the feeble state of “self.”

The time for the Pseudo-Divine Being transformation is nearly here; once it ends, in his weakened resistance state, he will become part of this perfect integration more swiftly.

“But I’m curious, don’t these Divine Beings mind sharing an agent?”

“And the memory Frankie shared just now, it should be real, right? What caused it exactly? You should know?”

Even now, he hadn’t relinquished the admirable habit of seeking knowledge.

“I know, don’t worry.”

Fu Qian’s posture of valuing truth over life appeared to impact the agent.

Specifically, it was shown by how, while answering, his hand’s short blade stabbed deeper, directly slashing a breathtaking wound across his abdomen.

“Soon ‘our’ curiosity will automatically be satisfied.”

In mutually approaching, his voice has entirely synchronized with Fu Qian’s.

…

This delightful exchange had still come to a phase of ending, huh.

Fu Qian deeply comprehended the meaning within the opponent’s words, simultaneously feeling the tsunami-like impact following the severe wound.

“Very well.”

The next moment, he responded, relinquishing resistance.

What was once painstakingly maintained collapsed dramatically, most of his body, in a real sense, no longer belonged to him.

Even before the Pseudo-Divine Being transformation concluded.

“Greedy and insane indeed—”

However, in the next moment, the emergence of a statement within consciousness, even the accompanying delight abruptly ceased.

In its place was a soul-shivering terror.

“What is this!”

And this consciousness, Fu Qian was thoroughly certain, wasn’t his own anymore.

The force eagerly eroding him was frantically delineating boundaries from him, returning self.

Fu Qian understandably chose rejection.

Of course, he knew the source of this fear.

Trying to erode my self?

Sure, take it all, including that which transcends everything, cannot be severed by any means—life extraction.

The Pontiff’s gift is a gift; dissatisfaction comes from incorrect usage.

“Quick, sever it, do you truly wish to perish together?”

The fury within consciousness persisted.

“Sure, provided you can locate the connection’s source.”

Fu Qian straightforwardly replied, his voice cold and resolute.

“Find Him.”