Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 1543: Chapter 1538: Human Mandrake (47)

Silent Contemplation.

Struck by the moonlight, one falls into a special slowdown, accumulating to a certain point where the ancient majesty is faced deep in the heart.

Regarding the insights gained from the Gulad Family’s secret treasure, Fu Qian, though yet to attempt activation, would never forget it.

Our racial form isn’t just randomly sculpted.

Although he never thought he’d necessarily use it, after deeply realizing the theme of "face" in this mission, Fu Qian was the first to sublimate to this ancient glory.

In necessary situations, it undoubtedly serves as a solid endorsement of the story.

Even after discovering the power constraints of this bizarre place, it seemed even more appropriate.

After all, it’s merely a trace of a Superior Being’s lingering aura, much smaller in scale than the omnipresent Order of Blood, right?

Perfectly suitable for bypassing the "power" constraints.

Ultimately, for him, power was never the focus; the meaning it represented was.

And though it’s uncertain what Mr. Li Sr. "saw," it’s evident that this Rashomon already has a truth in his mind.

Considering Luyi might have prepared a countermeasure for physical annihilation, how could he not prepare for the worst-case scenario as well?

Who gave you the courage to compete in a cultural victory against an academic leader?

...

Years later, when Mr. Li Sr. and Lady Ji Ning looked at each other with teary eyes, would they remember the afternoon when the Angel Envoy from the moon took him to witness ancient glory?

But what is certain is that at this moment, he clearly thought a lot.

About the Face of the Divine Human, about the Larea Royal Court, about the awakening of the Envoys, about the return of ancient noble matters...

Fu Qian even believes that even if Luyi invited the forces behind him now to show up, it would be difficult to reverse the disadvantage.

In the cultural industry, innovation is the core of competitiveness; a mere imitation only increases laughter.

What’s more, if previous guesses are correct, meaning the Order of Blood is indeed operating under power constraints, then he likely lacks such operational space.

Luyi’s previous joy was simple; with physical annihilation unachieved and cultural victory in absolute disadvantage, there’s no hope of a comeback.

As two story masters who understand consensus rules, neither of us could ever agree with the other.

The only remaining variable is Mr. Li Sr.

Especially since this one is still alive, it would be impossible not to stay vigilant.

The reality is, Mr. Li Sr. not only showed no interest in communicating, but even upgraded at the last moment, directly pointing his sword at him.

The advantage gained by using every conceivable means evaporated at this moment, exposing himself to the threat of physical annihilation.

At this point, all my hopes for a comeback were completely annihilated, the situation settled.

It’s a pity, as mentioned before, everyone is limited by their perception, bound by their mindset, like Luyi, like——

"Annalise?"

In a prolonged yet brief silence, having grasped the secrets of heaven, Mr. Li Sr. finally spoke, slowly uttering a name to Fu Qian.

It was obvious he had seen something and had already formed a conclusion, just wanting Fu Qian’s confirmation——

"No."

Unfortunately, Fu Qian shook his head.

Kidding, no matter what resolution of ancient majesty you saw, I bear the true visage of the Pontiff Niel Glegorya.

It’s a matter of principle.

...

It’s clear, at that moment Mr. Li Sr. had another flood of thoughts.

However, reassuringly, upon advancing to the Second Phase, it even seemed to stimulate active thinking, and with just a breath, he regained his composure.

"I see, all along the name of the Progenitor of the Blood Clan was wrong..."

This time he didn’t seek Fu Qian’s confirmation, but whispered to himself, seemingly shaken by the ancient secrets he realized.

The demeanor of enlightenment during the upgrade was broken by Silent Contemplation, inadvertently revealing more humanity.

"The Bloodline Clan, hahaha... just crude puppets."

And to his remark, Fu Qian seemed to hear something amusing, continuing with an evaluation enough to catalyze a neuro disorder.

"Of course, it’s not without more laughable terms... like Pureblood Vampires."

In just a few words, he effortlessly expanded the breadth and depth of the ancient secrets Mr. Li Sr. realized.

Securing an absolute advantage in cultural victory, further fortifying Brother Luyi’s barrier to a comeback—though the latter still hasn’t given up.

Boom!

The moment after mocking the Bloodline Clan, Fu Qian’s figure had already shot forward.

And with his landing, accompanied by a punch.

However, the target wasn’t Luyi, but Li He.

Even the speed wasn’t particularly fast, as if intentionally alerting the target.

Mr. Li Sr., just having completed his upgrade, indeed appeared to receive this point, and instantly reacted.

Though his reaction wasn’t quite logical.

Moments earlier with murderous intent, Mr. Li Sr. faced the assault without any counteraction, seemingly even suppressing the urge to dodge.

Flesh splattered.

Before the Sage’s Punishment, the struck spot had no different fate than the previous arm.

And through the terrifying wound, a peculiar humanoid figure emerged.

Slight in stature, hunched in posture, possessing a vaguely gentle face.

Of course, all of this was sculpted from what originally belonged to Mr. Li Sr.’s flesh.

So when Fu Qian forcibly drew it out, the original limb bore an even greater cavity.

This figure was truly striking.

Far from the Tree Infants annihilated earlier, this was the true new Royal descendant.

No surprise, as the nominal source of the Order of Blood, it clearly was much stronger than those minions, and Brother Luyi indeed appeared capable of guiding its actions.

As for why attack Mr. Li Sr. first?

The answer Fu Qian surmised from within was that, in Luyi’s judgment, turning the story around in Li He’s mind was impossible; his prolonged presence as an audience would only act as a side-effect.

So Luyi ultimately tried to emulate, transitioning from cultural victory to physical annihilation.

Alas, it was but a laughable attempt.

"How did you find out?"

Without a trace of tremble, in Mr. Li Sr.’s gaze, the figure Fu Qian dragged out instantaneously turned into a puddle of flesh.

The Royal descendant chose to flee once more.

Meanwhile, the query from eastward came too.

"Easy, I didn’t find out."

Fu Qian’s response was a scoff, denying the question itself.