Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 1546: Chapter 1541: The First Full Moon

Indeed, the academic atmosphere is rich, and within just a day of arrival, I’ve gained much.

At the bright noontime in the Academy, Fu Qian returned to the laboratory, stretched leisurely, and stood up.

Who would have thought today’s signing in would encounter the former Academy Dean, engaging in friendly conversations about Sword Dao, bloodline, mental devastation, and various other topics.

Yet beyond all this, including the final scraps of the Reminiscence Record, there was another precious gain: Rom’s demonstration.

At the end of Luyi’s Reminiscence Record story, the omnipresent erosion, or the Order of Blood, clearly originates from the new offspring of the Royal Family.

Everything he did before was guiding toward this point.

But here lies a problem, at the beginning of the story, the oppressive Order of Blood power driving everyone to explore, undoubtedly came from Rom standing behind him.

The essence here is equivalent to Rom showcasing a dominion controlled by "Him," and in the story’s conclusion, this dominion would belong to another Superior Being.

This overly apparent intersection always feels like a potential manifestation of the fruit and sugar speculation I previously discussed with Su Gao.

For an academic worker, nothing is more gratifying than evidence emerging for a conjecture.

Uncertain of Rom’s collaboration method with the Native Council, but judging from the previous Dunis incident, even in a crippled state, the God of Hubbub contemplates seizing control, it’s hard to imagine his state being excellent.

In summary, it somewhat proves the fruit and sugar theory while suggesting Rom too is likely a living fossil of the Supernatural World’s chaotic essence; talking with him more if possible would undoubtedly enrich my theories markedly.

Another reason for friendly communication with the Native Council.

Of course, that’s long-term planning, presently, there are more direct matters to attend to.

Fu Qian looked up.

Unfortunately, the only employee isn’t present, so I must handle things personally.

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With a leisurely demeanor, Fu Qian ascended the stairs step by step, inspecting the changes on each level of the laboratory.

Regrettably, he quickly found that he had hardly any concept of what it originally looked like.

As someone habitually skipping work, this place might be less familiar to him than to Professor Lisa.

Yet, Fu Qian could easily recognize the area Miss Liushuang had organized for her own activities.

Regarding the impressions, one can only say it’s rather modest for a young person.

Clearly, although she possesses a mansion-like laboratory, she doesn’t seem inclined to enjoy life.

However, personal preferences are one thing, perhaps borrowing some funds to improve living conditions another day is needed.

After all, it’s a top-tier Academy laboratory, employee benefits are crucial for its image, slacking can’t be done.

"Let me think, how is this thing used?"

Silently contemplating, Fu Qian soon reached the amber-colored spire, speaking to the dial on one side.

Searching memory didn’t take much time; in the next moment, he reached out, grabbed the needle, and turned it counterclockwise.

As he released his hand, darkness abruptly descended before his eyes.

Indeed, what Fu Qian was doing at this moment was emulating Miss Liushuang’s technique of reversing light and darkness.

Though this natural darkness doesn’t affect vision in any way, the ambiance feels different.

Especially for what he was about to do next.

Returning the original route, Fu Qian sat back at his seat, confirmed briefly, and snapped his fingers.

In the next moment, a brilliant, dazzling moonlight tore through the shadows, striking his body.

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Casual leisure after busyness occasionally brings a few threads of hesitation.

Moreover, just having experienced the fleeting years.

When enlightening Mr. Li Sr. with the Moonlight Orbital Cannon, Fu Qian was curious about what kind of majesty he truly beheld.

Considering the recent hectic schedule, the insight gained hasn’t yet been experienced in person.

This time embodying the Angel Envoy returning from antiquity, perhaps Mr. Li Sr. and others won’t have impressions, but within the Native Council represented by Brother Luyi, undoubtedly the renown would easily spread.

To make this reputation genuine, brushing up on knowledge should be done regardless.

The moonlight in the darkness grows increasingly radiant and dazzling, yet its impact isn’t that strong.

Even Mr. Li Sr., at the time, was only somewhat awkward, Fu Qian naturally bearing it more comfortably.

Yet he didn’t waste the process, savoring the accumulation of power with each ray falling.

Soon, the misalignment sluggishness experienced in Ancient Reminiscence once again assaulted him.

At a certain moment, Fu Qian felt the view before him suddenly brightened.

A great full moon abruptly appeared, almost occupying his entire vision instantaneously.

From the edge, the backdrop of a deep blue starry veil is visible.

Yet, the more so, the more the terrifying oppressiveness is felt.

Indeed, it represents exaggeratedly high ranking and power, but it seems no longer a resolution issue.

Such ancient glory of the Progenitor of the Blood Clan, even without a shadow of Her Excellency Annalise?

No wonder Mr. Li Sr. didn’t question the mismatch of appearance.

For him, what he witnessed at the time was merely this sanctity.

Combining the fact that the Progenitor of the Blood Clan indeed uses the moon as a symbol, forming a perfect match with his own story.

Quite impressive indeed!

Fu Qian praised inwardly for a moment.

If not for this, reaching such a level of confidence for someone like Mr. Li Sr., an old hand, would be difficult.

Of course, that’s not the only feeling, there’s another more direct—warmth.

Although the silver light is cold, under the reflection of this colossal entity, Fu Qian actually felt a trace of unique warmth—much like when he climbed out of bed years ago, stepping into that courtyard kneeling with a werewolf.

Indeed, at the very moment the full moon appeared, Fu Qian keenly awakened a certain sensation buried deep in his memory.

He was quite sure that this scene before him was not the first time he witnessed it.

"Go take a look, the moon tonight is exceptionally warm."

The words of the attending doctor wielding a sickle still echo in his ears.

So, when first peering into the dream, the first Inspiration I obtained was indeed the symbol of the Progenitor of the Blood Clan?

The issue is, as already proven with the Abyssal Chronicle, Annalise has long fallen.

Moreover, the Red Moon I later encountered indeed addressed me as a child.

The relationship between the two, and the special state of the Red Moon, even the distant Dark Moon... the concept behind the moon always feels quite complex.

Silently, the full moon already dissipated, yet Fu Qian continued to marvel.

The previous evaluation of the Academy’s academic atmosphere was truly not overstated.

Facing the ancient glory of the Progenitor of the Blood Clan, my gains exceed those of Mr. Li Sr. significantly.