Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 1678: Chapter 1673: Mission Complete, Off the Hook

"What did you do!"

Even though the wave moved really slowly, Fu Qian still felt something sharp in his hand at a certain moment.

The smooth golden cover was swiftly transforming into thorny rings, struggling with immense power, the "alive" attribute was more evident than ever before.

And amidst Sha Ming’s existentially questioning roar, Fu Qian was clearly aware that the effect of "Homeward" could already be used.

Considering the Red Moon’s recent taciturnity, Fu Qian prioritized taking off the mask on his face.

"Hehe... not bad."

As the scene abruptly switched, a string of joyful laughter followed.

Patch, who insisted on watching the drama till now, seemed very satisfied with the final twists and turns.

"Someone as interesting as you, why choose such boring work?"

Their regret for casting pearls before swine accompanied it.

"Guess, hehe..."

In response, Fu Qian laughed in exactly the same style.

"No wonder people say when you catch a big fish, it’s easy to lose your way home..."

Next moment, sitting at a familiar table, where he could no longer hear Patch’s voice, Fu Qian suppressed the force still moving in his hand, silently acknowledging a certain life experience.

...

Turning gold into copper, this legendary technique, was actually accomplished by himself.

At this moment, there was no trace of the Golden Canon in Fu Qian’s hand.

Instead, a fish formed by interconnected ring-sized copper circles appeared.

It floundered vigorously like a real fish under grip.

Yes, it’s the same form as one of the three Holy Relics of the Fallen Star Clan encountered during the mission with the Nightmare Spokesperson.

Of course, there were differences; for one, the copper rings were noticeably damaged and not so complete.

Secondly, the surface was adorned with strands of crimson, like blood flowing from the damage.

But that’s just an illusion; in reality, it’s his own blood.

The fact that he managed to bring it back was undoubtedly due to the ring’s incredible effect, forcefully twisting the Transcription of Truth, causing rules to fail.

And disappearing along with it were Lord Pa Qi’s deceptive tricks.

The final result was that the accumulated wounds were erupting all at once.

The scene can hardly be described as merely tragic.

That rag doll was clearly not ordinary, leading to deep suspicion that it could even utilize "Rule" like Sha Ming.

Adding its outright brutal methods, Fu Qian knew without looking that his skull hadn’t closed yet.

Other places were more severely damaged, with limbs missing, and even several pieces of equipment kept inside flesh were scattered out.

The only consolation was that they exploded together after returning here, so he could still retrieve them.

Though visually impactful, this wasn’t the most severe problem at the moment.

He is a flesh and blood expert after all, this level of injury wasn’t the first time.

The crux now was that the fish in his hand was unstable—even in the warehouse.

...

Struggling was merely a façade, the opposing party was desperately trying to escape the "fish" state.

Fu Qian understood this quite clearly and even seemed to feel the rapidly accumulating hostility during the process.

Honestly, he wasn’t too surprised by this resistance.

The ring’s effect successfully breaking the stalemate at this level is already commendable, expecting more would be excessively demanding.

Fu Qian’s original plan included the idea that if he managed to bring it back to the warehouse, the latter might help in suppressing it somewhat.

Unfortunately, the latter was completely disinterested in vindicating itself, as strongly despised by Brother Sanxun; it lay idle with no movement.

How to deal with this thing seemed to become a hassle.

If he truly left it here unmanaged, it felt like a commotion could happen.

Not to mention it’s blatantly locked onto him with a hateful perspective—

Casually tossing it aside, Fu Qian genuinely didn’t care about the fish, instead, he felt around the ground and picked up a blood-stained cylinder.

...

Kaldora’s Flesh and Blood, the experimental material he specially fetched from the Academy, how could he forget to inspect it?

Indeed, preserving this thing was a comforting matter.

After all, theoretically speaking, there were numerous threats capable of causing influence, like those deemed "Bonds."

Crack—

With a crisp sound, the cylinder opened sideways again, revealing the scene inside.

Both flourishing and decaying.

Initially deciding to do so seemed correct.

This cluster capable of merging everything transcendent underwent real change after the volcanic journey.

Hair-thin, vortex-shaped floral patterns were growing from the blood and flesh at the bottom and intricately entangled to form a whole.

Compared to the tree, this was surely closer to the visions seen at the other side of the Stars Association.

This undoubtedly supported the earlier speculation a bit.

Although it appeared to be a mere model, lacking power.

Nonetheless, there was still something proving this wasn’t a coincidence—the patterns were withering.

Like real plants wilting, dispersing into ashes.

A phenomenon witnessed at the other side of the Stars Association.

So, the warehouse didn’t do nothing?

Just too minuscule of effort, only impacting such small models, might as well not bother plagiarizing academic works?

Shaking his head, Fu Qian grabbed the fish that seemed attempting to ram into him.

Compared to before, its copper ring damage seemed more extensive, and its state was more unstable.

Yet no matter what, the concept of "fish" was still binding it, allowing it only to execute head-butting attacks while swimming.

But this was temporary; soon the damage would worsen, and its retaliation methods would increase...

But it’s alright, what was that saying—"I want to eat fish."

Fu Qian’s just-closed chest once again exaggeratedly opened to both sides.

As if sensing the danger, the fish in his hand began a frantic struggle, copper rings being torn apart.

Sadly, freedom was ultimately too distant, under the vice-like grip, it was ultimately swallowed whole.

...

[World Weary]

[Become the essential symbol of False Law authority.

Supreme, inviolable, law is the ultimate manifestation of order, possessing the primal instinct to purify all.

During the long years of this authority’s absence, the resulting lack tore at the world to fill itself, thus forging power forms with similar facades.

Yet they are ultimately false; in the true law’s return, they should hold no meaning anymore.

Now, you are their meaning.]

(End of Volume Seven Rare Treasure)