Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 2125: Chapter 2120: Precision Execution

The pupil of the eyeball in the hand seemed to reflect a golden color at that moment.

Precise strike, this is something Fu Qian expressed happens to be a specialty.

Even previously it has been proven that the golden Fire of Madness is particularly effective against the creations in this nightmare.

By using the identity of the thief, the Nightmare Indigenous, to force him to make the "scene" clearer, it is not just for the Witch’s convenience in observation.

Although theoretically now, I only have eye radar, just like dealing with that Three-in-One Upper Ruler in Lan Fyla before, the Abandonment King’s unique Calamity Perspective still exists.

So even when the thief added catalysts to make the fear more concrete, Fu Qian had already been attempting to lock in.

The Witch’s critique is certainly trustworthy; that thing is so abstract even she finds it difficult to grasp.

But don’t forget that after losing Extraordinary Perception, the form of Calamity Authority is naturally quite abstract.

So much so that throughout the process, Fu Qian didn’t even have much discomfort, turning a disadvantage into an advantage in a unique way.

And by the time it was confirmed with the Witch whether it could directly obliterate that Nightmare Power Core, another Calamity Eye was finally manifested, even entering the charging stage.

Moreover, the Witch wasn’t wrong; that thing indeed lacks intelligence.

Faced with such a threat, one should not say it was unmoving but say the reaction was truly instinctual—the negativity on oneself was even accelerating in accumulation.

The feeling was very strange; on one hand, the blood seemed to have solidified, but on the other hand, it was eager to leave the body.

And what’s more special is that I also felt the same urgency.

Wanting to become that state where bodily fluids dry up, everything filthy washed away, becoming increasingly pure.

It’s not just a psychological feeling; from Fu Qian’s professional physical sensation, it is more inclined to think it’s a curse that can continue to spread and grow on the body.

Truly special power, an amazing way of counteracting, but the only problem here—

The counterattack will make it more exposed, and the speed of Calamity Eye opening is also accelerated.

So much so that when the Witch confirmed she could temporarily take control, the power was already more than halfway charged.

Not only that, but the last stimulus given to the thief excited a reaction that helped confirm that those insects fear transformation akin to, even incidentally tested a trick, specifying calamity to erupt in the form of Fire of Madness.

The final practice was very effective, at this moment successfully replicating onto the one facing me with accumulated power.

"What did you do—"

Perhaps I can’t see much of the specific effect, but someone can.

Almost instantly, the thief let out a scream reminiscent of a stomped kidney, sounding thoroughly mad.

It’s not unwarranted; as his big face stared over dead-set, it even rapidly grew larger.

For the first time ever leaping down, really took a bite—although this strike abandoning ceremonials ultimately did not succeed.

In an instant, as if a concept of coldness descended, encompassing all.

While no frost or snow appeared, the thief in mid-air was directly frozen there.

The slender limbs stretched in the air had an unusual grace when looking at them.

...

Pontiff mighty.

Who else could it be, what the Witch said indeed without any reservations, saying it could be controlled it could be controlled.

Praising, Fu Qian glanced around, not just the thief had stopped, the tangled insects in the passage were also transformed into sculptures at that moment.

Thoroughly and utterly a pause button had been pressed.

Meanwhile, only the two of us were clearly exceptions, still able to walk freely.

"Well done, come along."

And seemingly once again amazed by the Temple Knight’s abilities, the Witch looked into Fu Qian’s face for a while, then gave a satisfied compliment and, for the first time, stepped to the front.

"Though relatively, flame resistance seemed better, that thing has already been thoroughly incinerated and handled very cleanly, other parts have barely been affected, so taking control will be much easier."

Her choice surprisingly was the steep slope.

With graceful steps, neither fast nor slow, causing the red sand underfoot to have the appearance of a red carpet, while she gently explained to Fu Qian.

"So why is flame resistance comparatively high? Not enough spirit?"

On one hand, not blindly confident, so even with Fire of Madness as a special attack method, Fu Qian still charged up to the summit before detonating.

On the other hand, scholarly spirit was once again shown, facing the Witch’s approval, his first reaction was to contemplate the cause of that small anomaly.

"According to our previous conjecture, it is, I also tend towards it being unique, not purely a Mental World creation.

"But to further clarify, perhaps more needs to be discovered outside."

The Witch knew what lacking spirit indicated, but did not rush to conclusions, continuing to walk, arriving at the stacked stone tablets.

And in front of the blocking obstacle, she didn’t stop walking.

A wonderful scene appeared, the creeping stone tablets moved, parting like water, seemingly afraid of being stepped on.

This emotion even transmitted towards the distance, including the initially settled insects.

Quickly, a path opened out in the passage.

"Tombstones and those carrying them, seem to have no essential difference, just a distinction of phase."

Walking without stopping, walking among them with Fu Qian, the Witch shared insights after taking control of the dream.

So that’s why there’s that personification feeling... additionally, this notion seems applicable to describe the real world too.

Realizing everything before the eyes might be congealed from the Sea of Souls, Fu Qian was unsurprised by this outcome, instead internally contemplated the Witch’s words.

"Not collapsed until this moment."

The Witch’s sharing continued and paused the next moment.

Seeing the tombstones quickly dodging, the spot where red sand previously leaked in, in a blink opened fully, while the constantly flowing in red sand had yet to completely halt.

Yet the dreamscape did not destroy and this was apparently the relic’s end.

"Seems like we’ve done quite well."

Staring at such a scene, Fu Qian self-congratulated while stepping out, continuing the duty of knightly paving.

There really is a beach?

Finally successfully arrived at the other part of the nightmare, without anomalies appearing.

Standing on the red sand beneath, Fu Qian gazed at the distance, marveling.

Firstly, outside the relic’s exit, there really is a red beach.

Not only that, but further in the distance, the rising "mountain" also appeared somewhat special—that’s not a mountain, that’s the legendary parched seabed.

Sea of Souls—dead?