Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 2272: Chapter 2267: Golden Ball Supernova

The longbow is shattered.

The mysterious First Generation Dark Moon, the mastermind behind many events, an ancient Superior Being straddling two realms, is leaving the only mark in nightmares, collapsing with astonishing efficiency.

No matter the back and forth, even to some extent now considered an ally, Mr. Demon Moore clearly has emotions about this pollution that erodes him.

Yet it’s so concealed, yet so fragile, clearly unable to withstand the decay brought by the rain of fire.

However, like an amputated work of art, it has reached new heights. This figure, whose very face is somewhat fragmentary, contains a sacred love that, at certain moments, is even more captivating.

So much so that Fu Qian, standing before Him, finds the act of grabbing the Witch’s hand to be somewhat unusual.

"So that’s it."

However, the Witch does not seem to find it odd, letting the Knight hold her hand.

She turns to look at the little puppet emerging in the Void, then lets out a sigh.

With her voice, the image that seemed so close becomes suddenly blurred.

All the exquisite lines and lonely colors begin to move, at once like stars rotating and also like rippling water.

And in less than a breath, Fu Qian witnessed a familiar scene.

Two little puppets.

Just like the overlapping appearance of the church and the Full Moon Garden, two nearly identical images overlap there.

Even with Fu Qian’s sharp eyes, he can’t discern their differences.

However, it’s not hard for him to deduce where the difference lies—

"Almost took the wrong path, fortunately you’ve stayed clear-headed throughout."

While generously praising the Knight, the Witch stretches her hand toward one of them.

The one she chose seems somewhat flattered, immediately blurring and rippling even more violently than before.

Indeed, one is real, one is false.

And the situation is already clear, the prisoners are not allowed to be truly chosen—

"Quiet!"

Yet they seem to have forgotten that Fu Qian has a free hand.

Casually reminding them to mind their manners, golden flame far more dazzling than the rain of fire already ignites his entire arm.

In the palm holding up the flame, seemingly the final convergence of this power, a sphere appears in the Void.

...

Truly spherical.

Not to boast, but for a moment even Fu Qian is impressed by this geometric beauty.

Not just far exceeding in splendor, but even in expressiveness, Mr. Demon Moore’s rain of fire isn’t even in the same dimension.

Though flames are burning, a glance would make one feel the destruction within.

However, amidst numerous intertwining flames, a perfect sphere is ingeniously formed.

No excessive visual effects were intended, don’t forget it’s in a Mechanical Godzilla state, random transformations are full of geometric beauty.

Overall, this incomprehensible meshing operation seems to grant the Golden Ball an extraordinary carrying capacity beyond reason.

Mystery, destruction, incineration... The Fire of Madness belonging to the Abandonment King is condensing within it at a frenzied rate, a nascent star of destruction is forming.

Exactly when it’ll erupt is completely unpredictable, seemingly capable of destroying everything around at any moment—the rain stopped.

The Golden Ball rolls in Fu Qian’s hand, time seems to come to a halt.

And at a certain point, Mr. Demon Moore’s rage seems to self-regulate, and the furious rain of destruction abruptly clears.

Though the riddled church continues collapsing.

Fortunately, as the Witch’s fingertips slow it down bit by bit, the chosen image seems much less tense.

...

Under the intimidation of the Golden Ball, the remaining four prisoners seem to finally remember that the one they want to drag down with them belongs to a notoriously destructive companion.

The Fire of Madness in their hands targets the mental realm specifically, and all before them seemingly belongs to the domain of dreams.

Once truly detonated internally, and madness runs rampant, affecting the stability of this prison is one thing, but the internal personnel’s fate will not be optimistic.

It might seem somewhat irrational, after all, it could make everything chaotic beyond repair, thus leaving the Tyrant without a hope of escape.

But after an intense mental struggle, the prisoners quickly confirm one thing—they don’t even have the luxury of gambling on whether the Tyrant is merely bluffing.

The target has not been entirely dragged underwater. Compared to the old prisoners, their bond with the corridor is indeed lighter.

By then, not only will they be less implicated, but their chances of escaping amidst chaos will be much greater, not to mention the Dark Moon has already locked onto an external anchor point.

They can’t even easily hide, after all, from the start, the severed Demon Moore opened a path, forcing them to confront the Tyrant, and the "door" is still there now.

It’s only accurate to say this seemingly mad action occurs at a fleeting moment, thus possessing excellent intimidation.

If any later, their integration with the place becomes deep. If any sooner, the external anchor is not locked, reducing their chances of escape amid chaos, and there’s still a gamble.

Ultimately, if they don’t want the Tyrant to continue, then it’s best not to keep making small moves.

Next is a race of two progresses—whether the Witch can reach it before fully sinking into the Nightmare.

The fingertips stretching toward the outside slow increasingly, essentially showcasing the corridor’s confinement effect—possible.

The little Niel Glegorya within the target image even takes the initiative to reach out at a certain moment.

"It’s possible."

The Witch softly utters as their fingertips touch.

...

"Good."

The risky endeavor is finally complete, and Fu Qian is quite satisfied with this outcome.

At this moment of farewell, old friends are evidently reluctant.

Specifically with all activities coming to an abrupt halt, everything returns to deathly silence.

Reminiscent of visits when all hid indoors, unwilling to express their inner tumult.

"Thank you for the hospitality."

Even a stone-hearted Fu Qian can’t help but feel some parting sorrow.

He slightly nods at the Witch as a sign and sighs gently as he takes his leave.

Meanwhile, the Golden Ball, which stopped accumulating since earlier, is not taken away, but is lightly tossed toward a silver door.

The door, belonging to Mr. Destiny Snake, was manifested with Mr. Demon Moore’s help earlier, hoping for a visit.

Even as the creator, dismantling such a powerful weapon isn’t easy, with the many tactics of Mr. Destiny’s Hand, it’s worth keeping as a memento.

And at the final moment, Fu Qian seems to hear a roar, close to his ear.

...

"The positioning seems to have a little issue."

Though emotionally charged, to be honest, that roar doesn’t sound quite pleasant. Luckily, the Witch’s voice soon follows.

As for the unexpected notice, it doesn’t sound serious at all—actually, this place isn’t so bad too.

Fu Qian surveys the small, empty room and even the nearby lounge chair.

Indeed, suspected to be the unique dream of the First Generation Dark Moon.

"Your final approach was correct, that guy was initially hidden exceedingly well, attempting to slip out with us."

Looking up, the Witch doesn’t appear as vibrant as before.

"Breaking through the siege," she says, sounding lighter, yet it’s the determined power of four Superior Beings.

Clearly, the Witch isn’t considering it as something insurmountable, instead instantly affirming Fu Qian’s actions.