Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 2348: Chapter 2343: Inventory (Conclusion)

"He means to say that you’re neither willing to quiet down nor willing to die, causing him considerable annoyance."

The scene within the black mirror was somewhat bizarre, and as Fu Qian admired it, the sound of someone explaining appeared beside him.

This time, he didn’t even need to turn his head; he could recognize the newcomer just from the mirror—

Sleepy-eyed, hair like a bird’s nest, cigarette hanging from his mouth, it was none other than Rosetta’s friend, Bernard.

Undoubtedly, he came from one of the many blood shadows, but the black mirror seemed to have acted as a catalyst, making his appearance process much simpler, almost directly stepping out.

His demeanor was much more uninhibited, sitting down right at Rosetta’s feet.

"Felt it, so how do you think he’s planning to resolve the annoyance?"

Despite Bernard’s harsh words, Fu Qian nodded in agreement.

"Let you live in a deeper hell."

True to a scholar, Bernard took a deep drag and instantly provided an answer.

"It seems that the true concept of the Righteous one is self-awareness that exists only in cognition after physical death."

"And the so-called redemption isn’t that complicated, it’s about accepting this point and actively stepping towards death, without needing someone to gnaw at your leg... cough, cough."

Unfortunately, his impressive words only lasted a few moments before he started coughing due to respiratory issues.

"Therefore, the earlier statement was indeed misleading. From the moment you closed your eyes, the one interacting with you was already the ’Righteous.’"

"Cardon seems to have sensed something amiss, and has always been contending against that soon-to-be-born ’self,’ wanting to die in his sleep, thus rejecting the final redemption, a struggle between two aspects of himself."

But it didn’t matter; soon someone else took over the conversation.

Wearing a serious outfit, with a focused expression, Professor Kaldora emerged, offering a meticulous analysis.

"The reason for refusing to tell you has always been here, its nature is even more bizarre than a spiritual parasite... For instance, the content we’re discussing now includes things you don’t know about because it’s mixed with knowledge from Cardon, you’ve already been influenced—"

The situation she described was undoubtedly very severe.

"But there’s still something strange about it."

Almost as soon as her words fell, another newcomer joined the discussion, it was the runaway dean of good spells, Nepheli.

"I don’t believe such a crude ritual could spontaneously give birth to the Transcendent, let alone Cardon obtaining power instantly without any previous knowledge... There must be other reasons involved."

Compared to Kaldora, she furrowed her brow and raised more questions.

"Well, isn’t it simple—"

At this point, Fu Qian finally entered the conversation, looking at the eerily smiling "Cardon" standing there.

"There was a parasite in young Cardon’s belly, and it awakened."

...

Most events encountered in life can actually be found in historical cases.

Suddenly awakening the Transcendent, such occurrences are not uncommon.

But adding a specific condition, where this transcendence begins a struggle against its self-will, inevitably reminds one of the young Miss Wen and Eve from back in the day.

Indeed, "Emerging from the cocoon is a painful process, especially when you are the cocoon," this phrase also seems applicable to Cardon’s current struggle.

Only the incubation process was peculiar, the key point wasn’t ascending to the Sixth Phase like Wen Li, but the death of the flesh.

For Fu Qian, it’s naturally easy to understand, recognizing this series of familiar faces and their narratives akin to an internal dialogue within a hall of thought.

After all, Bernard and the others couldn’t possibly know these things, the entire process could be thought of as a manifestation from themselves.

And "Cardon belongs to a situation similar to Wen Li," became the ultimate conclusion.

"Surely, you’ve fallen so deeply, there’s no possibility for redemption."

Even this conclusion seemed to receive acknowledgment from the concerned party.

Standing there, "Cardon" finally spoke, shaking his head to indicate Fu Qian was indeed beyond saving.

And Fu Qian interpreted this as an unwillingness to accept ignorance.

"Would you like to reconsider your fate?"

"Cardon’s" hostility continued unabated.

"His earlier intent was clearly to deceive the opposing Cardon, making the latter ignore your existence, mistakenly thinking he was asleep, to successfully facilitate transformation."

And assisting in responding to this point, was none other than the white-haired youthful-looking Mr. Li He.

True to a Sword Dao artist, he disclosed the core trap of this mission instantly upon appearing.

"Now, forced to show himself due to your disruptive actions, he’s clearly using this means to taint your essential self, ultimately leading you into utter chaos—"

"This is the price of rogue actions, what you deserve."

The final words were evidently not from Mr. Li Sr., but a more familiar voice—why did even you appear?

Fu Qian looked over at the bald, wrinkled figure and sighed.

No doubt, it was the club’s sage, Old Master Lu Ming.

From his perspective, this attitude was quite reasonable.

"You’ve done quite well."

The empathy was so profound there were no reverse taunts, next moment Fu Qian looked again towards "Cardon," expressing amazement.

Sizzle—

Simultaneously, a pair of leg armor appeared out of nowhere, covering the lower half.

Because the body had once again expanded.

...

"Achieving this level is truly astonishing, but it’s still not enough... Do you feel it? A hundred percent!"

Casually flipping a section of the ceiling, Fu Qian stood up for the first time, voice confident.

"If you don’t want this to be the end, you’d better pray for all the power you can seek."

The praise was sincere, being able to affect one’s state in this condition, almost a Godslayer-level feat.

And merely an unhatched parasite did it?

Actually, just now, the task completion was already very clear, just manage to eradicate the forcefully revealed figure.

However, for Fu Qian, he was more curious about the aforementioned question.

What gave it such incredible skill at a young age?

So he did not rush to act but gave the opponent ample time to perform—and now it was harvest time.

Uh...

Under suddenly increased pressure, "Cardon" undoubtedly felt extremely uncomfortable.

"Evil Demon... beyond salvation!"

However, that distorted face, true to form, wasn’t giving up easily.

Teeth clenched, "Cardon’s" black mirror in hand had already shattered again, yet his messy hand slowly raised, pointing at Fu Qian as if sentencing.

"Beyond salvation!"

And Fu Qian didn’t even have a chance to rebut, someone had already agreed with him, standing there was Old Master Lu Ming, also making the same gesture.

"Beyond salvation!"

Then it was Nepheli.

"Beyond salvation..."

And then everyone.

"Beyond... salvation..."

And those still appearing.

...

Is this known as the Thousand Fingers Pointing?

At that moment, Fu Qian didn’t waste the opportunity, silently feeling the moral pressure.

Not a joke, it seems because the ones condemning were essentially "self," each finger pointing, like fragments of numerous selves, collectively swung an attack here.

Boom!

Truly authority challenging imagination, with the trauma suffered in that instant, only slightly weaker than the encounter with the Destiny Snake.

Even in Fu Qian’s view, behind Bernard and his group, there seemed indeed to be a pair of invisible wings.

Are there actually Redemption Angels?

Amidst admiration, Fu Qian also tracked the traces captured in reverse, unleashing the Power of Calamity.

[Containment condition achieved, number 2-013 containment successful]

The pleasant notification sounded only a breath later.

And the original lively scene surrounding, along with the spreading ashes, dissipated without a trace.

As the scene shifted, Fu Qian looked down, the old man lying there had completely lost vitality.

The aged face remained twisted, yet seemingly slept peacefully.