Chapter 2703 - 2698: I Remember Everything

Chapter 2703: Chapter 2698: I Remember Everything

Theoretically, the current actions are superfluous.

After all, unlike the Dragon King, who is eager to reclaim that trace of Crimson Frenzy, Fu Qian isn’t planning to kill Him to seize the Tyrant’s body.

This trip is purely an academic research expedition, never expecting to have material gains.

And through continuous exploration, there’s already considerable academic gain.

For example, confirming the Dragon King’s whereabouts, proving long-held suspicions, and incidentally speculating further on the First Generation Dark Moon’s ruthless nature.

In this situation, a warning was triggered at just the right moment, making it ideal to just walk away then.

Unfortunately, for a true academic leader, this still isn’t enough.

What’s that saying? There’s a slight gap between being good and being excellent, and that gap is called detail.

The research on the Dragon King may have results, but what Fu Qian is concerned about right now is the Angel Envoy.

No matter how far you go, never forget the way you came. He always remembers, it was under Brother Apostle’s guidance that he found the target so smoothly.

But—why?

...

Why did Brother Apostle’s series of actions help him find the target?

The fundamental difference between academic research and completing tasks by clearing exclamation points lies in logical consistency.

You can’t explain everything you encounter with "that’s just how it’s set."

Every coincidence has its inevitability.

To be specific about the process just now, it seems the core of the entire change was in the action Brother Apostle taught him to do.

In this special place, attempting to make a connection with the Dragon King through special actions.

Including the motivation, it makes sense. Brother Apostle does this to prove he’s more favored.

Someone like himself, even if making gestures, shouldn’t receive a response from the Dragon King.

Unfortunately, things didn’t go as planned, as he succeeded as well, managing to witness the Dragon King’s miserable state.

But Brother Apostle, unable to comprehend, has his Cultivation Heart shattered—very smoothly, but why?

Why, clearly in the Bone Burial Ground, could the Dragon King hide so well that he came three times and never discovered it?

Why does Brother Apostle know that making such a gesture would provoke a response from the Dragon King?

And most importantly, why did he receive a response from the Dragon King when making that gesture?

The one who surely doesn’t seem to be on good terms with him, and surely doesn’t come with good intentions.

For Fu Qian, such simple logic falls far short of explaining these things.

The final result is that his curiosity about Brother Apostle grows stronger.

"Awake...?"

Fortunately, Professor Fu’s relentless enlightenment seems finally to have taken effect, and the once blank-faced Apostle squeezed out a faint sound from his throat, repeating that last call.

"From where?"

Yet his eyes remain dazed, with an added touch of confusion.

"Yes, from where... why don’t you tell me."

Fu Qian had no intention of speaking more, leaving it to his own improvisation.

Swoosh—

Meanwhile, the tail, almost as long as the torso, doubled in size, transforming into a real steel spine whip, nailing the Dragon King’s head, which had deeply inhaled, onto the body.

"From where..."

Rotten blood splattered, howling to the extent of madness, as if countless dimensional poisonous fangs tore through the Void, shredding flesh and will.

Crunch—

Even the mechanical Dragon King was no exception. In that moment, fragments peeled off from Fu Qian, his clear-as-moon eyes flickering.

As for Brother Apostle nearby, not only was half his body riddled with holes, but also cracks were visible.

Why was the other half spared?

Simple, closer to the mechanical Tyrannosaurus King.

Although Fu Qian didn’t make any defensive moves, a metallic long wing blocked in front of the Apostle, shielding him from most of the impact.

"From where..."

Even though the latter seemed not too grateful, he just stared blankly at the pitiful remains, repeating the phrase.

Ding dong—

At the same time, something peculiar stirred on the Dragon King’s body.

Under the excessive burst of power, even itself couldn’t escape harm.

The worms intertwined in the flesh were being ground to powder in the truest sense.

However, the strange commotion didn’t originate from them, but rather from certain special individuals within.

They too were ground to pieces under the impact, but at the moment of their annihilation, it was like a drop of water falling on the space before, creating gentle ripples, reminiscent of the legendary Shattering Void—

"I remember... I remember everything..."

And this scene seemed to finally bring enlightenment, as Brother Apostle’s eyes began to shine.

"I am not His apostle, and today isn’t that date!"

...

So which date exactly, how is the calendar so important?

Though he could sense the other’s emotion, at that moment, Fu Qian still felt a slight urge to quip about the line.

Furthermore, what Apostle’s words revealed was quite extraordinary.

On one hand, there’s a very clear "awakening" sign, subtly confirming prior suspicions that Brother Apostle seems to realize he was "bewildered."

On the other hand, the last sentence surprisingly made one recall the earlier scene of asking for dates.

Is the exact date so crucial? Why?

"And you—"

Sadly, no chance was given for Fu Qian to inquire, as right after expressing emotions, the Apostle suddenly pointed over.

"You’re not either!"

With a verdict-like tone, the yet-to-dissipate ripples intensified, then truly shattered.

Oh?

When Fu Qian gazed around again, he noticed that the Dragon King, who had been grappling closely with him, was nowhere to be seen.

The place remained the same, even the Crimson Bouquet was still present.

A large number of Soul Butterflies crouched in the blood-stained ground, no longer showing previous spirituality.

Only the Apostle continued standing there, hand raised.

...

Was it really a dream? Or perhaps an inner world projection?

Indeed, this one was the key to the entire incident.

Everything came to an abrupt halt, yet for Fu Qian, it wasn’t that abrupt.

The answer to the previous question seemed to have been found, regarding why making the same gesture allowed him to also receive an audience with the Dragon King.

Very simple, it wasn’t the Dragon King who recognized him, but the Dragon King’s apostle who recognized him.

For so many years, the Dragon King’s presence was never seen at the Blood Lake, likely because the latter had, in a special way, hidden within this one’s Spirit World.

And although the whole time it seemed there was communication, in reality, the Apostle’s condition wasn’t good.

When demonstrating the Dimensional Poison, it had to some extent already breached his mental defenses.

Then the Apostle formed gestures to establish contact, and he mimicked the actions exactly, having "believed" both should be favored by the Dragon King, that was why he was drawn into his inner world.