Facing an Ancient God for a Year - Chapter 52

Chapter 52: Chapter 51: You’re Using This Thing as a Sedative?_1
Close-quarters combat was exactly what Fu Qian had been hoping for, but seeing Feng Yunhong’s actions at this moment, Fu Qian had no intention of confronting him; instead, he turned tail and ran.

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Thus, a bizarre scene emerged: previously it was Fu Qian pursuing the close-quarters Feng Yunhong, but now it had completely reversed, with Feng Yunhong, eyes bloodshot, chasing behind, and Fu Qian running a marathon in front, occasionally looking back to lash out with his whip.

“Bastard!”

Accompanied by a roar of despair, Feng Yunhong’s figure staggered.

The next moment, a muffled boom echoed as his body exploded from top to bottom, creating an indomitable storm.

However, this terrifying strike was still a bit short and ultimately didn’t reach Fu Qian up ahead.

I knew you would use this move.

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Fu Qian snorted.

It could only be said that you’re thinking too much, big brother—I slipped away eight yards when you were probably still playing in the mud!

…

A hair’s breadth away, Feng Yunhong’s self-detonation was full of grief and despair.

As he disintegrated, the bloodstorm that had devoured Li Weixuan and the others appeared once again.

Face after face full of rage screamed within it.

When the storm subsided, the area around the stone seat was drenched in fresh blood.

Quickly, the blood that covered the ground once again slowly converged.

“Your methods are impressive.”

“It’s just too bad that as long as I am here, I absolutely will not die.”

Feng Yunhong’s voice came through, now without the previous frenzy.

His self-detonation hadn’t harmed Fu Qian, but with that strike, he had successfully freed himself from an abnormal mental state.

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This line really has no creativity!

Fu Qian shook his head, quite certain he had heard this phrase before.

“I will never let you destroy my decades of effort!”

This one, too!

“When I recover, I will let you experience what the ultimate pain is!”

Oh!

Fu Qian was too exhausted to retort.

Ignoring the recovering Feng Yunhong, he walked straight toward the stone seat.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

Feng Yunhong’s puzzled voice came through.

He had thought this guy would desperately interfere with his rebirth, but he hadn’t expected the other party to be completely indifferent.

“A bit tired, just resting a while.”

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Fu Qian looked at the stone seat in front of him and casually babbled.

Extremely simple in design, the workmanship was quite rough, dark red bloodstains covered the back of the seat, and beyond that, there was nothing distinctive about it.

Fu Qian sat down without hesitation.

His mind thundered as if pounded by a heavy fist,

His head truly splitting, his ears filled with indescribable noises.

His head throbbed like his heart, expanding and contracting continuously.

A massive influx of information washed over his consciousness, and Fu Qian felt his sanity shattering bit by bit, almost succumbing to unconsciousness.

No wonder Feng Yunhong used this thing to suppress the consciousness of other Transcendents!

It seems he would sit here every so often, whenever he found that the consciousness of other practitioners showed signs of awakening, just to plunge them back into slumber.

With his guess confirmed, Fu Qian struggled to stand up from the stone seat, rubbing his head.

Ha ha ha!

Feng Yunhong’s manic laughter came from nearby.

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“Surprised, aren’t you?”

“Do you really think sitting up here grants some sort of divine blessing? Hahaha!”

“Do you know that since the day I discovered this place, I have endured this agony countless times over the decades? That’s why you’ll never beat me!”

“I know.”

Fu Qian glanced at the frenzied old man, whose body was starting to take shape.

“Even if I devour you and become the dominant consciousness, unless I can endure to the end every time I sit on this throne, the control of the body will still be taken back by you, won’t it?”

“How could you know…”

Feng Yunhong’s voice came to a complete halt, each item mentioned by Fu Qian was one of his most central secrets.

“I know far more than just that. In fact, this pain is nothing to speak of.”

Fu Qian smiled at Feng Yunhong and sat back down on the stone seat.

“Although this is my first time sitting here, I still can’t understand why you would use this thing as a sedative?”

“No wonder you’ve been a fool for decades, never escaping!”

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Fu Qian had a faint feeling that the stone seat seemed to have a mysterious connection with the essence of the furnace.

The spiritual torment that caused Feng Yunhong great pain was not the main point at all.

All at once, pain descended again.

Fu Qian remained motionless, letting the torrent of terrifying information wash over his mind.

He tried to follow the fleeting, ethereal voice, no longer resisting.

At a certain moment, Fu Qian felt as if he saw his own body disintegrating, his flesh and bones all separating from himself.

The next moment, they reassembled, combining back together in a strange form.

His spirit seemed to merge with the entire ruins, his perception covering all places, able to look down on the whole domain from a high place, even seeing Ji Liushuang and the others being attacked.

In front of him still stood Feng Yunhong, with a solemn expression on his face.

His body had taken shape, even the long halberd he had discarded was picked up again.

Not only that, the discordant noise on his body also disappeared.

It was just that his aura was somewhat weaker than before; clearly, self-destructing that thing took a toll on his vital energy.

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Feng Yunhong stared intently at Fu Qian sitting on the throne, suddenly bursting into laughter, the long halberd aiming at Fu Qian, tracing a streak of flowing light.

“Thank you for the reminder, letting me discover something new.”

“Your will is admirable, and your intuition is quite sharp. Your only mistake was that you should have killed me before doing these things…”

Watching the oncoming Feng Yunhong, Fu Qian was expressionless.

Just as the long halberd struck Fu Qian, an invisible vortex appeared, firmly grasping it.

“What’s going on…”

Feng Yunhong’s words were only half-spoken when he found he could no longer move his body.

The next moment, to his horror, he realized his body was disintegrating, clumps of Blood Face mixed with flesh escaping from within and swirling around the stone seat, forming a vortex.

“Thank you!”

Fu Qian blinked at Feng Yunhong.

In fact, he had just reached his limit.

Even if his willpower was as steadfast as a rock, his body inevitably had limits, having borne an unimaginable load.

Under the potent effects of the stone seat, his mind was furiously battered, he even felt his brain boiling, ready to burst the confines of his skull at any moment.

His realm was still too forced to interact with this thing.

The only possibility to keep going was to involve Feng Yunhong, using the flesh of the many Transcendents he had amassed to offset the wear and tear from the stone seat.

Luckily, his words from before had an effect; Feng Yunhong, seeing him unhurt after sitting on the stone seat for so long, was clearly worried he would gain some advantage and couldn’t help but make a move.

As the vortex swirled around, Fu Qian could feel the lament of numerous Transcendent consciousnesses.

But having established a mysterious connection with the furnace, he seemed to have a fundamental difference from them and was no longer affected by anything.

Soon, the bloody vortex surrounding him replenished the physical depletion and withstood the devastation brought by the mental assault.

This was the correct order!