Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Fu Qian looked around and couldn’t help but frown.

A containment failure meant just going back to the warehouse to start over.

But the current situation—

Fu Qian lifted his head to look at Bai Jinting’s position.

He had been crushed to pieces under Fu Qian’s own feet, yet now, he was sitting there, intact.

This was a complete reset, wasn’t it?

Could it be that we have to repeat what just happened?

No, that’s not right.

Something had changed.

For one, the host’s voice was different, as if tinged with an inexplicable madness.

And if you listened carefully, the audience’s cheering had turned almost into the howling of wild beasts.

And there was her.

Fu Qian looked down at the female priestess; her breathing was becoming more and more hurried, and she even made unintelligible strange noises in her throat.

Something was off!

Without any hesitation, Fu Qian extended his hand and knocked on the back of her head.

The female priestess shuddered, took a deep breath, and sat up sharply.

“How do you feel?”

Fu Qian, observing her reddened eyes, became even more certain of his judgement.

“I feel so uncomfortable!”

The female priestess’s facial features contorted as she was trying to regain her senses, and she couldn’t help but clutch her head tightly.

At the same time, her other hand was scratching the table incessantly, producing a grating sound.

But being made of flesh and blood, her nails soon splintered, and blood flowed vividly.

“Where does it hurt?”

“…Everywhere hurts.”

“How does it hurt?”

“Extremely… uncomfortable.”

“You should sleep some more.”

Fu Qian shook his head and struck her neck.

She stopped struggling and slumped back down with a clang.

Not only was her mind not sharp, but there was also something wrong with her spirit; it was impossible to get any valuable information out of her.

Fu Qian turned around, ignoring the deafening roar from outside, and left the preparation room in the opposite direction.

He had been crushed to pieces under his feet, yet now he was sitting there enjoying the chaos again.

There had to be a problem somewhere.

…

As expected, something had gone wrong!

Leaving the White Tower, Fu Qian looked at the world outside.

It was still night, but completely different from before.

A huge, peerless blood-red moon hung overhead.

It felt so near that it seemed like it could fall down at any moment.

This seems familiar!

Fu Qian recalled the Full Moon Garden where he encountered the Werewolf.

It was comparable in size to that moon, only a different color.

At this moment, Central Island was shrouded in a gray-white mist.

With the omnipresent crimson moonlight adding to the setting, the surroundings were dyed like a demon realm.

Boom!

Before Fu Qian had a chance to observe closely, a loud noise came from the distance.

Right above the laboratory, a huge thundercloud appeared.

Innumerable silver-white electric snakes struck down from it, lighting up the surroundings as if it were daylight, coupled with the deafening thunder, it radiated an apocalyptic aura.

And within this Lightning Jungle, a giant creature swayed its tentacles, resisting the repeated strikes.

Couldn’t be, could it?

Fu Qian looked at the figure, which he faintly remembered, yet its form was somewhat different now.

Logically speaking, it should be Lu Ju and the others, but this one’s head had swelled up too much, likely more than tenfold!

No wonder it had forced Demigod Yibu to unleash his powers.

The terrifying Lightning Storm, such is the Demigod’s Might.

Before Fu Qian could finish his thoughts, a figure flew out in the chaos, their body sparking with electricity, barely stabilizing after considerable effort.

Who else could it be but Demigod Yibu!

This monster can’t even defeat a demigod now?

By its appearance, this thing somewhat resembles a seahorse with a head full of tentacles.

The majority of its body sprawls across the building, causing the entire laboratory to wobble as if on the verge of collapse.

On the surface of the monster’s body, densely packed, sprouted hundreds of heads, all of which were closed-eyed emitting sharp cries at the moment.

Fu Qian could roughly guess how it grew to such a gigantic size.

It’s likely that it has devoured all the people from the laboratory.

Fu Qian quickly scanned these heads and, indeed, spotted a certain head with golden short hair.

Beast Claw Girl.

This rebellious young lady was unlucky and had become part of this enormous creature.

However, to look on the bright side, at least her head was located on the top rather than the bottom.

It wasn’t the worst-case scenario.

In the continually collapsing lab, people occasionally ran out, shrieking.

And those who got caught by the monster’s tentacles were rapidly absorbed into its body, becoming a part of it.

The next moment, a dazzling ball of electric energy appeared, comparable to a sun’s eruption, which then started to expand wildly.

Demigod Yibu did not choose to leave.

Soon after reaching its limit, the swelling electric ball shot forth, and the monster began to thrash wildly, sparks flickering all over its body.

This one truly had a fiery temper, yet the monster’s vitality was terrifyingly tenacious.

After struggling for barely half a minute, it rose again from the ground.

It seemed these two wouldn’t be finishing anytime soon.

Fu Qian turned and left.

Approaching them now would definitely not be wise. Given Old Master Yibu’s temperament, explanations would probably be useless, and there was a high likelihood of getting dragged into the fray.

It would be better to check out other places.

…

As expected, this place had also fallen.

Fu Qian narrowed his eyes at the street before him.

An empty street was understandable, but what about the fresh bloodstains on the wall?

Just as he was contemplating following the bloodstains, several figures chased each other in haste from the distance.

“What are you doing here?”

The one running in the lead was Veil with rapiers in both hands. Her white combat suit was already spattered with blood. Seeing Fu Qian, she hesitated.

“Shouldn’t you be in the contest?”

“The atmosphere was too intense, so I stepped out for a break,”

Fu Qian casually responded, gesturing towards her chasers.

“What’s going on here?”

“I have no idea,”

Veil said between breaths, shaking her head.

“I was hoping to take advantage of the final contest when the guards were sparse to sneak in and look for my sister.

It was going well until a while ago when I was spotted for some reason, and then these guards began chasing after me as if possessed.”

“Are you sure they’re not actually possessed?”

By this time, Veil’s pursuers had closed in. Fu Qian let loose a series of Air Bullets, knocking down several people, then crouched to examine them closely.

Not only were the eyes of the one in the lead blood-red, but his entire body was also covered in black feathers!

And even after falling, his ferocity remained unchanged, even attempting to bite.

Was this some kind of beast transformation? The influence of a Transcendent limb?

Fu Qian then carefully checked the other people.

He found that, without exception, all had undergone mutations, especially apparent near the attached limbs.

“What in the world is going on?”

At that moment, Veil finally realized something was amiss, her voice trembling as she spoke.

“When did they discover you?”

“Just a few minutes ago, almost around the time when those flashes of lightning occurred over there,”

Veil pointed in the direction of Central Island.

“Did something go wrong with the contest? And what’s with that monster?”

A few minutes earlier, that would have coincided with the time he showed up in the preparation room.

Could the anomalies on the island indeed be related to his killing of Bai Jinting?

“Where were you planning to go originally?”

Fu Qian thought for a moment before asking.

“To the Rebirth Club,”