Staring directly at the ancient gods for a whole year

An existence that has witnessed countless arcane mysteries, a will that perceives the truth of the world from an alternative perspective.

In a desperate life-or-death struggle where retreat is not an option, he unleashes his lifelong knowledge and power, mercilessly slaying the inner demon without reservation.

Such an eye-opening opportunity is exceedingly rare and hard to come by.

As early as when he witnessed this authority on Acons' side, Fu Qian's reaction was to seek an audience when the opportunity arose. Otherwise, why would he have worked so hard to find him afterwards?

And when he realized the anomalies displayed by the Spirit Ash Institute, he faintly saw a certain opportunity. Otherwise, he wouldn't have gone out of his way to provoke hatred.

Facts have proven that those who work hard will be rewarded, and the opportunity has now arrived.

Of course, the probability of 'hearing the Dao in the morning and dying in the evening' is also quite high.

Because all these "Dao" appeared to eliminate him.

The Blood Conquest was cancelled, and upon returning to the Apocalypse Institute, the Yin-Yang Sword Saints also showed up.

At the same time, the surroundings had become unrecognizable.

Various bizarre bodies, similar to the street lamp hounds, roamed around and instantly locked onto him.

Their ranks might not be comparable to the Sword Saints, but their relationship with the Great Emperor Fungus, that will that could awaken at any moment, was undoubtedly closer. They had even demonstrated the ability to transfer damage earlier.

Furthermore, this thriving trend seemed to further confirm the pessimistic guess from before, that the higher beings conceived by "Jade Soul Shangren" would not perish with the passage of time, and could only be manually assisted—just as they were about to assist him.

Unfortunately, as everyone knows… inner demons are hard to eliminate.

Adding buffs halfway through the fight? As if anyone else can't do the same.

As he appeared, wounds like gaping fish gills tore open directly from Fu Qian's already battered body.

Old Day Imprints.

And remnants of laws, return to the Edict, Glorious Tyrant…

Weapons, are they? As if anyone doesn't have them.

Grasping into the void, a slender and elegant long sword instantly appeared in Fu Qian's hand.

What could be more gratifying to a materialist warrior than a subjectivist choosing physical annihilation?

Sorry, my 'Three Missing One' won't lose.

…

The world is trembling.

This is the second time the Three Light Rings have been activated simultaneously since becoming the embodiment of the False Law Authority.

Even the ever-calm Warehouse was stirred up a little last time.

Not to mention the Old Day Imprints, the conceptual essence of wounds.

Under the simultaneous activation of the Four Light Rings, the dazzling brilliance even caused the surrounding space to tear open wounds continuously.

So much so that the countless fungal threads connecting heaven and earth that he had seen before were gradually and completely revealed before his eyes.

Very good, I'm gradually understanding everything.

Seeing all the things rapidly turning into the grayish-white essence of fungal threads, just like the two Sword Saints on the opposite side.

Sunlight, cold wind, and even gravity… all of this still existed, but they all had new interpretations on the trembling fungal threads.

The only thought that ordinary people would have upon seeing this scene would be that they had understood the essence of the world, and would prostrate themselves in worship.

It's a pity, though, that true materialists are always more vulgar.

So vulgar that they attempt to understand all the indescribable with fragile wills, knowledge full of fallacies, and the narrow vision of summer insects…

That "He" is reviving, but Fu Qian has no intention of appeasing him at all, and is not even interested in waiting.

Stepping forward, Sword Three Missing One directly slashed horizontally.

Come, if you are real, prove it to me.

…

Wails filled the air.

Although he neither understands swordsmanship nor remembers sword intent, it does not affect the power of a Second Order unleashing his full strength.

Fungal threads danced like white hair in the sky, and nearly a quarter of the surging demonic creatures that rushed over lost their chance to retreat with a single strike.

It seemed that not all damage could be transferred, and the probability of failure was very high for carriers with too low ranks.

For example, this sword of his actually struck nearly half of the demonic creatures.

But what did that matter?

Almost at the same time, the hole in Fu Qian's chest had rapidly healed.

A rigorous testing attitude has always been the magic weapon of academic workers.

When Sword Three Missing One was obtained, the properties of the few stabs in the Warehouse were already quite clear.

Stabbing himself directly with the sword would indeed not heal that damage, but it could heal other damage.

That is, the second sword would heal the first.

Damage transfer, is it? I have long been scarred all over. What problem would there be in slashing myself?

It's just me sucking my own blood.

Not to mention a bunch of cannon fodder with such a low success rate, what about the Sword Saints?

If you can increase this probability to 100%, then prove it as well.

Otherwise, the moment I take out this weapon belonging to a knight, you better change your mind.

…

Chi—

White hair and red blood flew together, across the front chest and one side of the back.

Facts have proven that the flirting-eye sword technique is indeed remarkable. In the wanton and tyrannical exchange of blows, wounds such as being disemboweled and pierced through the chest are no longer anything, and being sliced and folded into bizarre forms has already happened more than once.

However, facts have also proven that even for two Sword Dao Saints with undiminished pressure, the success rate of damage transfer is not 100%.

Apart from the wounds torn open by the Old Day Imprints on his body, Fu Qian had already successfully landed more than one sword strike.

The opponent's offensive may be ferocious, but his strategy is also simple—my sword is not necessarily dull either.

Leveraging his health bar advantage to withstand attacks, while ignoring defense and adding calamity curses, he inflicts huge damage and forcibly sucks the blood back.

And the most gratifying thing among them is that the house-destroying power applied by the other party has been proven to be equally countered by the healing of Sword Three Missing One, so that no extra processing is needed.

And the final effect produced is that the originally revealed "truth of the world", like the initially torn world, is already in bursts of "wailing".

But it's not enough—Boom!

Endless threads flew, and just as Sword Three Missing One cooperated with the female Sword Saint to leave two more wounds on his body, Fu Qian successfully launched a solid internal organ crit in the belly of the other Sword Saint, using the other hand that was free.

That's right, through tortuous damage transfer, this missing part has already grown back.

And before the opponent, whose movements finally stagnated for a moment, could react, Fu Qian could feel that something else had locked onto him, and even the wailing world had returned to silence at that moment.

Finally awake?

Amidst joy, he also expressed his welcome without stinginess.

His already exaggerated body continued to expand, and the Mythic Form was activated.