Staring directly at the ancient gods for a whole year

I'm sorry, you didn't pass.

Representing the highest physical damage output currently achievable, the Visceral Detonation from the King of the Forsaken Prison resonated throughout the entire “world” at that moment.

“Reality” trembled, order collapsed, and everything around seemed like a malfunctioning digestive system, unable to assert “truth” as before due to the indigestibility of the food.

Therefore, I cannot turn around for you.

Allowing the sword behind him to pierce his body again, Fu Qian didn't even glance back, repeating the exact same action, delivering another Visceral Detonation.

“I've learned a lot.”

This time, the visual impact was even more shocking.

Fracture, disintegration, withering... everything within sight began to be destroyed by the evil god's claws.

Perfection was desecrated, truth was polluted, and everything returned to chaos.

Even the sky-covering mycelium overhead was rapidly losing its vitality, turning into fragmented pieces falling down.

Like the ashes of the world, or scattered snowflakes—told you it would snow.

Not delivering a third blow, Fu Qian finally stood up, admiring this magnificent scene, and thrust out his sword in reverse.

While being stabbed for the third time, he also pierced the attacker's body.

Because there was no need for a third blow anymore.

Finally turning around, casually flicking the long sword that had grazed his body into two pieces, Fu Qian nodded slightly in greeting.

That's right, the “Sword God's” third attack had already weakened to the point where it couldn't pierce his body.

The terrifying damage, coupled with the four halos constantly ravaging the world, caused the power supporting it to rapidly enter an irreversible state of demise.

“What's your name?”

The only regret was that many of the Old Ones indeed lacked a spirit of communication.

Just being destroyed by me again in the long river of time, the “Fungus Emperor,” who had finally made an appearance, didn't even make a sound to say hello until the end.

The Sword God stood there blankly, until he decayed with the world.

“It can be considered practicing the unity of heaven and man.”

Sighing softly, facing the winter of the academy that reappeared before him as the gray and white faded away, Fu Qian ultimately tried to unearth the last glimmer of the Sword Dao superior.

And canceled the mythical form, as well as all the halos.

… …

He's back, but not really.

Before him were the unartistic modern buildings of the Apocalypse Institute, and even the sky was cloudless again.

However, this was still not the real academy, but another temporary file.

It's not untouchable; “Jade Soul Supreme” hasn't exaggerated to that point. Just now, when the mycelium world collapsed, before canceling the mythical form, he had actually returned to the real academy.

The reason for canceling was also very simple. Just a glance, Fu Qian confirmed his previous judgment—behind the bulletproof glass, “Jade Soul Supreme” was really not there.

To touch him, it was still necessary to cross a rather special journey.

So special that even the King of the Forsaken Prison would probably have to spend some effort.

As expected, he knows how to fully exploit his own advantages, making people feel the determination to fight to the death again.

After quickly making a new judgment, Fu Qian finally decided not to rush to waste his precious mythical form time.

And the facts proved that “Jade Soul Supreme” used this technique of expulsion effortlessly.

Almost the moment he returned to the second level, Fu Qian found himself isolated behind the glass again.

But everything should be thought of in a good way. The long hand is back, isn't it?

Fu Qian inserted the missing sword into the void, looking down at his body.

Knowing that the other party could no longer break his defense in the end, but still poking that sword was not to vent his anger.

This was still because the effect of the missing sword itself was limited. Only the damage caused by it would be transformed into healing.

Otherwise, those two Visceral Detonations alone would probably be enough to cause a nosebleed.

The only drawback was that the style he had just done at the Linghui Academy was scrapped again.

But what does that matter? Don't forget there's a guaranteed bottom from Red Moon.

No longer keeping a low profile, Fu Qian directly summoned the full set of Embrace Armor.

Even considering public morality, the entire process was specially carried out in the state of Blood Conquest, until the body was completely wrapped before appearing.

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“I have to say, adding this little modification, the effect is not bad.”

Continuing to the Apocalypse Institute in an exaggerated outfit, Fu Qian did not forget to praise himself.

As for the mentioned modification effect, it was very simple. On the surface of the dark silver armor, faint shimmering marks were vaguely visible under the sunlight, like intertwined and winding mycelium.

After all, he was the “Jade Soul Supreme's” first choice thug. Even if it was essentially an echo in a temporary file, it wouldn't be so easy to completely eliminate.

There was a reason why the other party didn't make a final desperate fight. It seemed that they saved a bit of effort in exchange for leaving a trace.

Given that there were almost no obvious negative effects for the time being, and it would take a bit of effort to eliminate it, Fu Qian was not in a hurry to deal with it.

As the temporary person in charge of the dignified Apocalypse, carrying the burden forward has long been commonplace. What is there to fear about adding another burden to his body?

Knock knock knock!

During the exclamation, Fu Qian had already knocked on the door in front of him.

He had conveniently seen from the King of the Forsaken Prison's perspective that Emperor Robb was indeed in seclusion in the laboratory.

… …

Professor Fu... what is this?

Obviously not expecting the temporary person in charge to visit, Robb was clearly taken aback when Fu Qian put away his helmet.

“Please come in quickly. At first, I thought it was Dean Cass.”

While warmly inviting him, it was completely audible that the impression left by that real person in charge was also very improper.

“Take a look at how your previous project is progressing.”

Fu Qian was not polite about this, directly stating his intention and walking forward, coming to the experimental table he had seen once before.

“Ah... could it be that I've been contaminated again?”

Robb was instantly startled again upon hearing this, obviously remembering his experience in the late-night teaching building.

“You're okay.”

Fu Qian just casually comforted him.

Not a kind lie. The first time he saw him, he confirmed that Professor Robb was in good condition, not related to fungus at all, and even cleaner than himself.

Including the experimental table in front of him, compared to the initial configuration, it was obvious that a ban had been added. The flight path of the little insects bred by the divine flesh and blood had been blurred, and it no longer had any contaminating properties.

So my inner demon, “Jade Soul Supreme,” seems to have not very high requirements for the conditions of an upper-level being... only a subtle anchor point is needed?

Looking at the snow-white canopies that had already clustered together under the cover, Fu Qian silently came to a conclusion.

Unknowingly, there are two thousand chapters. It can be regarded as a small milestone. Thank you for your company along the way. I am very honored to be able to accompany you.

I wish you all the best in the new year and be happy every day.