Staring directly at the ancient gods for a whole year

Deafening, lingering, enlightening, and elevating…

It was a rather wonderful feeling, as if his brain had turned into dough, being stretched, kneaded, smoothed of wrinkles, and even filled with bubbles that constantly surfaced, turning everything into a honeycomb-like three-dimensional structure…

Indeed, my pirated version was too simple and crude. How could the true gospel be described by simple mental shock?

If the Seed of Ecstasy encountered before was like opening the switch to depravity, planting a blood-sucking vine deep in the will, then the gospel being listened to at this moment was the other extreme.

Wisdom, knowledge, mystery… indescribable and difficult to interpret, but clearly similar concepts were being directly instilled into the self, helping one to "become a better version of oneself."

The impact certainly existed, but as the saying goes, 'no destruction, no construction.' It was a heavy hammer that shattered shackles, a mirror that illuminated the self.

Only in that way could one realize what the true self was—and then realize the warmth of the mother's embrace.

Indeed, everything was so natural.

Despite withstanding the scouring in the midst of the turbulent waves, and gaining a deeper understanding of one's own essence as a result, what followed was a sense of closeness to the source of those turbulent waves.

It was definitely not simple misdirection or the like.

Completely experiencing all of this as the King of the Abandoned Prison, although the opponent's pressure was even more exaggerated than the previous "Fungal Emperor," Fu Qian was very sure that he had not been subjected to hidden contamination, and his self was still relatively intact.

That was a true, undeniable fact.

It was like first teaching you to read, and then putting a paternity test report in front of you.

Even if one could resist the urge to return to the embrace, this knowledge was difficult to eliminate, an eternal call.

…This thing… is a bit powerful.

Mother of Transcendence? That seems a bit exaggerated.

But this feeling… even from the perspective of the King of the Abandoned Prison, it's hard to find fault with.

Within that source, one could feel more than one point of resonance with one's own essence. If one responded to the call and embraced it, it seemed one could truly become a more sublimated version of oneself in some sense.

What kind of authority is this? Mother of all things?

Of course, Fu Qian wouldn't believe that he was really born from this thing. Don't forget, he's currently wearing the skin of the King of the Abandoned Prison.

But was the King of the Abandoned Prison born from that thing?

This point cannot be completely denied.

After all, in the "mythological stories" that Vera had told him before, the appearance of the higher-ups also seemed to have an order.

If that's the case, it's not impossible that all transcendent beings have a source of reproduction.

But not being able to deny it doesn't mean one has to accept it.

Ancient Tyrant, King of the Abandoned Prison—from any angle, the skin he was wearing clearly represented the pinnacle of a path to godhood, with complete power and authority.

Adult children who are economically independent being called home—it's hard not to feel that the motive is subtle.

Especially since he had already witnessed many of the methods of this "Mother."

It was clear that she was not someone who would always be smiling and amiable. If he weren't in the form of the King of the Abandoned Prison, there was a high probability that whether or not he returned home would not be up to him the moment he listened to this gospel.

There was even a victim far away on the Hill of the Unseen.

For example, Meria's miracle—why would it become a breakthrough that she could use—

Seemingly to prove Fu Qian's thoughts, a uniquely shaped giant palm slammed over from behind at that moment.

Bone spurs protruded grotesquely, blood dripped, and the surface was covered with circles of mysterious patterns.

Although he was suffering a terrifying impact, it was still difficult for such a method to complete a sneak attack on Fu Qian.

Not only did he easily capture the shape of the murder weapon, he even knew that the attacker was the demigod who had been traveling with him all along.

No wonder it was so convenient. This method is too fleshy, very in line with the tenets of the Apocalypse.

Although the Good Curse Institute is relatively strong in this world, the Apocalypse has not lost its reputation.

But that's not the point. The point is that the body behind the giant arm is equally grotesque, and the divine patterns representing the mythological form are even more densely covered on it.

…Complete mythological form? Sure enough, enlightenment is not just talk.

Bang!

Before the giant arm hit, Fu Qian had already struck first, slapping the deformed body away, even shattering it into several pieces in the air.

The fragments behaved very stubbornly, even struggling to reassemble each other.

Although it ultimately failed, he didn't see anything too un-fleshy or strange emerging from within.

"The converted version is indeed different…"

And while evaluating the feel, Fu Qian was not stingy with praise.

Old Man Logan once taught that even for high-level transcendents, mythological forms are not so easy to control.

Especially for demigods, being able to make partial changes is already rare.

As a result, this elite who was suspected to be from the Apocalypse Institute actually came up with a 100% form without even blinking?

Rather than simply explaining it as a genius, Fu Qian was more inclined to think that it was an additional enlightenment gained from listening to the gospel.

The previous feeling seemed to be correct—returning to the embrace of the "Mother" would become a better version of oneself.

In addition, from beginning to end, that Apocalypse demigod did not show classic power forms such as dark flames.

If this were to run outside, there is no doubt that it would continue to be treated as a fleshy player.

For those who are influenced by their own authority, the Mother of the Gospel does not seem to be inclined to clearly transform them into her claws, but rather allows them to continue to lurk in other paths to godhood.

On the surface, everything looks normal, but little do they know that the words "Qingming Chongyang" are always written under their feet.

What a silent and subtle source of pollution in the transcendent world, it can be described as impossible to guard against—but it must still be guarded against.

His Excellency the Demigod collapsed into a pile, but the movement did not stop at all. The audience was still plentiful.

The actions of the people whose sanity had been annihilated were not clever, relying almost purely on instinct, but the benefit brought about was that they were simply fearless.

Fu Qian even saw some kind of strange swelling appearing on Old Man Feng Yunhong.

…So, is there really nothing new? Not only is the level stable, but the ultimate move is still this?

Recalling the scene of the other party chasing after him to self-destruct in Elysium, even Fu Qian felt an unbearable urge to complain at that moment.

Boom!

Of course, this time Old Man Feng didn't have to work so hard.

Twisting his body, raising his leg, the iron boot fell.

In the gospel that brings infinite enlightenment, a violent, discordant note exploded loudly.

Old Man Feng's ultimate move, which he hadn't had time to unleash, and the audience around him, each displaying their own divine powers, all turned into a bloody mist together with this help.