Looking directly at the ancient gods for a whole year

Chapter 1938: Echoes of the Long Night

In the burial ground of broken gods, the tides that surge from time to time are actually related to the long night thousands of years ago?

Considering the many gods who fell during that period of history, Fu Qian was not too surprised.

The magical thing now is that although my rank is obviously one level higher, I can’t feel the tide described by Su Gao very clearly.

Is the perception so strong, or is there some special reason?

The original purpose of chasing all the way here was to get a glimpse of the thousand-year-old mystery.

The reason why they did not stop Su Gao's final adventure was, on the one hand, that they respected her principles, and on the other hand, they also took her special physique into consideration.

The echoes in the long night might have special benefits.

Of course, it will also be a perfect object for observation, helping to understand the reality of the long night.

That’s right, Su Gao’s volunteer role is still continuing.

However, it is somewhat surprising that there is such a sharp contrast.

Fu Qian could feel some of the chaos that Su Gao mentioned.

This night was far from being as peaceful and quiet as it seemed. Even the scenes in the child’s dream, although exaggerated, were obviously much more unfriendly here.

To give the simplest example, just by sitting here for a moment, Fu Qian has discovered more than one "fragment" of the night sky.

Of course, it is not really broken into pieces, but the stars in different areas seem to follow completely different operating rules.

Everything is in disarray.

To use a metaphor, it is like stirring a tank of water covered with floating ice. It may appear to be still clear, but in fact, the surface has been cut by pieces of broken ice and are rotating separately.

If there were an astrologer or something like that, he would probably vomit blood and die within three seconds.

In comparison, the description of "tides" is a bit abstract - but it seems to be real.

At this moment, the cracks originating from the palm of Su Gao's hand were spreading at an alarming speed, and were much finer and messier than before.

The metaphor about floating ice just now was perfectly embodied in her in the blink of an eye.

The tiny pieces of white porcelain on the surface of the body collided and rotated, gathering into vortices, as if to resist the beating of the tide.

Not only that, pain, dislocation, fragility... Fu Qian is not a master of abstract art, but at that moment he still interpreted many negative concepts in this rhythm.

Not only was she feeling more than she was, she was suffering more.

Even these agitated fragments are continuing to push the body towards complete collapse, such as the eyes.

Su Gao's movement of looking down remained unchanged, but Fu Qian had already seen drops of blood falling into his palm.

“I seem to see more.”

But Fu Qian still didn't try to help.

Su Gao has indeed brought herself new gains, and at the same time, it seems that her gains are more than that.

As her body changed, she entered a special kind of calm, which could be heard from her already somewhat strange voice.

"Describe it."

The next moment, Fu Qian made a casual gesture, just as he had requested of the volunteers before.

……

"Everywhere, the storm tide fills all places, and I can hear many harmonies...

"The starry sky, the soul, the abyss, all kinds of incredible places... nothing can be spared, nothing will not be broken..."

And Su Gao always cooperated like this, and even while he spoke in a low voice, he raised his other bloody hand and held it together with his broken limbs.

"This is the real doomsday, but all wills are struggling... I think this is why the long night will still pass..."

It was obvious that all this brought her considerable pain, and her voice was trembling at the end.

You too. While writing down every word, Fu Qian looked at the two hands in red and white and said something silently in his heart.

Not only is the body broken, it is also struggling stubbornly.

A tiny but tenacious will is trying hard to pull at the chaotic porcelain pieces, trying to give them a trace of order and maintain the concept of self in the brokenness.

But as the cracks spread completely, there was no longer any intact part of the body to serve as an anchor, making it increasingly difficult to persist.

The blood not only stained the porcelain pieces red, but also flowed down from the palms of his hands.

Su Gao still didn't move, but he didn't say anything either, which made people doubt whether he still had the ability to speak.

Even in Fu Qian's opinion, although she was speaking at the end, she might not be able to perceive her surroundings in the chaos.

“I don’t know if this will work.”

The next moment Fu Qian finally responded.

Taking another step forward, he lifted up the two clasped hands, holding a white ring in each.

White ring, the reward I got from a mission related to the person in front of me.

Compared with the current Su Gao, his rank is undoubtedly far behind, but the advantage is that it is still intact.

If worn, perhaps it could provide a small artificial anchor for maintaining self?

One small problem though is that the white ring is sized to your own hand.

Fu Qian gestured and put it on the white porcelain thumb skillfully.

……

"Thank you...I feel much better."

The effect seemed to be immediate. Su Gao, who remained in the same position, actually whispered his thanks.

And what she said seemed to be true.

With the white ring of not high rank put on his hand, this body's insistence on order really seemed to have an additional anchor point.

From the thumb outward, the broken porcelain pieces are being pulled and straightened out little by little, making the ring like a magic needle that stabilizes the sea - but it is still far from enough.

Faced with the thanks, Fu Qian said nothing.

This long night obviously has some special purpose for Su Gao. It is too naive to expect such a small prop to turn the tide.

Under the constant erosion, this weak anchor point can only leave a thumb-sized relic after the person involved is completely shattered.

However, this process was not entirely without gain. Even though it was broken to this extent and tried to be reassembled, the scene on the doll that he took out when he returned from the burial ground to exorcise the curse last time still did not appear - countless tiny bodies of different shapes, like mechanical parts, together formed a complete doll.

The fragments on Su Gao's body were just fragments, and there was no sign of them turning into something distorted.

These two similar-looking creatures seem to have essential differences.

This conclusion can be regarded as a major gain of this trip.

Of course, this is not the final harvest. In addition to the white ring, we have many more props.

[San value minus 10]

Fu Qian directly activated the Pseudo-God Transformation and grasped the void at the same time. The next moment, an elegant and slender sword appeared in his hand.

Ah, Sword Three is missing one, it turns out you have always been with me...

"Mr. Fu, can you still hear me?"

While Fu Qian was reciting the lines in his mind, Su Gao, who had not received a response for a long time, asked in an almost inaudible voice.