Looking directly at the ancient gods for a whole year

Chapter 2243 The King of Crusade (Twenty-Eight)
Did this scare the children? This adds another crime to the already long list.

In a tense moment, an unexpected change occurred, but Fu Qian was not frightened. Instead, he reflected on his behavior of frightening others.

While it is a joyous occasion, excessive revelry can still exceed the psychological capacity of the participants. People should have empathy.

Children, in particular, are in a critical period of development. If they pull out their umbilical cord and strangle themselves out of dissatisfaction, they have no reason to complain.

Yes, at that moment, Fu Qian really felt the umbilical cord tighten around his neck.

Suffocation—but on a spiritual level.

To be honest, at this moment, even if his neck were broken, it wouldn't be a big deal. Any part of his body would be in a much worse state.

However, he could clearly sense something unusual at that moment, even though he was currently devoid of inspiration.

Sleep is the first word that comes to mind before I start taking the medicine.

It was as if, with each cry, the swaddling clothes of the fetus were conveyed to her.

Quiet, gentle, undisturbed—and absolutely powerless.

The magnificent hall is right before my eyes, yet I can't touch it at all.

The madness continued to emanate from him, spreading everywhere, but it could no longer affect him in the slightest.

Conversely, the other self within the body also instantly stopped working.

Even the all-encompassing fire of sin vanished without a trace.

……

shocking.

It must be said that this sudden change is truly challenging to one's understanding.

Theoretically speaking, what just happened was a contest between at least three people who could be considered superiors, and after a period of entanglement, the situation escalated to the point of almost a fight to the death.

As a result, there wasn't even time to adjust; with a single cry, they were no longer bound to each other.

Even if it were just that, Fu Qian would interpret it as a high-level exile.

Even those in positions of power are not immune, ignoring the entanglements at the divine level and directly isolating themselves from the battlefield.

They can no longer engage in wedding night pranks, and they are also spared from the newlyweds' anger.

However, the problem is that, apart from this divine isolation, there is another change that makes its nature difficult to understand—the color of the fire is changing.

Yes, the frenzied flames were still erupting from his body, but they were no longer golden.

It wasn't even the reddish-gold of something tainted by the fire of sin, but rather a dull gray-black.

Not only did the colors become anything but festive, but the texture even became viscous and heavy, like the ashes of a world falling and constantly decaying.

The most crucial point is that visual effects are one thing, but Fu Qian is very certain that this is only the most insignificant point—the nature of Mad Fire is also changing.

That's right, it still belongs to its own authority, and no one can take it away.

But the destructive qualities that permeate it, as its ruler, are becoming increasingly unfamiliar.

Is power being distorted?
So much so that in that instant, Fu Qian came to a horrifying conclusion.

This is truly eye-opening.

Even when we first started researching the topic of fruit and sugar, we simply compared various powers to sugar, whose taste never changes.

It can be extracted from fruit, and used as a substitute, but its essence remains unchanged; it is the foundation of the extraordinary world. However, the current scene is truly somewhat subversive—not only has it been banished from the world, but it has even been banished directly from the extraordinary sequence?

Instead of generating the fear that "mysticism no longer exists," this astonishing discovery filled Fu Qian's mind with unprecedented excitement at that moment.

The decision to have Ariel play the role to the end in this mission seems to have been a good one.

While giving myself a thumbs up, a past exchange also quickly surfaced in my memory.

And what followed was an equally bizarre conclusion.

……

If a new divine quality is generated, then this information, and even its nature, may be conveyed even before it is actually generated...

The only difference is whether your rank is high enough and your perception is sharp enough to notice this—like the Radiant Rainbow.

Indeed, Fu Qian was thinking of the Long Night survivor he had dealt with many times, but had only met once in Night City.

I asked Him a question back then: how did He know the nature of divine qualities when He was clearly on a new, erroneous divine path, and thus both concealed Himself and left a deceptive element for Him in the burial ground of the gods?

The answer from the god in question was that the reason he was able to sense the emergence of new divine qualities immediately, and even misled himself with the quality of "eternity," was because no matter how chaotic the extraordinary world was, its underlying logic remained a unified whole.

Any split, new life, or distortion will immediately be reflected back to the entire system.

It's like getting an identification badge; you have to be recognizable in order to interact with others.

Although they both wished the other would die at any moment, to be honest, Fu Qian was quite accepting of this explanation.

So much so that it might be a bit abstract, but the moment that shocking scene appeared, he remembered this idea.

That is the true charm of knowledge.

Immediately afterwards, many doubts seemed to be answered.

All we need to do is add an "external" component to this "whole" foundation.

How could authority be deformed? I haven't suffered any additional damage.

The answer is, because its identification tag is missing.

This exile was not merely separating himself from the couple, but rather akin to being banished directly from the extraordinary order.

The power to define is like a balloon thrown into a vacuum—even oneself.

Fu Qian could clearly feel that although the title "King of Abandoned Prisons" was still a seamless whole, it was also entering a state of zero-pressure relaxation.

Specifically, this manifests as a unique deformation occurring even within the body itself.

Limbs, eyeballs, and even undulating divine patterns—all sorts of things intertwine.

Apart from the fact that there is still only one "I," all other definitions are losing their anchor...

It has to be said that although it's not a lethal skill, and it might not even last long if left unattended, the effect is truly amazing—wow!

At that very moment, Fu Qian could clearly see that in that world that was now briefly irrelevant to him, as the baby's cries grew increasingly piercing, His Highness the Lonely King's belly was beginning to be stretched and deformed.

So it really was you who did it?
After some effort to drive away the troublemakers and gain a brief period of peace, this divine child of truly noble status seemed eager to be born.

This must be what they call double happiness.

Hehehe...

It even seemed that not only Fu Qian felt this way, but the laughter of the guests could be faintly heard.