Looking directly at the ancient gods for a whole year

Chapter 2359 The Madness of Resurgence
The legendary terrifying event: an earlier master of power has been revived within him?

It was fleeting, but for Fu Qian, who is always good at self-reflection, he still accurately grasped that ripple.

Given that it was so unfounded, it inevitably reminds one of the forced impulse that came with it when Miss Wen used herself to test her abilities.

But Wen Li isn't here; there's only the current King of the Abandoned Prison—and the Abandoned Prison that has had at least two previous owners.

It was known long ago that the path to transcendence was fraught with peril, but how could there be hidden dangers that even the witch hadn't discovered?
At that moment, Fu Qian stroked the umbilical cord around his neck.

Even someone as accustomed to seeing demons and monsters as myself wouldn't be so careless about mental anomalies if I had more experience in the supernatural world and a higher level of sensitivity.

Willpower is such a fragile thing; a slight misstep and one's mind can be out of control.

The key is that, for those in power, their will is so difficult to erase...

Are I being influenced by ancient tyrants?

Without needing to shy away from seeking medical help, given the situation described above, a certain guess seems quite easy to arrive at.

That is, although he is already the complete King of Abandoned Prison, there are still some remnants of an even more ancient will within Abandoned Prison.

It might sound a bit alarming, but it seems quite reasonable to explain the current situation.

The will of the ancient tyrants has not been completely extinguished; the rising crimson fervor before us corresponds to that part of it.

This is why the curse did not appear after he mechanically ascended.

Because of his bug-exploiting behavior, his current identity has become more likely to resonate with "He".

As a result, not only was the curse drawn out, but even the remaining spirit began to affect him.

So I know it's hard for those in power to die. Was the first Darkmoon King's methods so ruthless back then?
……

Four gods, plus a traitor, plotted a sneak attack and ganged up on them.

After the deed was done, the divine bodies were disintegrated, and the Abandoned Prison was burned for a thousand years.

Such a scheme, such ruthlessness, is one thing, but abandoning the prison to digest it is simply destroying it directly, and it doesn't even completely erase the tyrant's name.
If that's the case, one can't help but wonder what Dark Moon and his group are really up to.

It's hard to imagine that in such a critical moment, there would be any talk of showing mercy. Are those in power really that ruthless?

Even his left and right hands were so badly injured that he couldn't tell them apart.

The night of the assassination is once again shrouded in mystery, while the crimson frenzy before our eyes is becoming increasingly vivid.

At first glance, although it wasn't exactly covered in crimson angels crawling everywhere, it was still surging like waves, a unique and vibrant scene.

Even the brutality they had just committed did not deter them from resolutely converging on this side and then prostrating themselves at our feet.

There are even scarlet figures climbing up the throne.

At that moment, Fu Qian seemed to understand for the first time why it was called "frenzy".

Along with the bloodlust from before, another strange wave rose up, and this time it was even more pronounced.

Is this the legendary infectious power?
This is undoubtedly a bad omen, suggesting that an "ancient tyrant" is awakening.

It's no wonder it's considered a divine substance; this umbilical cord blood seems to have a very potent tonic effect.

At that moment, he felt a sense of admiration, pinched the umbilical cord with his fingers, and then put it down.

Not only did he not lose the umbilical cord, but the next moment he even changed his posture and reached out his hand to the scarlet angel charging at the front.

...A sigh that lasts a thousand years, is it not delightful?

If he were truly an ancient tyrant, why would he hastily refuse such a communication that spans a thousand years?

At that moment, Fu Qian's behavior did indeed seem a bit unrestrained.

Anyone in this situation would probably do the first thing to isolate themselves from the influence, get the umbilical cord removed, undergo a thorough mental check-up upon return, and eliminate any potential risks that could turn them into puppets—but can they really eliminate them all?
Seeing the world through the umbilical cord doesn't mean you'll be insulated once it's removed.

He is the king of abandoned prisons no matter what, so how can he possibly distance himself from the concept of "abandoned prisons"?
As long as the boundaries are not completely severed, and there are indeed remnants of the spirit of ancient tyrants, then it is conceivable that no matter where you go, the efficiency of awakening will only vary.

Academics never deceive themselves. What may seem like additional losses due to dangerous operations may also be a result of a flash of inspiration that led to unexpected gains and the early discovery of potential problems.

And there's even an opportunity next, an opportunity to take a little more risk and gain even more—like getting a tattoo.

Seemingly sensing the friendliness before payment, the scarlet angel in front of me truly climbed onto my fingertips.

Although it almost instantly melted away in front of the divine body, it still left a faint trace.

And then there's more.

At that moment, it was as if a signal was being sent, and more scarlet angels swarmed forward, desperately trying to reclaim the tyrant's glory.

It even seemed as if glory was truly returning; amidst the undulating crimson, familiar outlines were being sketched out in what was once a desolate abandoned prison.

……

It seems that the unrestrained thoughts at this moment are already influenced by the ancient tyrants.

At that moment, facing the seemingly revitalized abandoned prison, Fu Qian even adjusted his posture, fully displaying the domineering presence befitting the king of the abandoned prison.

At the same time, in the blink of an eye, the marks left by the Crimson Angel on his body had spread rapidly, converging into mysterious and eerie patterns.

With its striking colors, it resembles the skin of a cursed creature from legend.

As for the person involved, it felt as if not only their body was on fire, but even their spirit seemed to be ignited.

That unusual fervor was no longer fleeting, but was gradually filling his will.

"It's almost time."

Just as a building was almost taking shape before his eyes, albeit a corrupted version, Fu Qian sighed softly and finally spoke to himself.

The umbilical cord can only be carried for half an hour; if this is exceeded, unpredictable neurological abnormalities may be induced.

At that time, it would undoubtedly be an additional distraction for the current test, so—amidst the sound of clothes tearing, Fu Qian took a deep breath.

On the exposed chest, an even larger mouth took a deeper breath.

The still-surging scarlet angels were instantly torn apart into a storm and swallowed whole.

That's right, there will be some distracting factors later, so improving efficiency is a perfectly normal approach, isn't it?

It even seemed to be quite effective; at one point, amidst the crimson light, another throne was faintly reflected.

Accompanying this was a maddening roar, filled with pain and resentment.

This is... a dragon?

I instantly sensed a sense of familiarity with it before I even finished paying.