Looking directly at the ancient gods for a whole year

Chapter 2367 Emptiness
The possibility of brain warfare has increased again.

Players of this caliber aren't exactly commonplace; to suddenly produce two in the blink of an eye is undeniably illogical.

What's even more coincidental is that they were the two old friends I thought of right away.

The previous assertion that everything was a side effect of eating mushrooms, and that whatever one wanted would come true, now seems more reasonable.

But don't forget what I just said, the side effects are what we want, so—it's excellent.

Roar!
Another bombshell of good news! Fu Qian's response to his old friend's enthusiastic welcome was equally explosive.

Come, help me further develop my brain.

stab-

Indeed, they went deep inside.

Before confirming, it was clear that the Gospel Blast had no effect on the female swordswoman, only causing ripples around her.

The transfer here did not cause any impact, but other impacts came from all directions, physically piercing the body.

……

She really is a female sword saint.

It's quite a challenge to one's imagination, because Fu Qian clearly understands that the abstract attack is simply something that comes out of the hand of the opponent in front of him.

However, in this special realm, it seemed to have received some kind of enhancement that aligned with the ultimate principles of heaven and earth, and it directly transformed itself into a cactus.

The advantage is that this unusual contact seems to give Qian Qian an extra chance to verify the other party's identity.

The opening serves as an eye socket, with fungal hyphae entwined inside and out. While lacking any human skin, it retains certain basic female characteristics.

And what seemed to be shattering itself was the same kind of real mushroom sword I'd seen before—unfortunately, it was itself that was shattered.

The Gospel Shockwave missed its target; there was still the Bio-Chemical Arm.

The injuries on his body did not affect his movements at all. At that moment, hundreds of tentacles burst out from his right arm, wantonly ravaging everything in front of him.

Since it doesn't deliberately maintain biological characteristics, it lacks some of the eerie feel, but the sharp lines still have an extra visual impact.

Add to that the already abstract structure within the fungus's vision, and at that moment, the self-evaluation before it was presented seemed to transform into an alloy drill bit, recklessly tearing apart this reality of the world.

The female swordswoman is undoubtedly the most direct point of contact.

Of course, they wouldn't just stand there and take the beating; in fact, they were even more bloodthirsty than the other swordsman.

When the Gospel Shock failed to work, the Four Directions Slaughtering Swords struck again.

This time, the visual effect was even more unique, as the two forces strangely converged on a single plane, transforming into a thin, spinning blade that sliced ​​the tyrant's neck in two.

Bang!
An amazing achievement, but the price she paid was that her body no longer possessed any feminine characteristics or even a human outline.

Under the terrifying bombardment, the spray fell in abundance, spreading from points to lines, eventually bursting into a single firework.

Most importantly, at the very center of the fireworks, it's as if an impenetrable barrier has finally been breached, followed by a terrifying siphon.

The mycelium representing "the reality of the world" did not disappear, but it disintegrated into a different structure in an instant, like tempered glass that had been shattered.

……

A fun experience.

A single successful move is nothing special, but the new ideas presented have earned Fu Qian some praise.

Although the mushroom world is broken, it is not destroyed. You can still walk in it, but the experience is even more bizarre and fantastical.

Not surprising. In some ways, this seems to reinforce the previous assessment; essentially, it's still a battle of the mind. Normally, a fierce battle only makes the will more chaotic, not clearer.

But that's okay, the goal remains the same: to make a complete mess of things.

He caught the falling head, controlled the angle to toss it back onto his neck, and his forward stride was not even affected.

Such composure is certainly not simply due to strong physical recovery abilities. For those at the higher level, simple physical damage is merely a superficial matter.

The female swordswoman's attack just now actually caused deeper damage; losing her head was merely a side effect.

For example, even though his head was now perfectly reattached, the killing power of the Sword Saint still surged within the Tyrant, a condition commonly known as a hidden injury.

If we do it a few more times, even with my own mechanically rebuilt version, I'm afraid it will take some effort to stabilize its state—so let's do it a few more times?
After a series of massacres, Fu Qian's anticipation for the Fungal Emperor grew even stronger.

Regardless of whether what is happening in front of you is an internal battle, what brings about all of this is still the "poison" you have voluntarily swallowed.

If this method is intended to erode the tyrant, then "He" standing at the top of this power should perhaps show more sincerity.

As for your claim that it's none of my business if you eat poisonous mushrooms—do you think my "insight" is just for show?
The King of Abandoned Prison has always been the proactive party in this incident.

You can show me the indescribable things that pollute my mind, but you have no right to make me unable to see them—click!

Still without using the tyrant's unique mad fire, or even activating any aura, the mechanical tentacles, several times more numerous than before, continued to tear at the cracks.

It's enough to prove that a combat power of the level of a Sword Saint can emerge; there's no need to waste energy imagining opponents. Creating obstacles is the job of the Fungal Emperor.

Before he could finish, he adopted the simplest and most brutal method: to continue crushing the so-called "real world" and see what would stop him and what would be revealed—nothing.

There was no pointless holding back; the force exerted in that moment showed respect for the opponent.

As a result, the already crumbling and broken reality instantly experienced a stress response.

It was like being punished by the gods for breaking divine rules; every mycelium trembled, tearing the offending tentacles to shreds in the most severe manner.

In response, they received even more tentacles...

Then came even more severe divine punishment...

And even more surging tentacles...

Two seconds later, the mycelium in the sky simultaneously disintegrated into ash.

Looking at the academy, which seemed to have returned to normal in an instant, Fu Qian expressed deep doubts about the drop rate.

……

It's a contest of pure strength, with little skill involved, but that doesn't diminish the intensity of the process.

Even in their back-and-forth exchanges, one could quite sense the authority of someone in a superior position.

So much so that one has no doubt that after the "truth" is shattered, the person who has committed heinous crimes will be forced to face the divine wrath of the disturbed.

But there was nothing.

The academy was somewhat deserted at night. The dust that filled the air didn't even fall to the ground, leaving only a vast expanse of clean white.

There really is nothing left.

At one point, Fu Qian raised his hand and, just like before, smelled his fingers.

The original strong smell was completely gone, and even on my body, the magic brought by the mushrooms had long since dissipated.

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