Chapter 2010: Chapter 2005: Conversion
Deafening, the sound lingers in the air, pure enlightennt, ascension from the ground…
It’s a rather wonderful feeling, as if my mind has turned into dough, being stretched and kneaded to smooth out the creases, and even within, bubbles are continually rising, making everything dinsional like a honeycomb…
Indeed, my gun version is still too simple and crude; the true gospel cannot be described simply as a ntal shock.
If the Seed of Ecstasy previously encountered was the switch to open the Fallen, planting a blood-sucking vine deep in the will, the gospel heard at this mont is the opposite extre.
Wisdom, knowledge, mystery… impossible to decode, difficult to describe, yet evidently similar concepts directly infused into the self, helping to “beco a better self.”
The impact certainly exists, but as the saying goes, no destruction ans no establishnt; it is clearly the heavy hamr breaking the shackles, illuminating the self in a clear mirror.
Only then can one realize what the True Self is—thus realize the warmth of the mother’s embrace.
Yes, everything is so natural.
Obviously, standing firm amid raging waves, benefiting from the disaster to gain deeper insight into one’s essence, but accompanying it is a sense of intimacy with the source of those waves.
It’s certainly not a simple misdirection.
Feeling every bit as the Abandonnt King, although the opponent’s pressure is more exaggerated than the previous Fungus Emperor, Fu Qian is very sure there is no hidden contamination; the self remains relatively intact.
That is a true, undeniable fact.
It’s like first teaching you how to read, then placing a paternity test report in front of you.
Even if one can resist the impulse to return to the embrace, this awareness is difficult to erase, eternally calling.
…
This thing… is quite formidable.
Extraordinary Mother? Seems a bit exaggerated.
But this feeling, indeed, is unchallengeable even from the perspective of the Abandonnt King.
The source there seems to resonate with multiple aspects of one’s essence; if responding to the call and embracing it, one might truly beco a sublimated self in so sense.
What kind of authority is this? Mother of all?
Fu Qian naturally won’t believe he was truly born from this thing; let’s not forget he’s currently wearing the skin of the Abandonnt King.
But was the Abandonnt King born from that thing?
This point can’t seem to be completely denied.
After all, in the “Mythical Stories” Veil told before, the ergence of Superior Beings seems indeed to follow a sequence.
If so, having a propagation source for all supernatural existences seems not impossible.
But not denying doesn’t an one must accept it.
Ancient Tyrant, Abandonnt King, no matter the angle, the skin he wears clearly represents the pinnacle of the path to godhood, with complete power and authority.
Economically independent adult children called back ho, the motive can hardly not seem delicate.
Especially having already seen enough of this “mother’s” ans.
Clearly not so cheerful character; if not for the Abandonnt King’s form, listening to this gospel even for a mont might make going ho an involuntary decision.
Even far at the Unseen Hillock, there’s a victim displayed there.
Moreover, the variability and ubiquity of this “His” power seem to be explained.
So thods, perhaps, co from the transcendents returning to the embrace.
Like lia’s Miracle, why has it beco a breakthrough for Him to utilize—
As if to prove Fu Qian’s thoughts, a uniquely shaped giant hand has already slapped from behind.
Bone spurs viciously, blood dripping, mysterious patterns encircle its surface.
Although experiencing a terrifying impact, for Fu Qian, such thods are still difficult to complete a sneak attack.
Not only easily capturing the shape of the weapon, he even knows the attacker is the Demigod traveling alongside him.
No wonder it’s so convenient; these thods are indeed too fleshly, very much in line with Heaven’s Comncent Institute’s purpose.
Although Benevolence Institute is more vigorous in this world, Heaven’s Comncent has not tarnished its reputation.
But that’s not the point; the point is the equally hideous body behind the giant arm, representing Mythical Form with divinity patterns all over.
…
Complete Mythical Form? Indeed, enlightennt is not just talk.
Bang!
Before the giant arm hits, Fu Qian has already struck first, smacking that deford body and sending it flying, even breaking into several pieces in the air.
The pieces behave tenaciously, pulling at each other, even striving to recombine.
Although ultimately unsuccessful, no overly fleshly weird things erge from inside.
“The conversion version is indeed different…”
And while assessing the feel, Fu Qian does not stingy on praise.
Old Master Logan once taught that even for High-level Extraordinary, Mythical Form is not easy to control.
Especially for Demigods, being able to change in parts is already rare.
Yet this suspected elite of Heaven’s Comncent Institute, without batting an eye, cos directly with a hundred percent form?
Rather than explaining it simply as innate talent, Fu Qian leans toward enlightennt gained from listening to the gospel.
The previous feeling seems accurate; returning to the embrace of “Mother” would beco a better self.
In addition, from beginning to end, this Heaven’s Comncent Demigod never showed classic power forms like dark fla.
If he were to go outside, undoubtedly, he would continue being regarded as a bloodline-system contestant.
To those influenced by their own authority, the Mother of the Gospel appears not inclined to overtly convert them into her minions, but lets them continue lurking in other paths to godhood.
On the surface, everything looks normal, yet beneath the feet, “Clear and Bright” is inscribed in large characters.
Such a silent, pervasive source of pollution in the Supernatural World is formidable—yet precautions are necessary.
The Demigod collapses into a mound, but the commotion hasn’t stopped; spectators are still plentiful.
The actions of those whose minds are annihilated are not clever, relying almost purely on instinct, but the upside is a fearless attitude.
Fu Qian even sees so kind of bizarre expansion directly appearing on Mr. Feng Yunhong’s body.
… So there’s really no new trick? Not only is the ranking stable, the ultimate move is still this?
Recalling the scene of the Angel of Comfort chasing and self-destructing against him, even Fu Qian at that mont felt an overwhelming urge to ridicule.
Boom!
Of course, this ti Mr. Feng Sr. won’t be that bothered.
Twisting, lifting a leg, the iron boot cos down.
In the gospel bringing infinite enlightennt, the discordant and violent notes resound loudly.
Not only does it disintegrate the ultimate move Mr. Feng Sr. has not yet displayed, but also together with the spectators showcasing their divine powers, they all turn into a mist of blood under this assistance.
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