Rumored horrifying events, an earlier power holder, has it awakened within oneself?
Fleeting yet still accurately grasped by Fu Qian, who has always been introspective.
The nature of its unexpectedness reminds him of the impulsion forced upon him when Miss Wen tested her abilities.
But here there’s no Wen Li, only the reigning Abandonnt King—at least soone who has had two owners before.
The perilous path of the Transcendent was known, but hidden dangers beyond even the Witch’s sight?
At that mont, Fu Qian touched the umbilical cord on his neck.
It doesn’t even require a frequent witness of monsters and demons, as long as one’s training in the Supernatural Realm raises sensitivity to spiritual anomalies, one would never be careless.
Will is such a fragile thing, a slight carelessness leads one’s heart astray.
Especially for Superior Beings, their will is so hard to eradicate...
Am I under the influence of the Ancient Tyrant?
No need to avoid the issue; given the prior situation, a certain conjecture seems inevitable.
Although I am the complete Abandonnt King, the abandoned prison harbors remnants of older wills.
It might sound shocking, but it seems to rationally explain the current situation—
The Ancient Tyrant’s will hasn’t completely annihilated, this rising crimson frenzy corresponds to that part.
That’s why this curse didn’t appear after my chanical Ascension.
Because of my bugging actions, my identity now resonates more easily with "It."
This leads not only to the curse being drawn out but even the residual spirit starts influencing .
Hence, it’s known that Superior Beings are hard to kill; did the First Generation Dark Moon handle things so sloppily?
...
Four Divine Beings along with a traitor plotting a surprise attack.
After the deed, divine bodies were disassembled, abandoned prison burned for a millennium.
Such planning, such cruelty, when the prison couldn’t digest it, why not destroy it outright? Didn’t even erase the Tyrant’s account completely?
If so, one can’t help but wonder what the Dark Moon group truly aid at.
Hard to imagine rcy in dire tis, are Superior Beings so hard to kill?
Even the hands were ravaged beyond recognition.
The night of assassination becos again enigmatic, and before , the crimson frenzy intensifies.
At a glance, while it’s not a sea of crimson angels, they still surge like waves, an unusual lively sight.
Including the recent acts of brutality which didn’t deter them from converging and prostrating at my feet.
There’s even crimson climbing up the throne.
At that mont, Fu Qian seemingly understood for the first ti why it’s called "frenzy."
Accompanied by recent homicidal desires, another peculiar surge rises, clearer this ti.
Is this the fad emotional contagion?
Undoubtedly a bad on, suspecting the "Ancient Tyrant" might be awakening.
Surely a divine object, this umbilical cord’s blood seems greatly nourishing.
In admiration, Fu Qian pinched the umbilical cord then released it.
Instead of discarding it, he even reaches out towards the leading crimson angel next.
...
A millennium sigh, delight wouldn’t co again?
If it’s truly the Ancient Tyrant, why not embrace this dialogue across centuries?
At that mont, Fu Qian’s actions appeared rather unrestrained.
In such a scenario, most prioritize isolating influence, removing the cord, full ntal checks to prevent becoming a puppet—but can it be completely avoided?
Seeing the scene while carrying the cord doesn’t an taking it off isolates .
Regardless, the Abandonnt King can’t separate from "abandoned prison" as a concept.
And only by completely severing ties will awakening efficiency vary.
Academic workers never self-deceive; this seeming operational risk causing extra losses might bring insight into hidden dangers, an additional gain.
Even upcoming opportunities, risking slightly for more gains—like tattoos.
Sensing Fu Qian’s friendliness, the crimson angel climbed up to his fingertips.
Instantly dissolved before the divine body, yet faint traces remain.
Followed by more.
That mont seed to signal, more crimson angels sward, striving to return to the Tyrant’s glory.
Glory indeed seed to recreate, amidst crimson ebbing, the abandoned prison revealed familiar outlines.
...
Can’t rule out the rash thoughts now due to the Ancient Tyrant’s influence.
Facing the seemingly revitalizing prison, Fu Qian even adjusted his seated posture, displaying the dominance of an Abandonnt King.
In the blink of an eye, traces left by the crimson angel rapidly spread, forming mysterious textures.
Paired with blinding colors, like the legendary curse skin.
As an involved party, aside from body seemingly burning, even spirit feels ignited.
The peculiar frenzy now perates the will, no longer fleeting.
"Ti’s almost up."
Before structures erged, albeit a corrupted version, Fu Qian sighed softly, finally muttering to himself.
The umbilical cord carrying limits at half-hour, exceeding that might induce unpredictable divinity distortions.
For the current test, undoubtedly an extra interference, thus—amidst tearing clothes, Fu Qian inhaled deeply.
The exposed chest inhaled deeper.
The surging crimson angels were torn like a storm, swallowed.
Indeed, interference soon cos, so it’s normal to boost efficiency?
Perhaps truly effective, within crimson, another throne vaguely reflects.
With it, an insane howl filled with agony and malice.
Is this... a dragon?
Within an instant, Fu Qian sensed a familiar feeling.
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