In the murky eyeballs, that glimr of light was like a burnt-out candle, quickly dimming and returning to silence.
No disappointnt, no regret.
He slowly reeled in the fishing rod, his movents becoming slow and hunched once more.
It was as if the burst of Power just now was a re illusion.
The elderly man sat back on the small stool, carefully putting away the empty hook.
As if the thrilling battle from earlier had never happened.
Then, he picked up the open bait box beside the fishing rod, emitting a fishy sweet scent mixed with plant powder.
His withered fingers slowly stirring the segnts of blood-red earthworms, gray-white powder, viscous honey-like substance, and tiny glowing crystals.
Seemingly pondering what formula to use next ti.
Just as Fang Qingyu thought the elderly man was lost in the world of bait, forgetting the previous conversation.
Hong Qitian’s aged, hoarse voice suddenly rang out again.
This ti, he didn’t look up.
His gaze stayed focused on the small pinch of gray-white powder at his fingertips, as if weighing the value of a rare treasure.
His tone calm as if asking Fang Qingyu if he wanted to try his new bait blend.
"So..."
"If I let you end all this chaos..."
He paused, lightly sprinkling the powder into the mixed bait.
"Would you be willing?"
Fang Qingyu paused in surprise.
His body, seated cross-legged on the cold stone block, straightened instantly.
He turned his head sharply, looking incredulously at the elderly man beside him, hunched over and focused on kneading the stinky bait.
He pointed to his own nose.
The face that had remained unchanged under the Heavenly Might in the Thunderstorm Cloud Sea, that had cleaved through the Divine Chosen in the core of the ruins, was now full of extre shock and bewildernt.
"!?"
Are you kidding ?!
Fang Qingyu knew himself well.
Although through various ans and opportunities, he could now single-handedly contend with a Low Tier Domain Grandmaster or Divine Chosen with just the Martial Artist System.
But above were the Myriad Phenona Realm and the Void Realm.
The Tier Three beings lurking in the depths of the abyss were like mountains!
Not to ntion the "living Gods" Jiang Wei spoke of!
End chaos? Restore order?
What could he use to put an end to it?
His own life?!
Hong Qitian looked at Fang Qingyu’s "you must be joking with " expression, his smile only deepened.
The elder didn’t explain, nor did he have any intent to persuade.
He just leisurely, as if performing a trick, pulled out a thin, ancient book with frayed edges from his old, washed-out jacket.
The book’s cover was a kind of dark brown animal hide, without any text, emitting an old dusty and faintly bloody scent.
"Take it."
With a flick, the ancient volu seed to have a life of its own, landing steadily in Fang Qingyu’s arms.
It felt slightly heavy, cold to the touch.
"About ten years ago..." Hong Qitian’s voice rose again, with a touch of nostalgic calm, his eyes once more on the murky river water.
"Sothing happened in the abyss."
"A reincarnated deity snuck in quietly."
Fang Qingyu’s heart skipped a beat, and he instantly tightened his grip on the ancient volu.
A Divine Reincarnation?!
Soone like Jiang Wei?!
"That guy..." Hong Qitian paused, seemingly choosing his words, "code nad ’Erosion’. In ancient tis, his true self held dominion over ’decay’ and ’void’, not sothing good."
"His reincarnated form, quite an evil capability."
Hong Qitian’s voice carried a hint of seriousness.
"He can... disrupt the rules of space."
"It was he who wreaked havoc in the abyss, using so unknown thod to forcibly turn the space rules of the abyss into utter chaos, making them extrely fragile."
"The result is..." Hong Qitian turned his head, looking into Fang Qingyu’s eyes, "now any existence above Tier Three, Martial Saints, Apostles, can’t even enter the abyss! Forcing entry would only trigger a spatial turbulence, and all would perish."
"So now the abyss..." Hong Qitian spread his hands, "can only maintain the most basic order, like an unattended ss."
"And this ’Erosion’..." Hong Qitian’s eyes showed so amusent, "he’s very slippery. He only hunts those he can defeat, and when faced with a stronger opponent, even the slightest hint of danger, he runs faster than a rabbit! That Space Shifting ability, even Martial Saints can’t lay a hand on him."
Fang Qingyu listened, his brow furrowed tightly.
A reincarnated deity that can disturb space rules, slippery as an eel, only picking easy targets?
This sounds like another isekai traveler following the coward’s path...
And he succeeded.
Turning the abyss into his own hunting ground, barring high-tier enemies from entering.
"So..."
Fang Qingyu weighed the ancient volu in his hands, "are you wanting ... to seek him out after breaking through to Tier Two?"
"Mm," Hong Qitian nodded, a glimr of light in his murky eyes, "he’s now Tier Two Middle Realm, Apocalypse Chosen One, with your strength, after achieving Martial Arts Grandmaster, wouldn’t you be able to defeat him!?"
Fang Qingyu listened, contemplative.
"The problem is..."
"You’ve said even a Martial Saint can’t catch him, how can I, just entering Tier Two, stop him from escaping?"
Hong Qitian listened, his expression unchanged, slowly pulled another item from his pocket.
"Don’t worry."
It was a thumb-sized, entirely black stone, appearing to absorb all light, irregularly shaped.
The stone’s surface was covered with extrely fine, seemingly naturally ford silver patterns, faintly forming a highly complex and mysterious design.
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