Chapter 1135: Chapter 1133 Enlightenment
The Gospel is only bestowed upon the pitiful.
Your current state is certainly wretched enough; let us see if you can hold on until the Gospel’s Enlightenment.
Fu Qian, having released a Gospel Blast, silently observed Li Min’s reaction.
Although he had always been scaring people with the skill’s side effects, Fu Qian never forgot that the essence of the Gospel Blast was to imitate the Divine Beings’ authority to save all beings.
Lady Li Min now truly finds herself in a dire plight, both internally and externally.
On the one hand, there’s the special flame she cannot digest.
On the other hand, there’s the high-Ranking chaotic and complex contamination.
Added to the mix are three bottles of Blood Dew she was forcefully made to drink—prompting a desperate, flickering back to life in her broken body, she is beyond divine aid.
Even Fu Qian saw that, as the fragile balance that was barely there had been disrupted, this woman—though presently conversing with a friend in a cave—most likely wouldn’t last for more than a few hours.
To survive, her only hope might be to achieve a transformation by opening the governor and conception vessels in a desperate situation.
Yet, this is clearly the treatment meant for the Son of Destiny, not to be easily wished for.
But to encounter him at the brink of death, isn’t that fortunate enough to be considered a Son of Destiny?
...
Heaven tasks those it wishes to make great with hardship first.
Li Min was conspicuously more wretched now than before.
Her body, which had barely maintained a human shape, was completely destroyed by the accumulated crazy energy after the Gospel shot.
Even kneeling became impossible to maintain; she collapsed sideways to the ground, her slight scales and spurs growing at an unprecedented rate.
At the same time, her limbs, including her arms and legs, were rapidly distorting and degenerating, on the verge of disappearing entirely and replaced by clusters of sea anemone-like twitching fleshy buds.
In less than half a minute, Li Min had become like a flounder wrapped in parasites.
Even as if she lay on an iron griddle.
Freed from restraint, her internal heat erupted violently, baking the body and producing various bizarre scents.
And even though she had entirely lost control of her body and couldn’t even struggle, Fu Qian could still sense the patient’s willful cries of anguish and struggle.
But you must always look on the bright side—at least she is still struggling.
What a pity!
Fu Qian shifted his gaze away from Li Min and sighed.
Even as a vessel to spread the cosmic Gospel, the Sea of Ashes seemed to have no particular reaction.
He hadn’t urged them to choose this wish out of a fervent desire to save the world.
He’d intended to switch to a different stimulation method and declare his arrival, as even whipping the tentacles did not provoke a response.
Unfortunately, it seemed to have no effect either.
In the meantime, Rachel, standing outside quietly, had turned around, stiffly gazing down at her friend on the ground.
With her current Ranking, she clearly couldn’t sense the cries of anguish, which undoubtedly made her more tormented.
"Actually, I think what your friend meant just now was for you to take this opportunity to flee as far as possible—unless she comes looking for you again?"
Seeing this, Fu Qian curiously asked.
"I will not leave."
Rachel did not look at him, and one could not even detect anger in her voice.
"She’s doing everything she can to survive, and I, too, will do what I can to help her achieve that."
"Even if you’re just toying with us, as long as you don’t kill me on a whim, I will stay here and guard her."
"I understand."
Fu Qian nodded slightly, his tone devoid of any mocking intent.
"Then let’s wait and see."
...
It didn’t take long for a moment to come when a group of dazzling, blue, star-like flames appeared upon the deformed body on the ground and rapidly spread outward.
Had her Transcendent abilities begun to mutate?
At least the form of power seemed different, and even the Ranking seemed to have risen.
Fu Qian silently assessed the situation.
Of course, compared to the contamination that spread throughout the body, it was still far too little.
The spreading frost fire barely sketched out a human facial contour within the flesh and blood before encountering fierce resistance and finding it difficult to continue.
Not only that, even on the face, faintly matching colored fish scales seemed to start growing out.
"Li Min!"
How Rachel recognized her friend from that highly abstract face was beyond anyone’s knowledge, but she was clearly overwhelmed with tears of joy.
Celebrating with champagne halfway through is hardly a good habit.
Fu Qian shook his head inwardly and initiated the Return Edict once again.
With this boost, the abnormal changes on the face ceased to spread and even began to dissipate in the reverse direction.
Quickly, a head resembling an ice sculpture yet radiating intense heat fully emerged from the flesh.
However, just as an attempt was made to continue sketching downward, the body, which was as malleable as mud, actually began to tremble.
It had reached its limit.
Feeling the wails of agony from the total collapse of flesh, Fu Qian took a step forward, extending his hand towards the head.
"What are you doing?"
Li Min, who was still in a state of confusion within Nirvana, and Rachel who was clearly startled.
Although she did not fully understand what was happening, upon seeing a glimmer of hope for the first time...
In her desperation, she even forgot Li Min’s previous warning and rushed forward to stop Fu Qian.
However, her shout still echoed in the cave when her neck was already seized by a hand.
And the mental shock she exerted with all her might seemed to leave the other party completely unfazed.
In her moment of despair, through her gradually blurring vision, Rachel watched as the other party grabbed the head and, like plucking a radish, yanked it out.
The next moment he brought his hand back, pressing the head onto his own body without hesitation.
...
"How does it feel?"
A moment later, Fu Qian looked at the body that was slowly recovering from convulsions and asked casually.
"Why would you do this?"
The warmth seemed to have been sucked from her entire body, yet her will burned like an undying flame. Rachel struggled to lift her head, asking the incomprehensible question.
"Don’t interrupt."
Unfortunately, Fu Qian did not pay her any mind, instead looking over at his shoulder.
"Thank you."
Confused, a voice indeed came from there.
Rachel was struck as if by lightning, quickly lowering her head to look.
Her entire arm was completely unresponsive, and an ice sculpture-like head was embedded in the flesh there, with less than half of it visible.
Li Min...
Even so, she still recognized her good friend.
"Although I can’t understand some of the changes, it’s clear that I don’t have to worry about my body collapsing for the time being."
Amidst the immense shock, the head expressed its thanks very seriously.
"It’s no trouble, this is what you deserve."
But Fu Qian simply waved his hand, indicating that it was not something to dwell on.
Although the idea of grafting had been there from the start, the fact that she could remain this lucid was somewhat comforting.
"What I’m more interested in, aside from the change in your own strength, is whether the Sea of Ashes has given you any different sensations after that transformation just now?"
"A special sensation from the Sea of Ashes?"
Li Min repeated, somewhat puzzled.
"Sorry, I can’t feel anything at the moment, wait a second—"
The next moment she seemed to try to look outside, but was clearly powerless due to the limitations of her body structure.
"Has the rain... stopped?"