Chapter 1191: Chapter 1189: Drawing Blood
Is this a live performance of the legendary Nirvana?
With a burst of speed, Fu Qian suddenly shifted sideways, dodging more incoming rays, his gaze focused on the skeleton that had folded into a ball.
Although the body structure was different, it was indeed in the same posture as the juvenile.
What was even more miraculous was that, in the next moment, flesh really seemed to filtrate out from the lake, rapidly filling in the white skeleton.
Is this for real?
However, compared to the legendary rebirth from the ashes, the style seemed excessively grotesque!
A Flesh Phoenix?
Wait a minute... something’s not right!
Fu Qian, who had been watching the transformation intently, suddenly increased his speed again, creating distance.
The reason was simple: he felt he might not see the phoenix attain Nirvana.
As the flesh replenished, that body was becoming rapidly unstable.
The most direct manifestation was the body’s contour becoming distorted, and the subsequent growth of flesh was already illogical.
In the blink of an eye, although it was still embracing itself like an egg, it could not even maintain an oval shape.
Despite this, gold and red feathers, like flames, continued to grow on it.
But not only was it utterly devoid of aesthetic, the chaotic mix and violation of intuition were almost like a clump of mud rolling in a chicken nest.
Boom!
And just as Fu Qian dodged various rays and successfully created distance, a shockwave ensued.
This time there was a real sound, and amid the dull noises, that chaotic existence directly shattered, the bones obliterated, exploded into fine powder.
The tremendous shockwaves contained within it, even with the distance Fu Qian had created, made it hard for him to keep stable under the impact.
Being any closer would probably mean suffering the tearing apart by those fine powders.
However, this was just the first sound.
Within the field of vision, one skeleton after another, after the depletion of flesh, curled up successively.
And at a glance, none of them truly succeeded in achieving Nirvana.
"What a grand spectacle."
Fu Qian remarked in admiration but had no interest in waiting any longer.
Mainly because these groups of flesh phoenixes were all too versed in the tactics of a war of attrition; the Nirvana was happening one after another.
A simple estimate was enough to know that by the time they all exploded, he would likely be in a similar pitiful state.
It’s somewhat necessary to pull chestnuts out of the fire.
The moment he made up his mind, Fu Qian had already locked onto the juvenile amidst the chaos.
The latter demonstrated considerable tenacity, specifically, it wasn’t completely blown to pieces and was even rapidly regenerating supported by the metallic-colored blood.
It has to be said, compared to others, this one did indeed seem more like it was undergoing Nirvana.
But that’s about it.
The next moment, Fu Qian’s somewhat deformed body underwent another transformation in accordance with his will, shifting towards the most suitable posture for movement in water.
But he did not head straight toward the target, instead, he rapidly designed a route based on the sequence of skeletons turning into eggs in his mind.
...
These creatures clearly have a high ranking, but they genuinely don’t seem to have any sense.
Soon, Fu Qian approached the target with movements similar to dodging balls.
From this angle, it could be seen that the shattered egg in the arms of the juvenile displayed an astonishing strength, not showing the slightest damage despite continual impacts.
And just as resilient as it, were the originally cheerful swarms of insects.
These flesh-eating bugs undoubtedly faced the most direct impact in this drastic transformation.
Manifesting as being blown apart and torn into pieces.
Among them were no lack of those that had previously given Fu Qian a special feeling.
It’s unknown what reaction the Night Watchman would have if the guess was true, upon receiving such intense alerts.
Anyway, the insects’ bodies weren’t as robust, unable to withstand the impact of Nirvana, but relying on their large numbers, they still maintained an active atmosphere, even accompanying near Fu Qian.
Fu Qian, who had already shed countless layers of skin, naturally didn’t mind, seizing the opportunity, he reached straight for the egg.
Wait a minute...
However, just a moment before touching the eggshell, Fu Qian’s figure moved again, avoiding a swarm of insects swept along by the impact.
In the next moment, one of the insects in that group suddenly expanded rapidly, pulling out hundreds, even thousands of threads even longer than its body, and wrapped around like lightning.
This kind of sudden occurrence was truly hard to predict; however, having moved away in advance, Fu Qian’s figure moved again and finally narrowly missed it.
...
What’s called professionalism!
Fu Qian, who narrowly dodged the attack, sneered inwardly, the hand he reached out swelled slightly and he already had the egg in his grasp.
It turns out that guessing the Night Watchman’s prepared tactics wasn’t just overthinking.
Suddenly feeling something was wrong due to another group of insects that surged towards him under the impact, one among them strikingly different from the others.
Similarly shaped, it had obviously undergone quite clever camouflage; if it weren’t for activating Pseudo-Divine Being, it would have been difficult to notice.
But just now, Fu Qian distinctly perceived that, even compared to those which likely had an alert function, this thing was fundamentally different.
This discovery made him still choose to dodge, in a situation where alerts were already irrelevant.
It turns out that some people had not only set up an alert, but even directly laid a trap here.
Right next to where he was looking for this object.
At this moment, the failed predator insect still brandished its teeth and claws, attempting to trap him.
But it’s visible that on its other end, it deeply penetrated downwards, inserting into a lakebed resembling a creation of flesh, securing it within a range.
If he hadn’t dodged that pounce just now, he would probably be fixed there along with it, waiting for what is likely the Night Watchman’s arrival.
And although this insect’s Ranking isn’t high, it gives a quite peculiar feeling, at least in Fu Qian’s view, most Demigods would need time to break free once trapped by it.
Of course, that has nothing to do with him now.
With the aid of steadfast strategy and acute Insight, although he didn’t find any trace of the Prism of Radiant Transformation, he managed to escape the Night Watchman’s trap at the expense of 10 SAN Points.
Now...
Fu Qian looked down at his hand.
The egg was much lighter than he had imagined, and as he took it, some special balance seemed to be broken.
The struggling young phoenix seemingly cut off its last trace of life and rapidly decayed.
And the metallic colored blood tendrils woven together also gradually converged and returned inside the eggshell.
"Not bad, comes with its own container."
Craddling his find in his hand, Fu Qian felt deeply satisfied with this outcome.
The explosive sounds continued by his ears, yet he did not linger any longer, swiftly ascending.
When he finally emerged from the lake, he could see that under the continuous impacts, the lake surface was already far from calm as before.
However, the Thorn Gate still stood there silently.
Fu Qian didn’t hesitate, directly leapt to the gate, and stepped through.