Chapter 637: Chapter 637 Intoxication_1 Chapter 637: Chapter 637 Intoxication_1 Without a doubt, Fu Qian’s thinking was once again unconventional.
Beneath his question, Yuan Shan and Ember both fell silent.
In fact, had it been any other time, Yuan Shan would have probably shouted out already, but given the series of blows she had received, her tolerance had clearly increased quite a bit at the moment.
As for Ember, after some consideration, he still chose to answer Fu Qian’s question.
“I apologize, Mr. Fang, but the Progenitor’s revelations are the Bloodline Clan’s most important secrets, which I can’t share with you.”
“Understandable, I was just confirming something. The revelation from your Progenitor isn’t ‘Come to mother,’ is it?”
…
The moment Fu Qian’s words were spoken, time seemed to stand still.
In the suddenly frosty gaze, Ember took another deep breath, and circles of eerie patterns emerged from the flowing sheen of bloodlight.
The oppressive force surged abruptly, the overall convergence of those patterns giving one an extremely bizarre feeling, wildly chaotic yet filled with a strong essence of life.
The so-called complete Mythical Form, perhaps? Was the previous blood-stained appearance to avoid agitating everyone around?
Faced with this scene, Fu Qian secretly speculated.
However, even with such a dangerous possibility determined, he still did not retreat, even widening his eyes to observe carefully, as if afraid of missing any detail.
After staring for several seconds, no prompt appeared by his ear indicating a loss of SAN Points.
Amazing! Is it because of my solidified profession?
Fu Qian naturally considered a possibility.
It doesn’t seem that simple. Even if solidified, I’m still essentially in the Demigod category. In previous tasks, SAN Points were lost when they should have been.
Directly gazing at a nearly Divine Being’s Mythical Form from this distance, logically, shouldn’t be this stable.
Fu Qian contemplated thoughtfully.
“Mr. Fang, it’s unfortunate to tell you that from now on, you are an enemy of the Bloodline Clan.”
The next instant, Ember’s voice, filled with murderous intent, rang out.
“Any act of blasphemy against the Progenitor is unforgivable.”
“I believe that even the Night Watchman would not deny this.”
The last sentence was directed at Yuan Shan.
“Got it, so it’s not.”
Facing the death threat from a Divine Envoy, Fu Qian showed no consciousness of his impending doom, still seriously analyzing the situation.
The reason he asked that question was not without cause–Ember did not hear the Progenitor say that phrase, but he did.
That’s right, since the moment the moonlight boiled, Fu Qian heard it.
It was a sweet, gentle, and extremely enchanting voice, yet it carried a sense of palpable despair.
Layer upon layer, it seemed to bypass consciousness, directly stirring information at the spiritual level.
“… Child… kind child, come to mother…”
“… Breathe deeply of blood’s essence… do not be intoxicated by lies… child…”
This whisper was ethereal and illusory, yet irresistible, as if a being of extremely high rank was watching over him in a special way.
This feeling, Fu Qian had also experienced before.
But what he found odd was something else–why hadn’t he lost any SAN Points from it?
And now, Ember was revealing his Mythical Form in the same manner.
If all of this was a manifestation of the Progenitor of the Bloodline Clan’s will, it seemed to be too friendly towards him, didn’t it?
Besides, this wasn’t the only thing he gained.
When he posed that question earlier, Fu Qian was actually observing everyone else at nearly the same time.
And from their reactions, it was clear they were all completely puzzled.
A voice only he could hear, without even a hint of malice.
It must be said, quite thought-provoking.
Accumulating good deeds on regular days, so as to be this popular?
That person even calls oneself “child”.
Life is indeed full of surprises.
Along the way, it seemed like Ember’s protagonist script.
An old horse at the trough, dedicated with an unparalleled focus, eventually, heaven rewarded the diligent, successfully utilizing the special elixir to usher the true night within night, thus gaining the attention of the Progenitor.
But in the end, the attention was diverted onto oneself?
The key is that what I heard was clearly different from that person, and it’s difficult to explain it away as merely due to a high Inspiration.
…
“Are you overthinking it? It doesn’t seem like the time to discuss what comes after tonight.”
Yuan Shan too found Fu Qian’s behavior odd, but clearly that was not her focus at the moment.
“Overthinking, you say?”
Ember laughed low again, but it was no longer as cheerful as before.
“I believe Gulad has done his utmost to abide by your rigid rules,”
“Even granting respect to these lewd, insignificant creatures.”
“But you must understand, the millennia-long yearning has never truly been extinguished.”
As he spoke, Ember’s massive form slowly rose to his feet.
And with his movement, a pair of deformed arms behind him began to flail wildly and swiftly morphed into chaotic branches.
The sensation of heat grew more intense.
Under Ember’s wrath, it seemed he completely released the suppression of his power, and under that mysterious connection, it was as though the actual Red Moon had descended to earth.
Is this the power of a Divine Envoy? Although it still falls short of Ariel’s transformation into light, it is nonetheless astonishing.
Fu Qian quietly felt the changes around him.
To him, under the Red Moon’s cover, everything around seemed to be rapidly decaying.
It wasn’t decay or transformation into flesh-beings; this corruption felt more like the withering away of concepts themselves, like the concept of a candle burning, which once gone, left the candle no longer bright.
And in the entire house, besides a few Transcendents, everything else was decaying at this rapid pace.
Even Yuan Shan and Su Gao had to use energy to fight against this wash.
Meanwhile, Grantham was practically about to collapse on the ground.
This pressure, seemingly from a primal source, suppressed any thoughts of resistance within him.
“…come to mother… the scent of blood…”
In Fu Qian’s consciousness, that voice seemed even louder.
Whoosh!
Just then, a tumult arose from a corner shadow, and a humanoid form struggled out, knocking over a brown statue beside it.
This sudden change swiftly caught everyone’s attention, and under many gazes, the form quickly became clear.
Selana?
Fu Qian recognized the distinctive gray hair and red eyes at a glance and wasn’t surprised in the slightest.
With such commotion, it would be a wonder if she didn’t notice.
And given her character, not participating in the action but sneaking in to observe in secret was completely normal behavior for her.
Unfortunately, an aura nearly like the Progenitor’s descent is naturally oppressive to every member of the Bloodline Clan, even a Demigod isn’t exempt, and in a moment her concealment could no longer be maintained.
It’s clear to see, although not on the verge of collapsing like Grantham, the pressure she bore in this moment was quite extraordinary.
“Selana!”
And facing her appearance, Ember seemed unsurprised as well, merely letting out a long sigh.