Journey to the West's Revolver

Fu Qian gracefully removed his skull, as if a gentleman were taking off his hat to pay respects.
…
Everything began with a transcended-dimension invitation.
It's a story of a high-quality Thug turning the impossible into the possible.
Of course, on that day, the great being behind the invitation was still unaware of what it had done.

Facing an Ancient God for a Year

It turned out that overly ambitious wishes were unrealistic.


Although someone did come knocking on the door the next morning, it wasn't the person he was hoping to see.


The female priestess who had guided him during the competition bowed deeply at the door, dressed immaculately.


"I am your guide for today. If you'd like to take a tour around the island, I can accompany you throughout."


Fu Qian looked at the face of the female priestess, which had returned to its divine grace.


She had been terribly frightened towards the end of the previous day, but after a night of psychological rebuilding, she had surprisingly recovered.


The competition was still scheduled for the evening, so he indeed had plenty of time during the day to wander around this so-called den of decadence.


Chapter 85: King of the White Tower (Part 7)_1