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

Fu Qian understood why the Witch had reacted that way upon seeing the Pustule Stone.


She had long known the fate of this world and had no desire to intervene.


"Speaking of which, why are you here? And imprisoned in the deepest part of the jail?"


Fu Qian recalled a question he had had before.


"When I was born, the world was already a chaotic wasteland—thoroughly uninteresting."


"I wandered for many years and eventually found a trace of my mother's scent here, as well as a group of survivors."


"They were weak, but at least they could communicate."


"Of course, they were somewhat fearful of me."


"So, did you meet the creator of this painting?"


"Although some powerful people existed here back then, none possessed such ability."


"After some interaction, I realized they did not welcome me, so I pretended to be captured and let them seal me below."


Chapter 150: Chaos (End)_1