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

In the room, Liang Yuntian was clearly shocked by Fu Qian's actions.


He had seen self-harm before, but never anything so severe.


And within his incredulous gaze, Fu Qian actually showed a smile.


In his perception, the terrifying acute pain lasted only a moment before it vanished completely.


What came instead was an indescribable sense of relief.


Fu Qian was very sure that this wasn't what death felt like.


The next moment, his vision dramatically narrowed; everything rapidly receded until it disappeared into a point.


An ethereal sigh sounded, seeming as if it were right beside his ear.


When his vision returned, Fu Qian found himself in a long hallway, facing a tall figure.


Behind the figure was a red-brown door on the wall, covered top to bottom in mystical patterns.


The door was already open, revealing an almost tangible darkness, within which nothing could be seen.


Chapter 220: Worm of Erosion (10)_1