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, watching Ah Wei turning translucent and obscure from hand to foot, unable to relate to himself anymore, let out a muted sigh from his chest and slightly bowed as a sign of respect.


With only half of his left arm remaining, he twisted his arm at a strange angle to reach into the severed neck, pulling out a head with blurred features, and casually made the sign of the cross.


Normally, he would let the head grow back on its own.


But this time, the consumption had been a bit too great, so he switched to manual mode instead.


"Fate and reincarnation, cause and effect, karma, I wish you an expedited revelation at Unseen Hillock, to achieve true fruition, so my efforts to enlighten you would not be in vain."


A faint thought appeared in his mind, clearly from Brother Ah Wei, who was nearly reduced to a silhouette.


Fu Qian sighed heavily, hands clasped behind him as he looked up to the sky.


Chapter 908: Rotten Flesh (End)