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's suggestion was flawless. Selana nodded without expressing any objections.


During their conversation, more than one passerby had walked past them, yet no one paid any attention to their startling appearance.


This essentially meant that they were invisible to these people, free to go wherever they wished without any hindrance.


With such an advantage, naturally, they aimed straight for the heart of the matter.


Out of respect for the Ancestor, however, when Selana reached the grand doors of the church, she straightened herself up just like the believers coming and going.


"Their eyes look quite normal. Are you sure they are also from the Bloodline Clan?"


That's when Fu Qian curiously surveyed their surroundings.


Selana clearly understood Fu Qian's implication. None of these people had blood-colored pupils, looking no different from ordinary humans; it indeed aroused some confusion.


"But there's no mistake about the emblem."


Chapter 917: The First Angel Envoy