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 had never been blindly optimistic, and after realizing the colors before him were changing again, he quickly glanced at his own reflection to note the position and size of the fluorescent light.


At the next moment, he picked up the kitten Henry and sat back down, turning Oliver over so he was facing up.


If this was another color transition, he wanted to see what this person would turn into.


Now, it was already very clear around him: the red was fading fast, replaced by a bright, searing white light like the dawn of early morning.


However, the development of events was not as ideal as imagined; as time passed, the intensity of the white light became extravagantly strong, soon filling the entire field of vision, leaving no visibility.


The moment he completely lost his vision, Fu Qian didn't hesitate to kick out.


A few seconds later, the white light gradually receded, and Fu Qian's vision slowly returned.


Chapter 943: Prism (16)