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

Indeed, life is finite, while knowledge is infinite.


Although the confrontation with the Sun, coupled with the recent hunger warp, had drastically reduced the Blood Bar, Fu Qian was very certain that his mental state was in excellent condition and would not lose control in such a situation.


However, the Clear Dream Ring from a moment ago had shattered without a trace, more so than even soap bubbles.


It was as if there was a Rule here, dictating that dreams could last at most one minute.


Accurate and strict, yet natural to the extent that even a Second Phase would find it hard to notice.


Upon careful appreciation, choosing not to forcibly manipulate was the right decision; this place is indeed far from simple.


"So, do you have more detailed information about me?"


As numerous thoughts flashed by, Fu Qian's hand shimmered with the Clear Dream Ring once again.


It seemed there was no limit to the number of uses; the seemingly stable dream once again unfolded.


Chapter 1230: Strange City