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

Sitting in the cocoon and observing the heavens above, the brilliance of its majesty remains undiminished.


Although the moon in the sky is not dim, Fu Qian stands with his hands clasped behind his back, gazing at the stars. In Yack's eyes, this scene unexpectedly became something difficult to question aloud.


"A personified divine being symbolizing the Dark Moon?"


After a round of psychological adjustment, Yack finally managed to stabilize his emotions and asked.


"I know what you're trying to say. For beings like you, this is almost synonymous with corruption, isn't it?"


"A persona is so unstable, so hard to define, so lacking in transcendence. It will never be as orderly and correct as divine decrees. It is destined to represent confinement and chaos."


Yack clearly hadn't anticipated such sincerity in Fu Qian's response. For a while, he remained silent.


But this action equally exposed that this indeed aligned with his inner thoughts.


Chapter 1287: Loss of Image (31)