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

So, how exactly do those people in The Sect gain enlightenment from this?


Ever since coming here, it's the first time I've properly stargazed.


At first glance, there doesn't seem to be anything particularly special, not even the moon is all that different.


Under the night sky, Fu Qian silently offered his critique.


Metaphors, trajectories, rise and fall... It's hard to imagine how those intricate patterns and designs were derived from this relatively limited set of elements.


After observing for five minutes myself, I've visualized the star map several times in my mind, but to no avail.


Letting out a long sigh and deeply feeling his lack of diviner talent, Fu Qian finally gave up and sank back into his seat.


Behind him was a variety of alcoholic beverages. When Mr. Winslow left, he gestured that Fu Qian could help himself, but Fu Qian had no intention of touching any of them—for a simple reason—


Chapter 1262: Loss of Image (6)