Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 1938: Chapter 1933: Echo of the Long Night

In the shattered God’s Burial Ground, could the occasionally surging tides be related to the Long Night from a thousand years ago?

Considering the many deities that fell during that period, it wasn’t too surprising to Fu Qian.

The strange thing now was that, despite his ranking being higher, his perception of the tides Su Gao described was very faint.

Was it really that sensitive, or was there a special reason?

Originally, the pursuit was to catch a glimpse of millennia-old secrets.

And the reason for not stopping Su Gao’s final adventure was partially out of respect for her principles, and partially due to her unique physique.

The echoes in the Long Night might have special benefits.

Of course, it would also be a perfect subject of observation, aiding in understanding the truth within the Long Night.

Indeed, Su Gao’s volunteer role continued.

However, the striking contrast was still somewhat unexpected.

The chaos Su Gao mentioned was something Fu Qian could sense.

This night was far from as peaceful and tranquil as it appeared; even though the scenes in a child’s dream might seem extravagant, the unfriendliness level here was clearly much higher.

Take the simplest example: in just a moment of sitting here, Fu Qian had already discovered more than one "fragment" of the night sky.

Of course, they didn’t actually shatter into pieces, but the stars in different areas seemed to follow entirely different rules of movement.

Everything was in chaos.

To put it metaphorically, it was like a tank of water filled with floating ice being stirred; though it appeared still transparent, the blocks of ice had long cut through the surface and were each spinning on their own.

If an astrologer were present, they probably wouldn’t last three seconds before coughing up blood and dying.

By comparison, the description of the "tides" seemed more abstract—yet they seemed to truly exist.

At this moment, the cracks originating from Su Gao’s palm were spreading at an alarming speed, more fragmented and chaotic than ever.

The previous metaphor of floating ice was instantly perfectly illustrated on her.

Fragments of fine white porcelain on her surface collided and rotated, gathering into vortices, as if resisting the battering tides.

Not only that, pain, misalignment, fragility... Fu Qian was far from an abstract artist, but at that moment, he still interpreted many negative concepts from this rhythm.

Not only did she experience more than he did, but she was also enduring much more.

Even these agitating fragments continued to push her body towards complete collapse, such as her eyes.

Su Gao’s posture of gazing downward remained unchanged, yet Fu Qian could already see drops of blood falling into her palm.

"I seem to see more."

But Fu Qian still didn’t attempt to help.

Su Gao did indeed bring him new insights, yet at the same time, her gains seemed more than just that.

Under the physical mutation, she entered a kind of special tranquility, discernible from the already somewhat unusual tone of her voice.

"Describe it."

Fu Qian casually prompted, just as he had earlier requested of the volunteer.

...

"Everywhere, the storm tides permeate all places, I can hear numerous harmonies..."

"Stars, spirit, abyss, various incredible realms... nothing can escape, nothing won’t shatter..."

And Su Gao was always so cooperative, even as she spoke somberly, she raised another hand already drenched in blood to clasp with her fractured appendages.

"This is true Doomsday, but all wills are struggling... I think this is why the Long Night will still pass..."

Feeling this obviously brought considerable pain to her, her final words trembled slightly.

You too.

Transcribing each word, Fu Qian silently said in his heart as he gazed at the red and white interlaced hands.

It wasn’t just shattering; this body too was stubbornly struggling.

A small but tenacious will was striving to pull together the chaotic porcelain fragments, trying to imbue them with a trace of order, to maintain a sense of self amidst the shattering.

But as the cracks fully spread, there was no longer a complete spot on the body to serve as an anchor, making such persistence increasingly difficult.

Blood not only stained the porcelain but had already begun to fail to contain the flow from her palm.

Su Gao remained still but also silent, causing one to wonder if she was even capable of speech.

Even to Fu Qian, although she was speaking just now, it was uncertain if she could still perceive her surroundings amid the chaos.

"I’m not sure if this will help."

The next moment, Fu Qian finally responded.

Stepping forward once more, he supported the two clasped hands while holding a white ring.

The White Ring, a reward from a mission related to the individual in front of him.

Compared to Su Gao of now, the ranking was undoubtedly much lesser, but the benefit was its intactness.

If worn, perhaps it could provide a small artificial anchor point for maintaining her sense of self?

Though a minor issue was, the size of the White Ring was according to his hand.

Fu Qian gauged it, then deftly slipped it onto her white porcelain thumb.

...

"Thank you... I feel much better."

The effect seemed instantaneous; still maintaining posture, Su Gao softly thanked.

And what she said seemed true.

With the not-so-high-ranking White Ring on her hand, her body’s persistence towards order indeed appeared to gain an anchor point.

From that thumb outward, the shattered porcelain fragments were being slowly pulled and arranged, making the ring seem like the Sea-Calming Divine Needle—but far from sufficient.

Facing the thanks, Fu Qian remained silent.

This Long Night seemed to hold some special targeting towards Su Gao, relying on a mere small tool to turn the tide felt overly naive.

Under the continuous assault, this weak anchor at most could leave a thumb relic for herself after the person was entirely shattered.

But this process was not without gains, even shattered to this extent and attempting to reorganize, the imagery from the doll he retrieved to dispel curses from the Burial Ground hadn’t reappeared—the numerous diverse small bodies, like mechanical components, forming a complete doll.

The fragments on Su Gao’s body remained just fragments, showing no sign of transforming into such twisted things.

These two similar-looking creations seemed to have essential differences.

This conclusion was a remarkable gain from this journey.

Of course, it wasn’t the last gain; besides the White Ring, there were plenty more tools.

[SAN Points –10]

Fu Qian directly activated Pseudo-Divine Being, simultaneously grasping the Void, and the next moment he was wielding an elegant, slender longsword.

Ah, Sword Lacking Three, you have always been with me...

"Mr. Fu, can you still hear my voice?"

As Fu Qian recited in his heart, Su Gao, having not received a response for a long time, asked in a voice nearly too faint to hear.