Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 2058: Chapter 2053: The Rod of the Sovereign

Old acquaintance...

Isn’t your way of saying things a bit lacking in humility?

Though she understood the bookstore owner’s implication that their feud ran deep, Selana couldn’t help but secretly mock.

It’s not surprising for someone like you to offend all sorts of characters, but after all, you’re only a Demigod; treating peers on equal footing is a bit much, don’t you think?

Surely, you’re not an Ancient Deity returned?

"Speaking of this, there’s one thing I’ve always been curious about."

As she carefully hid her emotions, Fu Qian thought of something and spoke first.

"Given clans like Gulad that have such deep-rooted legacies, or even old veterans like Ember, one would expect them to understand the Mythic Era Divine Beings fairly well. Why do they appear to know so little?"

Capturing Selana’s attention, Fu Qian quickly raised a long-standing doubt.

Veteran... That guy just died at your hands not long ago. Does Yuan Shan know you’re calling him this?

"Indeed, not much."

Her thoughts nearly spiraling out of control again, Selana fortunately captured the moment, candidly admitting the shortcoming Fu Qian pointed out.

"You’re right, Gulad has a longer heritage, though enduring through that Long Night wasn’t easy either.

"As for why there’s little understanding of the Ancient Supremes, it’s simple: during the Long Night, Supremes not only lost their responses, but also experienced more changes—

"For instance, emblems and honorable titles suffered incredible distortions, affecting even the Supernatural Level mysteries."

...

"I see."

Just as noticed over this period of contact, the Bloodline Clan, though wealthy, seemed equally ignorant regarding Divine knowledge.

Exchange fosters progress; within Selana’s few words, Fu Qian felt an awakening, suddenly finding many matters easier to comprehend.

At that time, not only had the Supremes gone silent, but the symbols of their strength were also transforming?

The end result being that after the Long Night, there occurred a near-gap of lost understanding.

Coupled with some deliberate guidance, "The love story between the blue-chested warrior and the War God’s wife" emerged as such a timeless tale.

As for whether Selana might be bluffing? Fu Qian found the probability small.

On one hand, though experienced, the counterpart didn’t seem morally deficient like him; on the other, he even witnessed evidence of similar matters—

Akons, Skona.

In that place blocking the God’s Burial Ground and the Mental World, a kind old lady once softly chanted a different name.

And she truly received gifts from this abnormal Deity’s name...

Now it seems, this peculiar contrast might have an explanation.

Whether forcibly distorted, or actively doing so to evade the shock of the Long Night, is still uncertain.

"Thanks for sharing. As for why the Dark Moon in the sky is associated with the Death Overlord, I can only say it involves certain secrets, confirmed step-by-step."

Given this, Fu Qian wasn’t stingy.

"Additionally, I can share something Yuan Shan doesn’t know yet: recently, there have indeed been mysterious Transcendents walking with Dark Moon as their faith, claiming to be the revived Ancient Bloodline."

"Ah—but the underlying power might not be Dark Moon, but related to the Death Overlord?"

Didn’t expect such secrets; Selana’s expression shifted multiple times and she quickly realized something.

"Seems like."

Affirmed her idea, though Fu Qian’s reply remained cautious.

Regarding this lady, though she might have complex feelings about him, Fu Qian held no distinct views, refraining from pointless misleading.

But as the Blessed One he personally chose, there are things she still needs to "know."

The deeper truths, however, may not be something Selana can handle—or believe right now.

"Sounds like the situation in Shangjing is far from simple..."

As expected, even this level of truth seemed hard for Selana to fully accept, showing notable restraint in her soliloquy.

"Speaking of which, I’ve actually made a bit of progress on my end too."

In reciprocation, the next moment she unexpectedly shared an additional finding.

"Regarding those fleeing worms, I’ve actually just received a hint and am preparing to set out for a look...if not for this commotion."

...

Who says Lady Selana isn’t scheming? Sharing some more would likely lead her to withhold either way.

"Very well, go on then."

At that moment, Fu Qian praised internally and decisively encouraged.

It’s no surprise Selana chased the intel first; the target was larger and clearer, and Gulad’s influence wasn’t something those scattered forces could compare.

For Ji Yin and the others wanting to investigate someone, they’d first need to find a trade partner.

"What about Shangjing then..."

Fu Qian’s decisiveness left Selana slightly hesitant.

"No worries, Night Watchman knows."

Without fuss, Fu Qian waved a hand, gesturing towards the gradually dissipating rusty hue.

"You’re right, no need for extra concern... I will discreetly follow the lead over there, not disturbing them for now."

Quickly persuaded, Selana promptly decided to embark again.

Good, trust they will be discreet too.

Fu Qian merely added a mental note.

Selana didn’t realize her courteous treatment would return even more polite responses.

The Greedy Worms are also searching for a Blessed female Demigod.

As for the risk of both sides exposing themselves? It’s a time to test the piety of the Greedy Worms.

Abandonment King title, Selana had long heard from Tyler; even hearing it again, she saw them only as pathetic creatures under "Death Overlord’s" control.

Among all this, the one suspicious point would be the Greedy Worms witnessing the Blessed female Demigod’s anointment, coincidentally visiting him the same day.

But the Greedy Worms may not rank high, yet they were seasoned in worldly society.

In light of just suffering a major loss, communicating with them at such depth and detail remains relatively difficult.

Selana’s efforts would only make the Greedy Worms crave guidance in a more delicate setting.

She will be the "Death Overlord’s" whip.

...

All in all, the arrangements here are about concluded.

Watching Selana leave, Fu Qian finally stood to stretch.

Just now was no idle talk; now that plans here were briefly set, he, too, was bound for a trip.

As to where—

Furnace, or perhaps Angel of Comfort?

Silently mouthing, Fu Qian reminisced about a place he visited long ago.