Chapter 2699 - 2694: The Wind Stops
Chapter 2699: Chapter 2694: The Wind Stops
Come, let me witness the power of this oath, you rightful owner.
As a superior being of one hundred and twenty percent, do you still become someone else’s subordinate just for striking a pose?
For this question, Fu Qian can say he has never been so worried.
If it were that easy, the overall layout of the Bookstore World that he can see would likely be less clear than now.
Not to mention from the Crystal Apocalypse perspective at the time, the part representing the superior being still looked relatively pure.
Therefore, for Fu Qian, who originally came for the Dragon King, he worries more about posing with no effect.
One must know that Brother Apostle, no matter his expression, is essentially very cooperative.
If this ripple cannot be taken, he is afraid he won’t be able to help much more—wait, it seems it has been taken.
The same actions, the same vividness.
The Angel Envoy still did not turn around, but at a certain moment, Fu Qian seemed to feel the dignity of the Dragon King as a superior being that must not be underestimated.
It is by no means exaggeration; there is a clear demonstration right there.
The originally chaotic Soul Butterflies unexpectedly entered a tranquil state in an instant.
Specifically, they were no longer blown around, but gracefully reconstructed that vague Dragon’s Wing.
The core reason for this change was that the storm, which had raged for thousands of years, stopped in an instant.
...
Isn’t it a bit too majestic?
Relying on the insight of a scholar, Fu Qian easily discerned changes in some objective conditions.
And for him, it’s clearly not inclined to consider it a coincidence that the tidal storm happened to stop at this moment.
So could it be that the Dragon King’s might, even if it is barely surviving, still commands eternity to such an extent, even able to interrupt this power that devastates many superior beings?
Honestly, it’s a bit hard to believe; if the Dragon King truly had this ability, it wouldn’t have ended up in the current state—
So what does the Dragon King possess to achieve the current scenario?
"Does this prove I am more dragon than you?"
Trying one’s luck with anything—even a long shot—actually yielded gratifying results.
Fu Qian’s response to this was to analyze the gains quickly while taking advantage of the situation.
Even though Brother Apostle remained silent, with eyes observing the nose, and nose observing the heart, he took the initiative to speak.
"After all, objectively speaking, this change should have happened after I joined."
And with a rather contemptible demeanor, he reasonably and justifiably analyzed the rationale.
You...
As is often said, even the most devout faith can fade away, and Brother Apostle proved he was indeed paying attention here, finally couldn’t resist the urge to act roughly in this sacred moment.
Still maintaining that posture, but turning to stare at Fu Qian’s face, still resembled more of a reptile as a whole, it couldn’t hide the hatred within, as if it would pounce in the next moment—
"What day is it today?"
However, the actual commotion that occurred in the next moment, was even more impactful than if he had pounced directly.
A pair of golden eyes almost seemed to glow, and after Brother Apostle stared fiercely at Fu Qian for a breath, his malice unexpectedly vanished, and he asked a bizarre question.
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Oh?
Even one as knowledgeable as Professor Fu couldn’t help but marvel at the strangeness of the world.
So what does this question mean again? Forgot to check the almanac before leaving?
The key is that this expression change is so vivid in its portrayal, so infectious it makes one unlikely to suspect any deceit within.
"No, impossible... The time hasn’t arrived yet!"
Without even waiting for Fu Qian to respond, Brother Apostle continued excitedly, directly shouting another sentence.
The meaning was also very obvious; a certain date indeed held special significance, but he was very certain that day hadn’t come yet.
"So when exactly will it arrive?"
Understanding this point, Fu Qian naturally was unwilling to give up such an important piece of information and immediately inquired humbly—oh?
However, some things responded to him first, seemingly misunderstanding the meaning.
It seemed the Soul Butterflies quickly restoring order were a bit over the top at that moment.
Specifically, even those among the bloodstains were, as if divinely assisted, struggling out one by one.
And even stained wings didn’t hinder their actions; first quickly returning to the group, and even sketching a clearer outline in their flight—roar!
At a certain moment, Fu Qian seemed to hear a familiar roar.
The millennium period has arrived, the Dragon King has returned.
...
Indeed, what was seen at Dragon Peak was exactly this.
The roar might not shake the heavens and earth, but Fu Qian was quite certain it was close to what was heard in the Abandoned Prison last time.
And more wondrous yet were those Soul Butterflies.
All converged into the air, forming a contour of a fierce beast in motion, yet at a sudden moment they once again transformed, stopping in unison.
Though they ceased moving, they did not fall from the sky, instead were fixed directly there, as if regrown onto a vast body.
Connecting it with previous changes, was this process a reversal of some event that once occurred?
A Divine Body adorned only by surface scales, rapidly withered under some terrifying devastation, even splendid garments scattered to the winds.
And on this day, it reversed time and came, once more demonstrating the Divine Beings’ might.
"Dragon King..."
For Fu Qian, it seems he finally got his wish.
Feeling the all-encompassing malice, he too slowly chanted a title.
Brother Apostle had no reaction to this whatsoever.
From the moment the roar resounded, the latter was frozen like a log, ignoring minor details like the date.
"Sorry..."
But who is Expert Fu, having experienced the divided mouth trick more than once.
He did not mind losing the heckler, at that moment he sighed softly, and expressed disappointment towards the reappearing superior being.
"I still feel you aren’t as dragon."
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Mortal sin!
One must know that during the Mythic Era, the Dragon King was very sensitive about its true origins.
The intruder disturbing its slumber, possibly an enemy who struck a lethal blow in past special history, without a word touched on the sensitive topic of race.
Roar—
More than a provocation could describe it, yet another roar filled with bloodlust and frenzy, almost made one imagine giant claws descending from the sky—however, it seemed they didn’t descend.
Fu Qian did not move throughout, quietly experiencing the emotions conveyed through the roar, and eventually nodded.
"Indeed it’s me, do not doubt, do not rely on luck."
Pointing to the opponent, he soon made a solemn declaration.
"Return to me what you’ve taken, expel what you’ve consumed of mine."