Facing an Ancient God for a Year - Chapter 1299: 1297: Gazing into the Leap

Chapter 1299: Chapter 1297: Gazing into the Leap

Hi!

Fu Qian offered a graceful greeting, maintaining his persona, even as he apologized for the abrupt intrusion.

Unfortunately, given his current appearance, the goodwill didn’t seem to land well.

“Who’s there?!”

After the initial shock wore off, the disturbed individual reacted with extreme intensity, immediately turning around and grabbing an oddly shaped brass firearm, aiming it directly at him.

“Relax. If you don’t sleep well at night, you might catch a glimpse of something unclean, that’s all.”

Fu Qian offered nonchalant reassurance, unbothered by the hostility.

We members of the Bloodline Clan are reasonable, after all. First, this small house’s door was shut tightly—I was the one who trespassed.

Second, the disturbed individual clearly had something peculiar going on as well.

The black robe that should’ve been worn was hung to the side, leaving this woman who gazed at the stars entirely bare, her unvarnished sincerity practically palpable.

Under such circumstances, it was quite understandable to react strongly when surprised.

Of course, strictly speaking, she wasn’t completely naked—at the very least, she still had the ornate mantle uniquely belonging to The Sect draped over her shoulders.

Boom!

Regrettably, she neither appreciated Fu Qian’s understanding nor spared him more time for gentle reassurance.

Accompanied by a dull roaring sound, dazzling blue flames engulfed Fu Qian’s surroundings twice over.

By the time the smoke and fire dispersed, there was no trace of swirling blood mist left in the narrow, secluded chamber.

…

This was almost too wondrous.

Looking at the elderly man with wide, tiger-eyed fury before him, Fu Qian sighed inwardly, validating his earlier conjecture.

The elderly man wasn’t dressed inappropriately, nor did he let out a sharp scream—but those weren’t the critical factors.

The attack just now, naturally, hadn’t harmed Fu Qian in the slightest. For in that instant, he’d already traversed here through his unique abilities.

Ever since initiating Blood Conquest, Fu Qian had entered this peculiar state.

Though he couldn’t view everything as if walking in an unseen dimension like before, he had been granted another mode of movement—discontinuous flickering, akin to leaping through fragmented spaces.

The leaps weren’t entirely at his whim, however, as they adhered to strange route restrictions.

At this very moment, Fu Qian finally confirmed the reason for those restrictions—visual perception.

The earlier exchange with the female cleric wasn’t mere nonsense.

Not sleeping properly at night surely includes keeping one’s eyes open, and both recent leaps had landed him directly within the gaze of observers.

Visual-based jumps? Unable to reach places unseen by others?

One had to admit—it stretched the imagination.

If true, the underlying logic inevitably provoked deeper reflection.

Ninety-nine percent likelihood—the transformation in Blood Conquest’s effect emanated from the omnipresent Stars’ Laws.

An originally unassuming skill, when transformed, took on a starkly opposite outcome—forces Fu Qian to stand out in the open.

Leytin doesn’t tolerate such low-profile individuals? Why?

While marveling at how out-of-place his demeanor was in this locale, Fu Qian activated another jump.

In the instant he vanished, a solidified shadow engulfed the entire room, seemingly turning it into a massive amber gem.

The elderly man clearly epitomized the concept of ruthlessness—silent and resolute—as he readied his ultimate strike.

But alas, Fu Qian had already reappeared in a room two doors away and continued leaping onward.

“How could it be… an illusion?”

After sustaining the amber-like state for a moment longer, the elderly man dissipated it with controlled effort.

Listening intently afterward, he discerned no abnormal sounds nearby, and finally stood up, muttering in bafflement to himself.

…

In a sense, it was indeed a fine skill—low-key yet conspicuous—a perfect fit for the style of Yack’s lineage.

With successive flickers, Fu Qian had already departed from the heavily guarded cathedral, materializing at a corner of the street.

To his relief, at his final leaping point, a passionate couple entwined in the shadows were so lost in their embrace they didn’t even register witnessing anything unusual.

Though his sequence of leaps carried an air of elegance, the spatial limitations were quite evident—giving him an almost hopscotch-like experience en route.

Ultimately, a significant number of The Sect’s members had been forced to catch sight of Fu Qian’s muted figure.

This sudden greeting, combined with his prior actions, would undoubtedly make Orintel’s intelligence on the Bloodline Clan far more notable.

And with The Sect’s outrage, tonight’s Bloodline Clan gathering was bound to grow even livelier.

Indeed, Fu Qian didn’t believe the proud Children of the Stars would alter the gathering’s location out of sheer vigilance.

On the contrary, to avoid any perception of evasion, attendance might even surpass Yack’s usual rallying power.

Th𝘪𝓈 𝓬h𝑎p𝕥ҽr ḭѕ p𝐨𝕤𝗍𝑒𝘥 b𝕪 Ⱪḭ†𝗲𝓃0ѵє𝗹

All in all, aside from gains like Dimensional Poison and Xin Yan, the entire Supernatural Realm of Leytin was sure to grow more tumultuous from these actions.

Is this what it feels like to hype up an entire stage?

Concealing the blood mist around him, Fu Qian cast one last glance at the grand cathedral before swaggering away.

…

Bleak prospects.

By the time Fu Qian returned to his quarters through the window, it was already the dark hour before dawn.

Skipping the pretense of climbing into bed for sleep, he procured fine wine, placing it beside his damaged pocket watch, then sank into contemplation.

Theoretically, tonight wasn’t fruitless.

Not only did he manage to rope in two major Transcendent factions, but he also engaged the Stars’ Laws up close twice, probing some of its depths.

However, whether it was The Sect or the Children of the Stars, their reactions clearly showcased that they had no knowledge of the Dark Moon Sect and hadn’t delved into the World Within the Painting.

The Pontiff remained elusive, confirming the worst-case scenario once again.

Moreover, this had to some degree validated the superior status of fundamental forces in this world.

So far, it was still a Nightmare, based solely on his guesses stemming from the pocket watch, lacking strong evidence.

To be fair, Yack’s tampering had verified that the twisted effect of the Brilliant Tyrant worked against the Stars’ Laws.

If no alternative breakthrough could be found, perhaps this could serve as a final, brute-force resolution.

Yet the stability the Stars’ Laws exhibited during the confrontation made it challenging to remain optimistic about this method’s efficiency.

He might eventually destroy everything, but the Witch might not have the time to wait.

Next, one could anticipate tonight’s Bloodline Clan gathering and, on another front, hope that Amila’s report would bring something new and surprising from The Sect.

Stowing his items away, Fu Qian imitated The Sect members’ star-gazing posture, awaiting sunrise.

Dong dong!

But patience isn’t everyone’s strong suit.

Not even ten minutes had passed before knocking sounded from the floor below.