Staring directly at the ancient gods for a whole year

Ah, yes… that familiar scent.

Raising both hands, in a gesture that was both a stretch and an embrace of the sun, Fu Qian strolled leisurely through the restored fourth floor of the Sword Pavilion.

Not an illusion, every advanced collection of the Sword Inquiry Institute was perfectly intact, including the one that vaporized half his arm.

Fu Qian stopped before the familiar short sword, scrutinizing it.

Truth be told, its appearance was unremarkable compared to the others—even its essence.

Standing here now, it looked like an ordinary piece of iron, showing no trace of the god-slaying power from before.

Everything seemed like an illusion, provided you returned my hand.

Nothing to see here, Fu Qian retracted his gaze, examining his still bare elbow.

The Axe of Incense had already been casually tossed into the warehouse, so even his other hand was empty.

He remembered being treated as a VIP by the Sword Inquiry Institute in this very place, the temporary head of Tianqi ascending the tower for contemplation, wielding three swords with both hands and mouth, an invincible sight before his eyes.

Exile.

A method he had learned during his time in Akons, appearing before his eyes once again.

And it seemed that he had once again transformed into a bug trapped behind glass.

But unlike last time, it seemed that the other party was not trying to drive away the bug, but to kill it.

…

The scene that appeared after probing all the way through and ultimately wreaking havoc on the fourth floor of the Sword Pavilion provided a clear answer to his previous suspicions.

A power beyond common sense, one that should not exist within the Academy, and everything returning to its original state after going back and forth.

These two manifestations were too typical, almost identical to his experience in Akons.

The Spirit Ash Institute had indeed been tricked, or rather, the entire Academy might be affected, but they were simply the most obvious.

What a constant stream of incidents, such a treasure trove, it was truly unknown how the founders of the Academy chose this site back then.

In addition, Fu Qian was curious about one thing, what exactly was the purpose of that suspected Jade Soul Lord behind the scenes this time?

Seize the Academy and refine it in an instant? Just like in Akons?

Wasn't that a bit too aggressive, considering the dimensional gap?

At the time, Akons was, at the very least, an obviously abnormal mental world, while this place was a true gathering of extraordinary talents, the Transcendental Academy.

Although he knew that idealism emphasized that nothing exists outside the mind, wasn't this appetite a bit too large?

Use the Academy as a breakthrough point to begin the first step in idealizing the entire world?

Everyone would be nothing more than puppets and delusions of oneself?

Putting aside whether it could be done, wouldn't such an apocalyptic scene attract the Night Watchmen—wait a moment.

Not long ago, during the discussion about the "Ark," there seemed to have been similar conjectures about doomsday and starting points?

Walking to the window, Fu Qian looked through the gap towards the Benevolent Curse Institute, and successfully constructed the magnificent meteor shower in his mind.

Could it be that the meteor shower back then gave the "Jade Soul Lord" inspiration, making him believe that a certain opportunity had arrived?

If that was really the case, then that smash really did smash out a pile of demons and ghosts, he could be said to be deeply burdened with karma.

And the "Jade Soul Lord's" understanding of the Academy might be even deeper than imagined.

Of course, these were all afterthoughts, now there was a problem in front of him—how should he get through this tide of idealism?

…

Not optimistic at all.

As mentioned earlier, this time it might be the difference between driving away bugs and killing bugs.

Before in Akons, when facing himself, this troublemaker, the "Jade Soul Lord's" handling principle was clearly to treat himself as a stubborn stone that was difficult to enlighten.

Expulsion, isolation, through a temporary file similar to a dream, preventing himself from affecting the real Akons.

At first glance, the current situation seemed to be the same.

The Sword Pavilion he was in at the moment, and the fourth floor of the Sword Pavilion that he had destroyed before, clearly belonged to the category of temporarily generated files.

His behavior of returning to the warehouse and then coming back was like a second visit during the Akons period.

And the real Academy was completely untouchable to him.

Although theoretically speaking, the methods he could take now seemed to be much more free than in the task at that time.

For example, the most basic logic, whether it was centered on the Benevolent Curse Institute or the Spirit Ash Institute, the scope of influence of this idealistic trend should ultimately be limited.

As long as he kept walking outwards, there would always be a moment when the expulsion would fail.

Not to mention that even going back to the warehouse was not restricted, he could even directly transfer from there to Upper Capital, or Half-Step Moon, and so on.

The price was nothing more than the people of the Academy being exposed to the risk of refinement—as if it was that easy.

When he returned to the warehouse just now, there was a reason for that unbreakable connection.

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Standing here at this moment, the feeling was even clearer—it was something that could almost be defined as a bond of fate.

To be precise, the "Jade Soul Lord" entered the game himself, thereby sticking a special concept on his forehead, and using it to lock the connection tightly.

His inner demon… this was what Fu Qian sensed.

The other party was no longer avoiding the problem, he was the target of the "Jade Soul Lord" this time.

So it was not just blocking himself behind the glass, but trying to put himself in a glass bottle and burn him to ashes.

Even escape was not possible, the bond brought by the other party's entry into the game exceeded imagination.

The two of them were now clearly in a special conjugate state, with the Academy as the duel arena, each other's inner demons.

Like a split personality, one believes that the current moment is reality, and the other believes that it is just a delusion.

If he took a step back, it would be a step forward for the other party, a true zero-sum game.

For example, theoretically speaking, time had not passed just now, but his behavior of going back to the warehouse had already caused this to ebb and flow.

The surroundings and everything were already accelerating towards the idealistic end, and the label of inner demon on his forehead was even more shining.

This connection was so transcendent that Fu Qian deeply suspected that it would not be lifted by escaping.

Leaving in any way would only lead to failure, the label of "Jade Soul Lord's" inner demon would never be torn off.

This was a true deathmatch where not a single step could be retreated.

Of course, he could transform into the King of Abandoned Prison and let the other party feel the anger of the ancient overlords.

But don't forget, that one was also very good at similar methods.

With a long sigh lamenting the Academy's many hardships, Fu Qian exerted force on his hand, and the windowsill that had endured the years was directly broken off.

"As expected, this taste is more familiar…"

Without any awareness of damaging public property, Fu Qian put the broken part to his nose and sniffed it, sighing again.

It was the smell of mushrooms.

Even on the cross-section, one could really see layers of interwoven and stacked hyphae.