Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Creak, creak!

The Frenzied Spirit that was fed seemed to be stunned for a moment, then its face cracked open with a seam, splitting apart on each side.

Accompanied by the sound of chewing, the Puppet Fragment was swallowed directly.

The next moment, a green flame appeared on its surface, matching the color of the broken Porcelain Doll exactly.

However, the light only lasted a moment before it immediately went out.

Mr. Luo held the Porcelain Doll’s neck as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened.

No wonder this thing is so talented; it turns out that it just needs to eat its own kind to gain their abilities?

This scene allowed Fu Qian to understand something instantly.

“Go to hell!”

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The solitary Priest issued a furious roar, as if Mr. Luo’s actions were an unforgivable desecration.

Layer upon layer of gray curtains appeared, blocking in front of Mr. Luo.

Unfortunately, this indestructible barrier was as fragile as glass in front of Mr. Luo.

“You understand nothing.”

Mr. Luo let out a low chuckle, reaching out to tap the middle of the curtain.

An almost imperceptible ripple emanated from where his fingertip made contact, quickly spreading around.

Eventually, under successive trembling, the gray curtain shattered with a boom.

Puh!

The Priest immediately spat out a mouthful of blood.

“You have no idea what truly valuable thing lies within this area…”

Mr. Luo lifted up the Frenzied Spirit in his hand, his eyes showing an unusual frenzy.

“Its existence, its significance, far exceeds your imagination—”

“We know now.”

Just then, a voice suddenly rang out.

What a bustling scene!

Fu Qian looked at Miyamoto and his arriving crew, remarked with a sense of wonder, and immediately decided to observe quietly.

At this moment, Miyamoto was leading the way, with an Exploration Team fully armed and on guard behind him.

At a glance, it was clear they had just come through a fierce battle, as many were wounded.

Delin’s team was even more miserable, with only three people trailing at the end.

Delin himself, Archer Brother, and the sole female team member.

“The fight was at its fiercest, and you left without a word, Mr. Luo, making us all very worried.”

“It’s great to see you’re alright!”

The group approached, and Miyamoto said with a smile, his gaze finally resting on the blood-colored doll in Mr. Luo’s hand.

“You captured this special specimen? That’s excellent!

I will tell my father when we return and make sure you’re credited.”

His words were polite, but his men were subtly encircling both Mr. Luo and the Priest.

Infighting? This Mr. Luo indeed has many secrets; he even sneaked in here alone, without even telling Miyamoto.

“Very efficient!”

Mr. Luo didn’t seem particularly surprised by the sudden appearance of Miyamoto, glancing at him expressionlessly.

“It’s just as well, primarily because we were worried about not being in time to rescue you.”

Miyamoto laughed and shook his head, then gave a stealthy signal with his eyes.

A subordinate immediately brought a dark iron-colored box to Mr. Luo.

The lid was already opened to one side, indicating that the latter should place the doll inside.

Mr. Luo didn’t move, but narrowed his eyes at Miyamoto, who returned the stare with an unapologetic smile.

The situation was stalemated for a time.

And Delin’s team, initially fully alert against the Priest, was now visibly taken aback, their gazes shuttling back and forth between the two men.

It seemed that what Miyamoto had told them was indeed to come in for a rescue, but the development of the situation was clearly not as expected.

“Is there a problem?”

Seeing Mr. Luo still motionless, Miyamoto’s smile faded.

“We should hurry. My father is waiting for us to return…”

“You’re the same, you understand nothing…”

After a long while, Mr. Luo shook his head.

The next moment, a burst of green fire erupted from the Frenzied Spirit in his grasp, then converged into several fiery whips that lashed out in all directions.

The subordinates of Miyamoto encircling him were instantly choked by the whip’s grasp around their necks.

“Including your father as well.”

Mr. Luo casually lifted the man before him and tossed him aside as if he were disposing of trash.

A horrifying burn mark appeared on the subordinate’s neck and rapidly spread across his entire body.

In just a few seconds, he disintegrated into a mound of charred flesh.

Mr. Luo’s hands didn’t stop moving, the flame whips exerting their force simultaneously, leaving a circle of scorched corpses on the ground.

Watching this scene unfold, Miyamoto froze, the smile no longer on his face.

“Is this somewhat beyond your expectations?”

“You…”

Miyamoto’s body trembled, coming to his senses with an expression of sheer terror flashing across his face.

It seemed he had never considered that he might be facing such an entity.

“I think I misunderstood.”

Miyamoto swallowed hard.

“This operation has been very lucrative, I’m prepared to head back immediately.”

“Mr. Luo has made the greatest contribution this time and has volunteered to stay behind to deal with the danger. I will ensure my father pays double, no, triple the reward.”

He kept his gaze fixed on Mr. Luo as he spoke rapidly.

Confronted with an unbeatable enemy, a strong survival instinct kicked Miyamoto’s thinking into overdrive.

“That does sound quite good.”

Mr. Luo stared at him for a few seconds, commenting emotionlessly.

“Do you know where you went wrong?”

“Where?”

Fear intensified within Miyamoto’s heart, prompted by Mr. Luo’s tone, and he clenched his teeth as he spoke.

“Self-awareness… It’s not just you, including your father and your entire family, none of you know the true role you’re playing!”

“Hunting?”

Mr. Luo pointed in front of him.

“Do you think when I advised your father to keep transporting these people here, it was just so you could harvest a batch of forging materials every few decades?

Such a naïve thought!”

What?

Even the Priest who was collapsed on the ground looked up sharply at these words.

Ha! Mr. Luo glanced at him.

“Otherwise, how do you think you came to be in this place?

Hasn’t one of your ancestors ever told you, everyone woke up to find themselves here, with no one knowing how it happened?”

…

The words of Mr. Luo seemed to remind the Priest of something, leaving him momentarily speechless.

“And those batches of Exploration Teams, we took care of those as well.”

“Of course, afterwards we didn’t need to lift a finger anymore.”

Mr. Luo winked at him.

“The last group, didn’t they die at your hands?”

So it turned out that this group was not the original inhabitants either, but were being raised in captivity.

Seeing the Priest at a loss for words, Fu Qian silently reflected.

But hearing Mr. Luo’s statement, and the content mentioned by the little girl,

it seemed that her father’s group was directly dealt with by the Priest’s band of fanatic cultists, without the need for Miyamoto and his men to intervene.

…

“Then, your real purpose is… wait, I don’t want to know!”

Miyamoto, somewhat stupefied by listening, asked subconsciously, but halfway through, he sharply bit his tongue.

It was clear he was fully aware that knowing too much was not a good thing and decisively pumped the brakes.

“Quite perceptive, no wonder your father sent you.”

Mr. Luo turned back, smiling as he offered praise.

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