Facing an Ancient God for a Year

One could naturally guess the pioneer the Witch referred to was Amila, enlightened many times by him, and the entire unfolding sounded logical enough.

Except this last line certainly gave Fu Qian a dramatic twist.

”In any case, the place where the Seventh Apostle once lived is now regarded as a Sanctuary by many, and Mrs. Harper, who had much contact with him after his rebirth, is also held in high esteem.”

The Witch seemed quite appreciative of Fu Qian’s reaction.

”As for the evildoers who murdered him, on the third day after the Stars fell and the world showed no trace of Doomsday collapse under the Dark Moon’s protection, they had already been tied before the Dark Moon followers by the awakened people.”

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”Truly a beautiful ending.”

Without overly contemplating the mention of the Godson, Fu Qian silently listened to the Witch’s narrative, nodding micro-millimeter-level assent.

”Even compared to the previous method, this one seems more reasonable, and should also place less pressure on your state.”

The ”previous” Fu Qian referred to, of course, was the outer World Within the Painting.

In that old-constructed Sanctuary, whether one professed the Seven Lights or the Dark Moon, the powers possessed by the Transcendents were essentially siphoned from the source.

Though most would not attain high ranking and cause significant pressure, the Witch’s condition was equally acute.

Compared to that small town, the dens inhabitants of Leytin were of a different magnitude.

Emulating the Stars at this moment, by establishing rules under the Dark Moon within a second-generation World Within the Painting, completely controlled by the Witch with her blood as the foundation, and distributing this power through various ranking authority levels, was undoubtedly appropriate.

”Furthermore, it seems those five apostles do not need me to supplement their names.”

Even though Amila dared not assume the name of Divine Envoy, as a growing faith, with First Apostle Herbert and Seventh Apostle Anke setting a precedent, the content of the Gospel Book would likely be quickly completed.

”Certainly more relaxed and simple.”

The Witch appeared to agree wholeheartedly with Fu Qian’s two judgments.

”Even just now, I received petitions from some special races.”

”They should theoretically be the most stubborn group, but it seems someone had already profoundly enlightened them.”

”You’re welcome.”

The special races undoubtedly referred to the Vampires, with Fu Qian responding courteously while recalling that passionately performed open meeting.

It might have been Brother Jake, or perhaps Lady Bally, one of the more open-minded ones.

”So, do you want to take a look at where you paid the rent?”

The Witch suggested at this moment.

”No need.”

Fu Qian shook his head slightly, a neat and tidy break.

”Museum? Church?”

”No need either.”

Lacking any obsession of revisiting old haunts, Fu Qian, observing Leytin under the night sky, swayed as he slowly stretched his legs to step onto the ground.

”Let’s just wander around, this place is still nice.”