Chapter 51 Do You Take This As a Sedative?

Close-quarters combat was actually something Fu Qian had been longing for, but seeing Feng Yunhong’s move at this moment, Fu Qian showed no intention of meeting him head-on; instead, he turned tail and ran.

Thus, a bizarre spectacle unfolded: previously, it was Fu Qian chasing after Feng Yunhong in close quarters, but now the roles were completely reversed. Feng Yunhong chased from behind with bloodshot eyes, while Fu Qian ran a marathon ahead, occasionally turning back to lash him with a whip.

"Bastard!"

Accompanied by a desperate roar, Feng Yunhong’s figure paused.

The next moment, a muffled, violent explosion echoed. His entire body blew apart completely from top to bottom, forming an unstoppable storm.

Yet this terrifying strike still fell just a fraction short, ultimately failing to reach the Fu Qian ahead.

I knew you were going to use this trick.

Fu Qian snorted.

You must be overthinking things. Back when I was kiting mobs and dragging enemies around, you were probably still playing in the mud!

...

A hair's breadth away, Feng Yunhong’s self-detonation was filled with grief, indignation, and despair.

As he was smashed to pieces, the flesh-and-blood storm that had previously devoured Li Weixuan and the others appeared once more.

Countless bloodied faces shrieked within it in a frenzy.

When the storm subsided, the area beside the stone throne was stained with gore.

Soon enough, the pools of blood scattered everywhere slowly converged once again.

"Your methods are truly eye-opening."

"What a pity. As long as I am here, I am absolutely immortal."

Feng Yunhong’s voice rang out, devoid of its previous mania.

His self-detonation failed to injure Fu Qian, but through this strike, he successfully broke free from his abnormal mental state.

These lines are utterly devoid of creativity!

Fu Qian shook his head; he was quite certain he had already heard this speech once before.

"I will never let you destroy decades of my hard work!"

This one too!

"Once I recover, I will make you experience what the ultimate agony feels like!"

Good grief!

Fu Qian was too tired to even make a sarcastic remark.

Ignoring Feng Yunhong as he underwent restoration, Fu Qian walked straight toward the stone throne.

"What are you trying to do?"

Feng Yunhong’s puzzled voice echoed.

He had thought this fellow would desperately try to interfere with his rebirth, but to his surprise, the opponent did not care at all.

"A bit tired, going to take a rest."

Looking at the stone throne before him, Fu Qian spoke nonsense casually.

With an extremely simple design and crude craftsmanship, the back of the chair was covered in massive patches of dark red bloodstains, with no other characteristic features whatsoever.

Fu Qian sat down without the slightest hesitation.

His mind shook violently, as if he had been struck a heavy blow.

A genuine splitting headache erupted, and his ears were filled with indescribable sounds.

His head pounded like a heart, continuously expanding and contracting.

A massive torrent of information battered his divine sense, making Fu Qian feel as if his sanity was shattering inch by inch, tempting him to just pass out.

No wonder Feng Yunhong used this thing to suppress the consciousness of other transcendental beings!

Presumably, every once in a while, when he noticed the consciousness of other cultivators beginning to awaken, he would pull this stunt to plunge them back into deep slumber.

Confirming his guess, Fu Qian stood up laboriously from the stone throne and massaged his temples.

Hahaha!

A wild laugh came from Feng Yunhong’s direction.

"Surprised? Amazed?"

"Did you think sitting on it would grant you some miraculous blessing? Hahahaha!"

"Do you have any idea how countless times I have endured this agony over the decades since I discovered this place? That is why you will never beat me!"

"I know."

Fu Qian glanced at the demented old man. The latter’s body was already beginning to take shape.

"Even if I devour you and become the dominant consciousness, unless I can endure to the very end every single time I sit on this stone throne from now on, the control of this body will still be snatched back by you, won't it?"

"How could you possibly know..."

Feng Yunhong’s voice froze completely. Every single point Fu Qian mentioned touched upon his most core secrets.

"I know far more than just that. In fact, this little bit of pain is nothing much."

Fu Qian smiled at Feng Yunhong and actually sat back down on the stone throne once again.

"Though this is my first time sitting on it, I still fail to understand why you actually used this thing as a tranquilizer?"

"As expected of a fool who hasn't managed to escape in decades!"

Earlier, Fu Qian had a vague sensation that the stone throne possessed a mysterious connection to the very essence of this crucible.

The psychological torture that caused Feng Yunhong such agony was not the main point at all.

With a deafening crash, the pain returned.

Fu Qian remained motionless, letting the terrifying torrent of information batter his consciousness.

He tried to follow the ethereal, illusory voices instead of resisting.

At a certain moment, Fu Qian felt as if his body was disintegrating, with his flesh, blood, and bones stripping away and leaving him.

Yet the very next moment, they converged once again, recombining in a peculiar manner.

His spirit seemed to merge with the entire ruin, his perception covering every corner. He could overlook the entire domain from some high altitude, and even see Ji Liushuang and the others being attacked.

Right in front of him stood Feng Yunhong with a solemn expression.

His body had fully formed, and he had even retrieved the discarded halberd.

Not only that, but the discordant noise around him had also vanished.

It was just that his aura was somewhat weaker than before; self-detonation was clearly very taxing on one's vital energy.

Staring fixedly at Fu Qian on the stone throne, Feng Yunhong suddenly burst into laughter, pointing his halberd at Fu Qian and sweeping it through the air in a stream of light.

"Thank you for the reminder; it allowed me to discover something new."

"Your willpower is admirable, and your intuition is quite sharp. Your only mistake was that you should have finished me off completely before doing these things..."

Looking at the incoming Feng Yunhong, Fu Qian remained expressionless.

The moment the halberd struck Fu Qian, an invisible whirlpool manifested and grabbed hold of it tightly.

"What is going on..."

Before Feng Yunhong could finish his sentence, he discovered that his body could no longer move.

The next instant, to his horror, he found his body beginning to disintegrate. Clusters of bloodied faces mixed with flesh and blood escaped from within, forming a vortex around the stone throne.

"Thanks!"

Fu Qian blinked at Feng Yunhong.

In truth, he had already reached his limit just now.

Even if one's willpower was as firm as a rock, the body still had its limits, and his physical vessel had borne an unimaginable burden.

Under the powerful effect of the stone throne, his sanity was battered frantically, and he even felt as if his brains were boiling, threatening to burst through the constraints of his skull at any moment.

Given his current realm, touching this thing was still far too reckless.

The only possibility for perseverance was to let Feng Yunhong join in, using the gathered flesh and blood of numerous transcendent beings to offset the toll exacted by the stone throne.

Fortunately, his previous words had taken effect. Seeing him sit on the stone throne for so long without incident, Feng Yunhong had clearly grown worried that Fu Qian would reap some benefits and truly could not resist making a move.

Surrounded by the vortex, Fu Qian could sense the lamentations of the numerous transcendental consciousnesses.

Yet having established a mysterious connection with the crucible, he seemed to possess a fundamental difference from them, remaining entirely unaffected.

Very soon, the surrounding vortex of flesh and blood replenished his physical losses and withstood the ravages of the mental onslaught.

This was the proper sequence!