Facing an Ancient God for a Year

How did these people come up with this idea?

Until lunch began, Fu Qian was still pondering this question.

Of course, this did not prevent him from quickly demolishing the delicacies in front of him.

That piece of skull was most likely taken from Grace’s head.

A real brainstorm indeed!

Removing a diamond-shaped piece from the top of one’s skull, is this some kind of special tradition?

While eating, Fu Qian observed Grace discreetly.

Her hairstyle looked perfectly normal, it probably involved replacing a part of her skull with other materials afterward.

Besides this, although she wasn’t sporting a bald head, her thick red hair seemed to be deliberately styled to spread to the sides.

But if one were to look with a preconceived notion, it appeared as if she was intentionally keeping the top of her head as uncovered as possible.

A hole facing the sky.

Now there was every reason to suspect that everyone at the banquet had undergone this kind of procedure.

Gausman was the closest among them, the latest newcomer, who had been hospitalized for this reason.

And Dean Collins, who operated on him, felt like the core figure among this group of people.

Today’s encounter also proved this point, as compared with others, he seemed to maintain that special status at all times.

“Does the taste meet your satisfaction?”

In the midst of his thoughts, Grace’s voice chimed in.

She sat across the dining table, clearly very pleased with Fu Qian’s robust appetite.

“It’s very good!”

Fu Qian nodded his head, giving a very sincere appraisal.

“That’s great!”

Grace’s smile grew even sweeter, and she even began to gossip.

“Mr. Fu Qian, how did you come to know Veil?”

How did I come to know her?

Fu Qian glanced at the other person involved.

“Through a fight.”

…

Fu Qian’s answer left Veil momentarily speechless.

Grace didn’t react much; she had already been informed by Veil about Fu Qian’s Transcendent status.

In her view, it was normal for these superhumans to occasionally have some physical conflicts.

“Veil is a very good girl.”

She turned to the side, looking at Veil with a face full of motherly love.

“For a long time, she was the only one who took the initiative to talk to me.”

“During those dark days, she was my real angel!”

“It wasn’t that exaggerated…”

The high praise from her aunt made Veil beside her somewhat embarrassed.

“It’s all from the heart.”

Grace giggled, grasping Veil’s hand.

“Anyway, I regard Veil as my own daughter, and she has done well. She is now a true powerhouse.”

In front of her, I can hardly count as a powerhouse…

Veil’s face grew even redder, feeling embarrassed to be praised like this in front of Fu Qian.

“She is indeed pretty good.”

Fu Qian looked at Veil, naturally offering a compliment.

It was also heartfelt.

Veil must be under thirty years old, and when I saw her last time, she was already firmly at the pinnacle of the Seventh Phase.

Seeing her again this time, her aura had improved, almost reaching the threshold of the Middle Tier.

She also followed the path of Sword Dao Cultivation.

Although it lacked the mystique of Special Abilities, her advancement was more natural and smooth, just like water flowing to its channel, without the need for setting up special ceremonies.

The more I hear, the more it sounds like the orthodox path of high mystery; much more reliable than my own!

Fu Qian deeply sighed.

However, after so many interactions, the greatest impression this world has given me is the diversity of cultivation methods that are elusive and unpredictable.

In such a bizarre environment, it is difficult to say which path to divinity is good or bad.

“Have you been enjoying yourself in Byeluk these past two days?”

Upon hearing Fu Qian praising his beloved niece, Grace clearly felt delighted as she then asked.

“It feels pretty good; I’ve met a lot of interesting people.”

Fu Qian put on a reflective expression, and then, as though suddenly remembering something.

“By the way, are you familiar with Dean Collins?”

“Collins? Of course, he grew up in Byeluk too; we’ve been friends for so many years! Did you meet him?”

“Yes, I met him this morning and had a chat.”

Fu Qian didn’t specify where they had met.

“Dean Collins seems like a pretty friendly person, always composed.”

“Indeed!”

Grace agreed with Fu Qian’s comment, her face beaming.

“Collins is a man full of wisdom; he has the most pure and enviable will!”

Isn’t that appraisal a bit high…

Veil, standing to the side and listening to their conversation, grew increasingly puzzled.

Although she didn’t know how Fu Qian had come to know Collins, her aunt’s praise seemed somewhat exaggerated!

“Is that so? Then I should seek more advice from Mr. Collins when I have the time.”

Fu Qian nodded in agreement, deeply convinced.

“You won’t be disappointed,”

Grace assured him.

“In fact, it is by heeding his many suggestions that I gradually emerged from darkness and was reborn!”

“In the past, I could only numb myself with endless parties and alcohol, what I got was just endless emptiness…”

So it was true!

This person, just like Gausman, was guided by Collins.

Listening to Grace recalling the past, Fu Qian felt no surprise.

“Do you have any advice that you could share?”

“Everyone’s circumstances are different.”

As expected, faced with more detailed inquiries, Grace didn’t directly answer, but only covered her mouth and laughed lightly.

“The only insight I can share is that people should not overestimate themselves.”

“Finding one’s proper place?”

Fu Qian asked tentatively.

“Yes, there are too many unknowns in the world; one shouldn’t regard oneself as overly special, Transcendents included,”

Grace’s smile held a hint of mystery as she pointed towards the ceiling.

“We might not comprehend everything, so we shouldn’t overly pursue ‘veni vidi’, we should maintain a sense of reverence; oftentimes, ‘vidi me’ is actually more normal.”

Hmm.

Fu Qian nodded frequently, while noticing that Veil beside him had entered a state of confusion.

Clearly not knowing the details, she felt as though she was listening to a philosophical poem at this moment.

We might not understand everything, so “I saw” is less than “it saw me”?

Is swapping out the skull done to “see me”?

What is being revealed? The mysterious unknown?

“Is there a method to ‘see me’?”

Fu Qian asked.

“That’s for each individual to experience on their own,”

Grace didn’t answer further, merely smiling and pointing to her own head.

“In any case, only by liberating the mind can one see the true self!”

“Understood, thank you for sharing,”

Fu Qian hadn’t expected Grace to answer; he simply asked in passing to make the dialogue seem more natural.

“Besides, I visited Mr. Nate, who seems to be feeling a bit better, though he still doesn’t talk much.”

Fu Qian thought for a moment and deliberately brought up Nate again.

“Now that you mention it, he hardly said anything last night either,”

And with his reminder, Grace’s delicate eyebrows also knitted together, as if recalling something painful.