Eldritch Horror Theatre - Ch. 51: You Use This Thing As a Tranquilizer?
Close-quarters combat was exactly what Fu Qian had been hoping for, but seeing Feng Yunhong's actions at this moment, Fu Qian had absolutely no intention of meeting him head-on. Instead, he turned and ran.
Thus, a bizarre spectacle unfolded. Previously, Fu Qian had been chasing Feng Yunhong for melee combat; now, the situation was completely reversed. Feng Yunhong chased after him with red eyes, while Fu Qian ran a marathon ahead of him, casually turning back to whip him from time to time.
"Bastard!"
Accompanied by a roar of despair, Feng Yunhong's figure stalled.
The next moment, a dull, explosive boom echoed as his entire body completely detonated from top to bottom, forming an indestructible storm.
However, this terrifying strike was still just a tiny bit short, ultimately failing to reach Fu Qian ahead.
I knew you were going to use this move.
Fu Qian snorted.
I can only say you overthink things. Back when I was kiting people at a perfect eight-yard distance, you were probably still playing in the mud!
...
Just a step away, Feng Yunhong's self-destruction was filled with grief, indignation, and despair.
With his body shattered to pieces, the Flesh Storm that had previously swallowed Li Weixuan and the others reappeared.
Bloody faces roared frantically within it.
When the storm subsided, the area around the Stone Seat was dripping with blood.
Soon, the blood flowing all over the ground slowly began to pool together once more.
"Your methods are quite impressive."
"It's a pity that as long as I am here, I absolutely will not die."
Feng Yunhong's voice echoed out, completely devoid of his previous manic rage.
His self-destruction had failed to kill Fu Qian, but through this strike, he had also successfully broken free from his abnormal mental state.
This dialogue is seriously uncreative!
Fu Qian shook his head; he was very certain he had already heard this exact line once before.
"I will never let you destroy my decades of hard work!"
This line too!
"Wait until I recover; when the time comes, I will make you experience the most extreme agony!"
Sigh!
Fu Qian didn't even have the energy to roast him anymore.
Ignoring the recovering Feng Yunhong, he walked straight toward the Stone Seat.
"What are you trying to do?"
Feng Yunhong's confused voice rang out.
He had thought this guy would desperately try to interfere with his rebirth, but to his surprise, the other party didn't seem to care at all.
"I'm a little tired. Taking a rest," Fu Qian casually spouted nonsense as he looked at the Stone Seat in front of him.
It had an extremely simple design and very rough workmanship. The backrest was covered with a large patch of dark red bloodstains; other than that, there were no defining features.
Fu Qian sat down without hesitation.
His brain jolted violently, as if it had been heavily punched.
It was a true splitting headache, his ears filling entirely with indescribable noises.
His head pounded just like his heart, constantly expanding and contracting.
A massive torrent of information washed over his consciousness. Fu Qian felt his sanity shattering inch by inch, giving him an overwhelming urge to simply pass out.
No wonder Feng Yunhong used this thing to suppress the consciousnesses of the other Beyonders!
He figured that every once in a while, when Feng Yunhong noticed the other cultivators' consciousnesses beginning to awaken, he would come here and do this once to force them back into a deep slumber.
Confirming his guess, Fu Qian stood up from the Stone Seat with great difficulty and rubbed his head.
Hahaha!
Feng Yunhong's maniacal laughter came from the side.
"Surprised?"
"Did you think there would be some miraculous blessing from sitting on it? Hahahaha!"
"Do you know that since the day I discovered this place, over the decades, I've endured this kind of pain countless times? That's why you can never defeat me!"
"I know."
Fu Qian glanced at the crazed old man, whose body had already begun to take rudimentary shape.
"Is it that even if I devour you and become the dominant consciousness, unless I can endure to the very end on this Stone Seat every single time in the future, the dominant control over this body will still be snatched back by you?"
"How could you know..."
Feng Yunhong's voice completely froze. Every single thing Fu Qian mentioned was his deepest, most core secret.
"I know far more than just that. In fact, this little bit of pain is nothing at all."
Fu Qian smiled at Feng Yunhong and actually sat back down on the Stone Seat.
"Even though it's my first time sitting on it, I still can't comprehend how you actually used this thing as a tranquilizer?"
"Truly worthy of an idiot who hasn't managed to escape for decades!"
Just now, Fu Qian had a vague feeling that the Stone Seat seemed to have a mystical connection with the very essence of this Furnace.
The mental torture that caused Feng Yunhong so much agony wasn't the main point at all.
Suddenly, the pain struck again.
Fu Qian remained utterly motionless, allowing the terrifying torrent of information to wash away his sanity.
He tried to follow the ethereal, illusory voices, no longer resisting.
At a certain moment, Fu Qian felt as if he saw his own body disintegrating, his flesh and bones leaving his form.
But in the very next moment, they converged once more, combining together again in a bizarre format.
His spirit seemed to merge into the entire Ruins. His perception covered every corner, as if overlooking the whole domain from a high altitude; he could even see Ji Liushuang and the others who were currently under attack.
Then there was Feng Yunhong, who was currently standing in front of him with a solemn expression.
His body had fully formed, and he had even picked back up the Long Halberd he had thrown away.
Not only that, but the discordant noise coming from his body had also disappeared.
It was just that his aura was slightly weaker than before; self-destruction clearly took a heavy toll on one's vitality.
Feng Yunhong stared dead at Fu Qian on the Stone Seat. Suddenly, he let out a loud laugh. Pointing his Long Halberd at Fu Qian, he drew a streak of flowing light.
"Thank you for the reminder; it made me discover something new."
"Your willpower is admirable, and your intuition is quite sharp. Your only mistake was that you should have killed me before doing all this..."
Watching the incoming Feng Yunhong, Fu Qian remained expressionless.
The very instant the Long Halberd struck Fu Qian, an invisible vortex appeared and grabbed it tightly.
"What's going on..."
Feng Yunhong only got halfway through his sentence before he realized he couldn't move his body.
The next moment, he was horrified to discover that his body was actually starting to disintegrate. Clusters of bloody faces mixed with flesh and blood escaped from within him, forming a vortex around the Stone Seat.
"Thank you!"
Fu Qian blinked at Feng Yunhong.
In truth, he had already been at his limit just now.
Even if one's willpower was as solid as a rock, the physical body still had limits. His body was bearing an unimaginable load.
Under the powerful effects of the Stone Seat, his sanity was frantically scoured. He even felt as if his brains were boiling, threatening to burst through the confines of his skull at any second.
With his current realm, touching this thing was still pushing it too far.
The only way he could hold on was to bring Feng Yunhong into the fold, using the multitude of Beyonder flesh and blood he had accumulated to offset the depletion caused by the Stone Seat.
Fortunately, his earlier words had taken effect. Seeing that Fu Qian had sat on the Stone Seat for so long without issue, Feng Yunhong clearly worried that he had gained some advantage, and truly couldn't resist making a move.
Surrounded by the vortex, Fu Qian could feel the wails of the numerous Beyonder consciousnesses.
However, having established a mystical connection with the Furnace, he seemed to have fundamentally differentiated himself from them and was no longer affected in any way.
Soon, the swirling vortex of flesh and blood replenished his physical depletion, blocking the devastation brought by the mental shockwaves.
This is the correct sequence!
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