My Hair Can Create a Demon Country

Chapter 606 592: The Terror of Fate

A dumbing-down aura, akin to encountering the protagonist's antagonist, collectively dumbfounded them.Grand Ancestor Qianxiu, Grand Ancestor Shisheng, even they doubted whether they could be as fierce in their youth. This was the shared talent of the three Great Ancestors!

"You are so powerful, so intelligent. Do you not have any doubts?"

Fu Qingjun witnessed this scene and felt an instant headache!

"Just a barrage of rhetorical techniques, and everyone present believed that the three Great Emperors of the universe actually possess Ancestor-level qualifications beyond their imagination in history, with talent so formidable that it could replace them in an instant!"

However, upon careful thought, they would rather credit such a feat to opposing talent than to some special rule, which is reasonable.

This is because everyone is aware:

The material realm and the conceptual realm are diametrically opposed.

The conceptual seats have this rule, and logically, the material realm must have a similar one.

Thus, in their perspective, with forty-nine conceptual seats, there is fundamentally no rule controlling other Celestial Venerables, and naturally none in the material realm!

Fu Qingjun concealed his own rule abilities,

so, it's not that they didn't think of it,

but they simply wouldn't consider it,

though incredibly absurd, since the Celestial Venerable seat doesn't have the ability to control others, they'd just attribute it to personal talent, which seemed laughably absurd...

"I can only say, I've hidden too well, made my own identity too deep!"

Fu Qingjun shivered suddenly with goosebumps, anxiously saying, "The deeper I hide myself, the equally deep is the new Celestial Venerable protagonist's concealment!"

"The less the world can discover me, the less they can uncover his new protagonist rule, allowing him to rise in secrecy."

The more Fu Qingjun thought, the more terrified he felt,

he sensed a monstrous invisible hand, traversing the river of time to seize him, choking the throat of his fate,

"All my previous hiding methods, even sealing the tomb and killing the Immortal Venerable were to conceal my existence, but simultaneously concealed his existence, it's as if everything I've done was to pave the way for his future rise, making a bridal gown unwillingly!"

Fu Qingjun looked at him surrounded by the crowd, "My concealment allowed him to hide perfectly, perhaps even letting him survive this massive trap I prepared!"

Destiny!

Everything is destiny!

Fu Qingjun looked at the young hero, boasting arrogantly, as if a preordained scene, destined to narrowly escape, even this deadly trial would only make him stronger!

I, on the contrary, have become that brainless boss giving the opponent experience, whom I once sneered at.

This has already made him shudder!

Is it fate?

Is my resistance also predestined?

Is my next thought, next gesture already destined?

Even my current self-doubt and thoughts of the next moment, is this also fate?

He profoundly felt the endless darkness and despair of those outstanding figures throughout history, wanting to resist the tide.

"I thought I had escaped his circle, countered his protagonist, only to lift my head outside the circle to find I am already within another prearranged circle."

"The Great Tide."

Fu Qingjun strode away from Miao Chun Hall's dining hall,

"This is the Great Tide."

"I am born of the tide, rise with the tide, shall I, like heroes of the past, shine briefly and ultimately perish with the next tide?"

Suddenly he raised his head, looked at the sky, voice muffled, "The Great Tide seeks my death, I must die."

On the street, bustling people, revealing earthliness, yet appearing as countless passersby, he felt separate from them.

"I am only a fish jumping from one tank into another, still that unfree swimming fish."

At dusk, fragmented pale golden sunlight shone on the street, imprinting on his face, making him suddenly feel utterly aged.

These years, as he continued to mature, though still with a salted fish character, he was no longer the young and naïve self of yesterday, but immensely matured, possessing wisdom comparable to anyone, in no way inferior.

At this moment, it felt as if something was filling and pressing his heart, causing him to tremble like a cold cicada, struggling to gasp for breath.

The universe is not alive,

it is a dead thing.

But this dead thing of nature imposes unimaginable pressure on all past human emperors.

Heaven's mandate, hard to defy.

Just this sentence buried the bones of innumerable heroes with unyielding blood and tears.

At this moment, Fu Qingjun deeply grasped that bitter sound once uttered while discussing with the Immortal Venerable in the tomb. That sound echoed deafeningly, relating the vicissitudes of the heroes' end across the universe's river:

"Today's me, tomorrow's you!"

"In truth, I lost to the tide; seemingly lost to you!"

He halted amidst the crowd, mind flashing with the fierce and undefeatable image of that terrifying man,

He abruptly smiled, "Perhaps I never defeated that incredible man, never could defeat such formidable existence that clandestinely slipped through over thirty epochs to survive. If not for the tide wielding me as a blade to kill him, he wouldn't have died."

"I'm going to die too."

At this moment, Fu Qingjun calculated the tide's cause and effect, clearly realizing this,

"Even if I harm myself, sever my arm, hide my identity further, I still must die."

"Even if I remain the universe's strongest contemporary Grand Ancestor Emperor, wielding 30% rule power, I must die."

Apparently powerful myself, like my past projections, collapsed at a push similar to Celestial Venerable Wen Ce, seemingly the pinnacle and strongest of the times.

This is Celestial Dao's common law, inviolable!

Walking to today, I've perfectly retraced Celestial Venerable Wen Ce's previous path,

"The reason I must die is simple, my identity is soon to be revealed, exposing my identity is the greatest means to kill me."

Fu Qingjun looked at the distant scene of battle, softly speaking, "Currently others are unaware of Celestial Venerable Wen Ce's new seat ability letting him hide, but Celestial Venerable Wen Ce himself, surely feels the anomaly of his seat?"

"He surely will detect his rule is so special, since matter and concept oppose, then the material plane surely must have a corresponding new seat...."

"He definitely can sharply sense my other existence!"

Fu Qingjun laughed utterly, "What am I even doing?"

"I painstakingly tried hiding my identity, setting traps, killing the Immortal Venerable to conceal my background, but finally, was discovered by the universe's protagonist, starting to question my background."

"On the contrary, my frenzied trap-setting still perfectly aided the universe's protagonist in hiding his identity! The deeper I hid, the better he was shielded!"

"Seems I've also suffered the blow of a dumbing-down aura in front of the universe's protagonist." Fu Qingjun felt bitter and helpless, starting to mock himself.

"I'm going to die, die by the Great Tide."

Fu Qingjun felt an unprecedented clarity, seeing the future universe landscape if this trajectory continues.