Facing an Ancient God for a Year

"Feng Yunhong!”

Li Weixuan’s expression grew solemn.

"That’s right, I believe you must have heard this name.”

The old man sighed with the vicissitudes of life, a face suggesting a false reputation was not worth mentioning.

"All illusory fame is like passing clouds and smoke.”

"Sorry, never heard of it.”

Li Weixuan shook his head.

Not just him, everyone made the same motion.

What?

"And I am quite sure that the Academy’s fourth-generation president did not bear that name.”

"Nonsense, I was president when you probably weren’t even born yet, what do you know?”

Feng Yunhong’s eyes filled with anger.

"That is true, seas change into mulberry fields, not knowing about things several decades ago is very normal.”

Li Weixuan spoke in an indifferent tone.

"But this one point I am very certain about because the fourth-generation president is my grandfather.”

…

"I am very certain his surname is Li, and right now, he should be on vacation in the Southern Hemisphere.”

…

Li Weixuan observed Feng Yunhong’s expression, which was clearly saying, “Old man, you might want to get your brain checked out for staying here too long, you can’t even remember your own name.”

"Li? Your grandfather is named Li He?”

Feng Yunhong’s eyes became unfocused as he stared blankly for a long while before suddenly asking Li Weixuan.

"How do you know—”

Li Weixuan began, but stopped mid-sentence, subconsciously turning his head to look at Fu Qian.

Not just him, all the students did the same, uniformly turning to look at Fu Qian standing in the distance.

Finally realizing the seriousness of the issue?

Fu Qian nodded at everyone, gesturing towards Feng Yunhong.

"There, for example.”

What’s called a genius’ intuition, you see?

Although information was quite sparse when making hypotheses at the time, facts have proven that the most terrifying nightmare has come true.

"What’s wrong with you all?”

Feng Yunhong also noticed something was amiss.

"Feng… old master.”

Li Weixuan swallowed.

"Do you know my grandfather?”

"Need you even ask, when I was president he was always my assistant, that kid was exceptionally talented, especially with a stable and solid temperament, capable of achieving greatness.” ŔáＮỖᛒΕṠ

Feng Yunhong stroked his beard as he reminisced about the past.

"But to say he was the fourth-generation president is simply preposterous, he didn’t even have a full beard at that time, how could we make him president!”

…

Li Weixuan took a deep breath and glanced back.

This wave of mental shock was terrifying, all the students had a look of confusion in their eyes, the light of hope dissipated.

It’s actually just like what that guy said!

Once you come in here, all information from the outside world is completely erased; no one would remember themselves.

No reinforcements will come!

Only Fu Qian stood there, still looking at Feng Yunhong with great interest.

"Old Master Feng, the reality I came to understand might be different from what you think.”

Li Weixuan gulped and chose his words carefully.

"My grandfather truly was the fourth-generation president of the Academy, but before him, there was a quite long period when the position was vacant.

As for your name, I am sorry, but truly no information about it has been passed down.”

Seeing Feng Yunhong’s expression collapse again, Li Weixuan began to explain while gesturing to Fu Qian to come over.

"About why it’s like this, we have hypothesized a possible reason, let my student explain it to you in detail.”

After calling Fu Qian over, Li Weixuan quickly retreated to the side to compose himself.

Fu Qian floated up, greeted the elder, and repeated his hypothesis about the nature of these ruins.

After he finished speaking, not only was the old Mr. Feng stunned there, but the team members who were forced to listen again were even more dispirited, with gray defeat on their faces.

What in the world is this cursed place!

"Mr. Feng, if you don’t mind, may I ask a few questions?”

After giving Feng Yunhong half a minute to digest, Fu Qian spoke again.

"Go ahead and ask.”

Feng Yunhong responded in a deep voice, no longer as spirited as before.

"According to what you said, have you been trapped here for a long time?”

"Yes, it has been many years since that happened.”

Feng Yunhong lifted his head, his gaze lost.

"These years, the times I’ve been lucid have become fewer and fewer. It’s difficult to estimate the exact time, but seeing how big Li He’s grandson has grown, I’m afraid it’s almost been a hundred years.”

"At first, I couldn’t understand why, after being missing for so long, no one ever came looking for me. I never imagined there would be such weirdness in between.”

"So, when you entered here, your strength was already very high, wasn’t it?”

"What are you asking this for?”

Feng Yunhong frowned and glanced at Fu Qian.

"Back then, I was only at the Fifth Phase, but after all these years, I’ve managed to make some progress.”

"It shows.”

Fu Qian nodded.

"Then, during this period, have others accidentally wandered in?”

"Too many. You’ve seen the monsters outside, haven’t you?”

"Was anyone as formidable as you?”

…

What on earth is this guy trying to do?

The surrounding crowd looked at Fu Qian with confusion.

Asking a bunch of useless questions, what do you want? Do you expect someone to take you as a disciple or what?

Let’s not even talk about the issue of seniority. Everyone’s trapped here; what use are you if we can’t get out?

"As for masters, there indeed were a few.”

Feng Yunhong pondered for a moment.

"However, they didn’t last. They were devoured by this place.”

"Understood, thank you for clearing up my confusion.”

Fu Qian said thanks with a mischievous smile.

The next moment, he took a step back and, as he turned around, he took something out and swiftly threw it at Feng Yunhong.

"Are you insane?”

The latter’s voice was filled with shock and anger. At such a close distance, by the time Feng Yunhong realized it, it was almost unavoidable; he was hit directly.

Not just him, including Li Weixuan, everyone was taken aback, not understanding what Fu Qian was doing.

Now, they saw clearly what Fu Qian had thrown—it was actually a bloodied finger.

It couldn’t be his own finger, could it? Had he torn off his own finger to use as a hidden weapon?

This guy’s mind really wasn’t normal!

However, in the next moment, everyone froze in place.

After the finger hit Feng Yunhong, instead of bouncing off, it pierced straight into his body.

Was it really so fragile?

Feng Yunhong looked down at the finger that had entered his body, his expression extremely strange.

The next moment, the half of the finger still exposed outside melted like candle wax, merging into Feng Yunhong’s body without leaving a trace.

At the same time, Feng Yunhong’s face twisted into an inhuman, distorted smile!

This guy really had a problem!

Fu Qian clenched the wound where his finger had been, feeling the pain was worth it.

The next moment, Fu Qian raised his hands high and shouted a phrase that stuck in his memory.

"Silly kids, run for it!”

What? Most people were still immersed in the shocking scene that had just unfolded, completely failing to grasp the meaning of what Fu Qian had shouted.

"Run where!”

Feng Yunhong’s cold voice came.

In the midst of the muffled booming sounds, his massive body exploded into a storm of blood and flesh.

An indescribably Furious Power instantly swept over everything around.

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