Horror of the Olden Days
Chapter 1232

The Bamboo Insect of Night Holy Capital (Conclusion)

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"How much longer?" He was naturally asking how much time remained before False God Incarnation ended.

At first glance, it seemed he was growing impatient with the wait.

But how could an ancient Higher Being have such shallow emotions?

In truth, this was a different sort of courtesy.

He had just mentioned that he had two questions left. After he asked the first, the other party had chosen to ask one in return, then indicated he could continue once it had been answered.

Fair, and cooperative.

And in return, Fu Qian had not lied at all.

In three minutes at most, he would fall from the rank he had forcibly maintained until now.

He was already at the end of his strength.

"Like I said before, I can tell you're reluctant to expose yourself, while secretly building up your strength. I want to know why."

This was something Fu Qian had been curious about for a long time.

From what he had seen during his time here, the whole world seemed to be under some kind of shadow.

And who could be better suited to answer his questions than an ancient god who had stayed hidden for countless years and even plotted in secret?

"Is it connected to that long night a thousand years ago? Or is the threat coming from the stars?"

He explained his question further, freely sharing his guesses.

Based on what he knew, this was the most reasonable possibility Fu Qian could think of.

He did not believe Rainbow of Yao Bian's concerns stemmed from the Warehouse.

It was obvious the latter was already full of holes. For the weakened Goddess of Sin or Pachi and the others, it might still be the main object of their hatred or fear.

But Rainbow of Yao Bian was

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