The Same Specialness

The Same Specialness

The so-called final preparations had, of course, served a purpose.

When Fu Qian appeared beside the long table, the entire Warehouse seemed to ripple.

Almost instantly, he tossed the two masks far away.

He broke into a violent coughing fit, spitting chunks of flesh onto the floor.

Even after leaving his body, the flesh remained active, writhing and stretching into strips as it tried to gather into a series of distorted circles.

The next moment, Fu Qian snapped his fingers and activated the Return Edict.

The strips of flesh slowed at once, quickly fading away under the Warehouse's suppression.

The strange patterns spreading across his body slowed as well.

A few seconds later, the Warehouse seemed to have adapted to the sudden change and fell silent again.

The reason was simple: the effects of False God Incarnation had ended, and his rank had fallen back to demigod.

Fu Qian dropped into a chair.

He had never entertained the fantasy of killing a First Order opponent while only a demigod.

So from the very beginning, his plan had been to maintain the False God Incarnation state the entire time.

His Sanity Value was now enough to pay for it eighteen times, but like the Phantom Step Ring, this ultimate move—which cost ten Sanity Value to use—also had a cooldown. He couldn't keep it going indefinitely just by burning through his Sanity Value.

So figuring out how to get through the cooldown was an important part of the plan.

Fu Qian's solution was simple: when the duration was almost up, he would take off the mask.

That was why he had insisted on checking in today.

How could he not take advantage of a divine skill like stopping time?

Of course, this wasn't entirely without risk.

His opponent