Chapter 974: Chapter 972: Origin Void Chapter 974: Chapter 972: Origin Void Fu Qian had just spoken the truth; he really hadn’t studied much about the personnel matters of the Academy.

“Veron.”

Realizing that Fu Qian had no reason to lie about this, the one who had arrived in Mythical Form slightly paused before introducing himself.

It was indeed an unfamiliar name.

“Divine Ashes?”

“Divine Ashes.”

With his name disclosed, the other party also freely admitted to Fu Qian’s subsequent questions.

“Demigod?”

“Demigod.”

“That’s really impressive!”

Fu Qian pointed at Veron’s body.

“Is maintaining your Mythical Form almost too seamless?”

Old Master Logan had once said that even he, as a Demigod Envoy, could only maintain combat readiness in Mythical Form anytime and anywhere due to that reason.

But in terms of the ease and leisure, Veron seemed to effortlessly outdo him.

It felt like Veron could casually attend two periods of mathematics in his Mythical Form without any issue.

Haha…
Veron let out another deep laugh.

“Indeed a genuine demigod, the first reaction is just that.”

“The mind is the foundation of all existence.”

After the compliment, Veron explained in a calm tone, appearing in no rush,
“If you can understand this, the adverse effects brought on by the Mythical Form will be much easier for you to bear.”

“Of course, I know that for you folks at Heaven’s Commencement Institute, you’re more interested in researching how to breed a Giant Dragon from a single drop of blood.”

“Not only that.”

Fu Qian recalled a research topic he had once inadvertently seen from a colleague.

“Some are dedicated to transforming a Giant Dragon into a young girl.”

“Utterly trivial!”

Veron scoffed coldly, full of disdain as expected.

“If I wanted, it would only take me a few minutes to make a Giant Dragon believe it is a woman.”

This one was indeed a heavyweight!

With such an assertive attitude, he painted such a bizarre picture that it left Fu Qian utterly astounded.

“You too.”

However, Veron wasn’t here just to show off his moral lows; the next moment, he sharply shifted his tone, spitting out a fully-loaded threatening remark.

“The power of the mind, terrifying indeed!”

Fu Qian looked astonished.

“Then how come your mentor was killed by me?”

…
Fu Qian’s retort was undeniably of monumental impact; beneath the mask, Veron remained silent, but there seemed to be some kind of invisible turbulence emerging.

“The genius of Ian is not something you guys can understand; you have no idea what you’ve done!”

True to the spirit of a Divine Ashes Institute Demigod, just as Fu Qian thought Veron couldn’t resist striking, unexpectedly, Veron restrained his impulses with a formidable mental power.

“But I do know, he was killed by me.”

Fu Qian didn’t hesitate even for half a second.

Idealism, forever unaware of the power of seeking truth from facts.

…
“I am here today because of Ian’s matter.”

Fu Qian used a few words to successfully make the Transcendent Demigod Veron give up his meaningless emotional expression and honestly state his purpose.

“I know the current situation is an unspoken understanding; Linghui is destined to take the blame, thereby minimizing the impact on the Academy.”

In a Mythical Form, accompanied by a crying mask, Veron’s tone, though flat, bore a piercing edge.

“Even your return now is likely the result of an already established unspoken agreement, but unfortunately–I am someone who cares about the details.”

“Before coming here, I still had doubts, but discovering that the murderer was a half-god concealing his power left me with no reason to doubt.”

“I need to know the truth, I refuse to let Linghui suffer such an insult, and Ian…”
“Forgive my bluntness, but for Professor Ian, being insulted might even be more exciting.”

Although the pressure on his will was even greater, Fu Qian was in no hurry to evoke Mythical Form but instead analyzed seriously.

Judging by that bastard’s behavior, he considered it highly likely.

“But how did you manage to do it, Lanaia downstairs doesn’t even feel it?”

“Hehe… that’s the brilliant part.”

Apparently asked about something he took great pride in, Veron gave a low chuckle.

“In fact, this is also why I came directly in Mythical Form; in my plan, this conversation was supposed to happen only within your subconscious.”

“It’s because of the Origin Void.”

His hand moved through the air, seemingly stirring layers of ripples.

“Centered on me, fate is no longer intricately connected but has become layers of spheres enveloping each other.”

“At this moment, our connection with the surrounding Transcendent concepts is minimal; adding a bit of cognitive interference makes it normal that Lanaia, who lacks Divinity, cannot detect it.”

Origin Void?

The style of naming things in this world is really beyond words.

Although Veron resumed his full pose, Fu Qian could hardly resist the urge to critique.

“Now, let us confront our spirits and discuss it properly.”

Veron, of course, was unaware of Fu Qian’s inner thoughts; seeing him remain silent, the latter clapped his hands lightly amid a cold laugh.

The next moment, Fu Qian realized the scenery around him was changing rapidly, turning from a sunlit bedroom to a vast, empty white room.

It even looked somewhat familiar–Professor Ian’s lab?

After a brief survey, Fu Qian quickly realized what the place was.

“That day, when I arrived, the scene I saw was unforgettable.”

Veron’s voice was deep, filled with murderous intent.

“And revisiting this place should help make your memory clearer.”

“Honestly, you’re lucky you ran fast.”

No, you’re the lucky one.

Fu Qian thought darkly, but the unknown method before him also piqued his curiosity.

“A dream?”

“How could it be, I’m not so arrogant as to hypnotize a Divine Being.”

Veron snorted coldly again.

“It’s just that the boundary between spirit and reality has blurred; achieving this is not easy, especially against a Demigod, which is why I’ve been talking with you for so long.”

“This is not an intrusion on cognition but an tuning of willpower, and now this level of synchronization isn’t something you can easily break away from.”

“Next, I hope you can be honest about what you’ve done.”

“That’s easy.”

Feeling a subtle change within, Fu Qian realized that due to the reenactment of the scene, the will and emotions of that time also surged forth.

In such circumstances, if he had actually done something and wanted to perfectly disguise it, it would be quite difficult- Fu Qian found it quite intriguing for a moment.

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“You would think Linghui would have some more direct methods, right? Like Ni Huayuan directly recreating the image of death, why make it so complicated?”

“You’re right, however, the state of Ian at the time of death was quite special, that method wouldn’t work… Enough talk now, Professor Fu, did you kill because Ian discovered your secret and you feared it would be exposed?”

This story is actually quite coherent; Linghui must have spent a lot of effort debunking this theory?

Amid his reflections, Fu Qian shook his head without any pressure.

“No.”