Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 1369: Chapter 1367 The Fallen Guest Empire (26)

The situation is becoming increasingly interesting.

Although I have often been misled when dealing with various Superior Beings, even the hints given by the mission are mostly vague and fragmented.

However, Fu Qian still appreciates the authority of the warehouse task descriptions, as it involves entities that can reach across numerous domains.

The containment conditions clearly state: eliminate the Nightmare Spokesperson.

Based on this, the current mysterious situation is, in fact, very clear to me—it’s even intriguing.

This is indeed a special nightmare, and some hunters from the Celestial Sphere Sect, at some point, completely lost their sense of direction, falling into this place and becoming its Guards.

And years later, a group of Awakeners led by Lady Raven once again glimpsed a piece of the world’s reality.

The logic is very clear, but there’s one problem—if that scene I just witnessed really happened, how did the Sect I’ve been dealing with these past two days come to be?

Even though I haven’t interacted much with the Cult Hunters, Fu Qian still recognizes their faith and conviction.

It’s hard to imagine such a group being collectively fooled by illusions.

But if that scene is a true memory, it seems that at the moment when Leytin and the others fell into a nightmare, Doomsday had already arrived.

How did everything suddenly become alright again?

I believe this should be something that strengthens Frankie and the others’ self-assessment.

Indeed, it resembles a Nightmare Reincarnation awakening.

…

“So you mean this Holy Relic’s function is to share images from our memories? Honestly, it seems excessively clear.”

Under the gaze of many, Fu Qian hesitated slightly, not rushing to comment but rather raising a small question.

“Of course not.”

Frankie seemed quite satisfied with this reaction.

To immediately believe in something so worldview-shattering without blinking, one’s belief might be entirely incredible.

Being interested in confirming more rather than outright rejection is already quite a good result.

“The effect of this Holy Relic is very simple: stripping and purifying the pollution from a nightmare. Each of our last memories about the nightmare is stored in it in this way, leaving only some abstract concepts in our consciousness.”

“That makes much more sense.”

Nodding in agreement verbally, Fu Qian’s expression remained cautious.

“Is this the reason you can’t re-enter the nightmare?”

“Additionally, there’s another factor.”

Frankie pointed to the empty pool.

“The last Holy Relic is a knife; with its aid, one can completely sever connections with the Stars Association, achieving true freedom.”

“A weapon? I thought it was the fragment I ate.”

Fu Qian looked surprised.

“How could it be? If that were the case, we wouldn’t be so polite.”

Frankie spoke bluntly.

“That fragment is indeed special, but it didn’t originate from here. It’s a gift obtained after becoming more connected with the power of this Protection World.”

“In hindsight, when we were guided in our consciousness, we found this place and discovered three Holy Relics in the three Pools of Origin.”

“Those who gained freedom by cleansing nightmare pollution started calling themselves the Fallen Star Clan.”

“Quite an apt name.”

Fu Qian did not hesitate to praise, but quickly seemed to remember something.

“So there’s really such a way of purification without consequences? Wasn’t it a bit too harsh on Lady Raven and her group?”

“Couldn’t you just have brought them back to sever their connection and at the most confined them to an asylum?”

…

Perhaps not expecting Fu Qian to be so merciful, the Fallen Star Quartet exchanged glances, looking somewhat uncomfortable for a moment, but finally, Frankie responded.

“It’s simple: when we discovered their condition, the Holy Relics were gone.”

Is there really such a thing?

Fu Qian did not speak, but his gaze towards the door already expressed his emotions and doubts, making the quartet even more awkward.

The power of the three Holy Relics is too strong, and they must be kept here, as bringing them to other places eventually causes anomalies.”

“And they do tend to disappear unpredictably, only to reappear inexplicably, which isn’t that strange. It’s just that this group of people was unfortunately unlucky.”

“I see, I got it.”

Fu Qian responded with an unperturbed “oh.”

“You mentioned earlier that this is a form of the world’s Protection power? So what’s going on with this world?”

“Regrettably, this point is very similar to the nightmare—Leytin is already the last place surviving in the world.”

Lady Xia explained patiently from the side.

“By the time we truly awoke, all other places had been destroyed by nightmare erosion.”

These people have indeed gathered quite a bit of information from the mouths of the Awakeners.

Fu Qian reached a quiet conclusion.

“Feivel?”

He suddenly spoke and uttered a name.

What?

The four seemed visibly puzzled, not understanding what Fu Qian meant.

“Praut?”

But Fu Qian did not explain, simply continuing to recite names.

“Orintel?”

“Reginald?”

“Sorry, we don’t really get what you mean, sir. What do these names represent?”

Lady Xia couldn’t hold back and asked first.

So what have Lady Raven and her team been doing this entire month? They haven’t even investigated a single high level name within the sect.

Making the Fallen Star Clan appear so uninformed.

Fu Qian sighed.

“You shared so much; regardless of whether I believe it, should I reciprocate according to the principle of fairness?”

“Understood… So who are these people you just mentioned?”

Although Fu Qian’s positivity seemed somewhat suspicious, Frankie asked cautiously.

“You’ve never heard of them?”

“No.”

The audience denied in unison.

“Alright, but first let me ask a small question: in your limited residual concepts related to nightmares, how long has this church we’ve just seen existed?”

Nodding slightly, Fu Qian continued speaking.

“We all know it’s a product of a nightmare, what does the age of it matter?”

Frankie seemed somewhat perplexed.

“Not sure of the exact time, but according to the information we’ve been fed, the church is still relatively new—about four hundred years old.”

Lady Xia chimed in next to him.

Four hundred… yet what I’ve been taught is even younger.

Maybe I have a hint to the answer to the earlier question—where did this intact Leytin come from?

Abstaining from speaking, Fu Qian sighed deeply inside.

The answer, arises from history.

Being Good Doctor Leytin, he understood information about church age at his fingertips, which clearly contradicted Lady Xia’s statement.

So isn’t it under the influence of the mist, with the world outside Leytin freezing for a century, but rather the century-old Leytin re-emerging in reality?