Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 1379: Chapter 1377: Doomsday Together

“Not hard?”

Facing the Witch’s suggestion, Fu Qian glanced again at the scene of the Other Shore of the Stars, his tone neither hesitant nor eager, as if she had merely asked if he wanted to go out for a stroll.

“Not hard.”

The Witch’s invitation seemed full of sincerity, and he responded to her concern without reluctance.

Even as she prepared to head out, there was no intention to tidy up her outward appearance.

The next moment, her only hand still maintaining human shape, accompanied by the tendrils at her back, adjusted her embrace.

And just as Fu Qian’s gaze was slightly elevated, the darkness faded in a blur, and that desolate sublimity was no more.

Appearing in their view were the shadows of buildings elongated by the evening sun.

It truly isn’t hard.

Although the view was still somewhat passive, the saying “hold high, see far” was proving true, and Fu Qian immediately noticed that they were on a street not too wide.

Theoretically, both the Witch and himself, in their unadorned states, seemed somewhat out of place walking in such a setting.

However, it didn’t matter at the moment because the street was equally desolate.

Although the varied buildings on either side revealed a once-thriving place, there wasn’t a single sound within the warm golden sunlight.

Not a single living thing.

Indeed, there were no traces of humans or even birds flying by.

As for plants, the few branches standing along the street appeared like peat at a glance.

A scene of life drained completely, resembling the purest silent dead zone.

…

“Which way to go?”

Just as Fu Qian was silently commenting, the Witch’s voice came timely, casually seeking his opinion.

“Turn left ahead.”

Fu Qian’s response was casual yet decisive, showing no abnormal reaction to the scene before him.

“Herbert.”

The Pontiff instantly took the advice, truly walking in the direction Fu Qian indicated while casually mentioning a name.

“The Dark Moon Apostle in Leytin’s shadows was indeed you.”

“Preaching the Gospel of the Dark Moon is a duty I cannot shirk.”

Fu Qian’s response was full of a sense of duty.

“After all, I am a Temple Knight.”

The Witch was quick to realize her merit, for a simple reason—this was not the healing Leytin but the place to find the Nightmare Spokesperson.

Though the main structure was consistent, distinguishing the two was easy from some representative buildings and layouts.

And the direction he indicated was simple; it was the way to work.

In fact, through the gaps between buildings, one could already see a corner of the Grand Art Gallery.

Of course, like the surrounding scene, it was far more ruinous than in his memory.

The Witch’s commentary also revealed that she likely tried to understand a lot after waking up.

…

The two people strolling before the viewer were undoubtedly in post-apocalyptic Leytin.

Because of the collapse of laws again, this once-replaced reality seemed to have returned.

As for why there were no rampant monsters and no heaven and earth shattered?

Apparently, the apocalypse following the stars’ collapse wasn’t that simple.

The seemingly peaceful city seemed wholly involved in a vast, irresistible twisted force, denying any aspect of life.

In fact, Fu Qian now clearly knew that the Witch was helping him fight back against this erosion.

No wonder it could be defined as a ruined doomsday by the Pope.

If such twisting and curses filled the place, it’s easy to imagine the devastation the world endured during the stars’ fall back then.

In fact, it’s happening even now.

The sunset was dazzling, yet meteors occasionally flashed across the sky, and the second collapse of laws was not over.

…

“Did you clear out that somewhat nasty guy inside?”

While walking, the Witch’s question further confirmed Fu Qian’s judgment about her investigative actions.

“To be precise, he was cleared out by you.”

Knowing she referred to the agent’s brother, Fu Qian did not claim undue credit, attributing everything to the Pontiff’s great power.

“Under my earnest persuasion, he finally joined the quest for the Other Shore of the Stars and, using up all his strength, sacrificed himself just before victory was achieved.”

…

Facing her loyal knight, the Dark Moon Cult Leader seemed momentarily moved.

And after a few seconds of silence, she finally let out a long sigh, openly admiring Fu Qian’s choice of tool.

“It was indeed a good choice, although its power was mixed, it was considered to be in a relatively realistic higher dimension by nature.”

“There is almost no one more clear-headed and comprehensive in the grasp of world changes.”

Naturally, she couldn’t interpret “persuasion” in the usual way, understanding it must include the Temple Knight’s special skills… and dangers.

Forcing such a being to sacrifice was far more challenging than killing it outright.

Higher dimension…

The Witch’s remarks enlightened Fu Qian.

It seemed he suddenly understood why, as an invasion channel, reality had been destroyed, yet the latter could continue so stably, even giving birth to awakening thoughts.

“That Leytin’s shadow is no longer a nightmare in the usual sense but a higher existence form, similar to a world within the painting?”

After all, with the Pontiff beside him, he casually confirmed his thoughts.

“Precisely speaking, it is a higher-dimensional existence form after the laws collapse.”

The Witch affirmed his statement while adding more specific limiting conditions.

“An existence form that transcends dimensions and overlooks reality is undeniably very dangerous for a place trying to isolate all cosmic influences, so it is strictly prohibited by laws.”

“In theory, this masterpiece has done well in this regard, to the point that Superiors can only embed their will in the form of nightmares for indirect infiltration.”

“But once the laws are broken, in the absence of restrictions, they will far exceed the concept of dreams, even without a corresponding reality.”

“Of course, years after the laws return, they are again restricted, becoming the nightmares mostly seen.”

“And as the strongest among them, even with a high-ranking governor, Leytin’s shadow showed more resilient resistance.”

I see.

Under the guidance of the Pontiff, Fu Qian expressed great benefit.

Considering the various nightmares in Leytin City, it’s easy to imagine the popularity of this world under the law barrier at that time.

Apart from that, it seems also understandable why Blood Conquest mutated into vision jumping.

If the traversal in such a situation fundamentally belonged to entering a higher-dimensional state, then it would certainly be instantaneously prohibited by laws.