Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 1380: Chapter 1378: The Angel Envoys of the Dark Moon

“So have they now reverted back to existing in higher dimensions?”

Although he had some understanding in his heart, considering the current state, Fu Qian did not attempt anything impulsive and instead continued to inquire.

“Normally, yes.”

Unfortunately, the usually straightforward Pontiff responded to this question with a sly smile, playing the role of a riddler.

“We’re here.”

Before the Temple Knight could protest, she had already stopped, gesturing forward while she asked a question.

“Does it look familiar?”

“Of course, I’ve even worked night shifts here!”

Fu Qian looked at the square in front of him and the familiar building in the distance, answering with utmost confidence.

This was undoubtedly the first stop of the Hurricane Rescue, the art gallery where he manifested as a worm.

Although a bit different from ancient Leytin, the fundamental features remained unchanged, and Fu Qian could even instantly draw its structural diagram in his mind.

As for why he knew this, the Witch had asked how to get here, and how the Witch knew he knew she was referring to this place, the answer was both consistent and simple—this was the place where the painting was stored.

Regardless of whether it still stood, for the two of them, there was no other place in this city that held more significance.

“Was it also in the identity of the Dark Moon Apostle?”

After the Witch awoke, her investigation was indeed meticulous, even understanding the new career paths developed during the Knight’s Hurricane Rescue.

Faced with Fu Qian’s answer filled with confidence, she almost instantly questioned back.

“The Seventh Apostle Anke.”

To this, Fu Qian admitted earnestly, even supplementing with detailed information on the Shepherd of Lambs.

“How many more are there?”

For such an active behavior in disseminating his gospel, Dark Moon Cult Leader Niel Glegorya didn’t hurry to express her stance; rather, she pressed her face closer, staring at Fu Qian as she asked.

“There are only five left, but the names and races are still vacant, can be filled in as needed.”

Fu Qian, of course, understood the matter of leaving the choice to the leader, emphasizing this without changing his expression.

Although, in fact, his face temporarily lacked the function to change color.

“If you need a reference, I have some options prepared too.”

“When the time comes, I’ll come to you to provide them.”

The Witch seemed quite confident in the Knight from Afar’s authority in disguises.

With a sigh, she chose the next moment to step into the art gallery to absorb the atmosphere.

…

Compared to the withering life, the damage Leytin suffered over time was actually more mitigated than usual.

But even so, without someone maintaining the artworks, they still exhibited a fragile side.

Accompanying their entrance into the art gallery, Fu Qian was fully immersed in the decay of art while the Witch ascended at an unhurried pace.

Traversing all the way inside the art gallery, where the layout hadn’t changed much, he couldn’t find a single exhibition piece that was still in good condition—including the one before him.

Unsurprisingly, the Witch paused in a familiar corner.

And there, hanging, was indeed a familiar piece of work—the World Within the Painting imprinted with his bloody handprint.

Even compared to the last time he saw it, there seemed to be no changes.

However, given its initial lack of integrity, it still aligned with the previous statement.

“It seems to have regained a bit of its former elegance. Is it an entrance now?”

The Witch remained silent after arriving at the destination, displaying a demeanor of seriously appreciating art.

But Fu Qian, having seen her works, was not fooled by this pose, instantly grasping the essence of testing his observational skills.

And his words weren’t baseless; as someone who once observed this from a divine perspective, his understanding of this painting was pixel-level.

Compared to last time during the night shift, there were evidently more elements now.

“Yes, although there were many other options, ultimately it felt appropriate to place it here.”

The Witch’s artistic demeanor instantly collapsed, confirming Fu Qian’s assessment.

“Soon, the true starry sky will observe this world without any obstructions; it’s best to leave just an entrance.”

She slightly shook her head the next moment, her tone not optimistic.

“Understood. Speaking of this, when I spread the gospel last time, I once presented the unobstructed Dark Moon to the Lambs.”

Fu Qian reminisced about the experience in Mist Town.

Compared to the false stars created by the constructs of law, the mystical power symbol associated with the Witch emerging under intense pursuit felt distinctly different.

“It’s also one of the reasons why I suspect there might be a significant connection between the Mother and the construct of law.”

To Fu Qian’s statement, the Witch didn’t seem surprised; this “major event” clearly fell within her scope of understanding too.

“The power symbolizing the Dark Moon originating from It appears to be the only exception not constrained by the constructs of law.”

“And even without my cooperation, you can temporarily induce its manifestation.”

Indeed, it was peculiar.

Judging from this, within the design of this perfect masterpiece of law, the Dark Moon seemed to be more than just trapped energy coal.

While acknowledging the Witch’s judgment, Fu Qian found the situation rather fascinating.

If it wasn’t hunted, could the rebirth of the laws include some will of that being after all these years?

“At least for now, there are no signs of Its continued existence.”

The Witch seemed to perceive Fu Qian’s thoughts, softly sighed while shaking her head once more.

“Moreover, regardless of how the constructs of law resurface, by today, it has functioned and flourished for quite some time and will soon conclude with my impending death.”

Readily admitting she hadn’t much time left, the Witch didn’t hide her curiosity.

“Yet until now, I haven’t detected any suspicious changes, making it hard to believe it’s a targeted conspiracy.”

Just as mentioned earlier, the Mother was merely a title; a more precise description would be the root and seed, with the Witch showing no familial bonds when analyzing the situation.

“If there has to be a subjective intent, could it be to attract the Hunters who’ve already departed back once more?”

To this confusion, Fu Qian casually offered a bit of mental assistance.

“Given the Stars Association is so dangerous, any commotion here might still have some probability of grabbing attention, right?”

“Although the time is relatively short, we can’t entirely rule it out… but what’s the point?”

The Witch didn’t dismiss the risk Fu Qian mentioned.

“I don’t know, but if we’re unfortunate enough to attract something, we might glean some information from the subsequent reactions.”

“Regarding unavoidable risks, that’s indeed an optimistic approach.”

While once again lauding the Temple Knight, the Witch moved straight ahead towards the painting, whilst odd warnings didn’t escape her mind.

“Alright, it’s time to go to the next place, hold on and don’t fall.”