Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 1383: Chapter 1381 The Missing Essence

“Time is tight, so I drew it casually.”

Clearly, the witch did not indulge in the hope that Fu Qian would forget the location.

After realizing that her masterpiece had already been admired, she still maintained a tone of authority and explained nonchalantly.

“Casually… I must say, I did indeed grasp the theme from the painting.”

As a Knight of the Pontiff, Fu Qian was quite cooperative, seriously echoing her, and even went to the trouble of nodding his irregularly shaped head.

“Actually, I made some additions later on, care to take a look?”

Though it sounded like she was seeking an opinion, the witch had already stood up as she spoke.

The Insect Knight, unable to move independently, undoubtedly agreed with his actions.

…

“I can indeed feel that the elements have become much richer.”

The path from the hall to the studio wasn’t far, and the steps of the Pontiff and the Knight seemed slow yet swift.

Sprinting up the stairs, the dark colors fluttered, and soon the two core members of the Dark Moon Sect arrived at the dark room behind the small stained glass window.

This was also the founding place of the Dark Moon Sect.

The giant easel was still there, and the witch’s steps slowed down, leaning against the only chair.

The Temple Knight, who she held in front of her, earnestly looked up and down, acknowledging the additions.

As an upright knight, this was by no means a compromise to authority.

Although it was the same Leytin he had seen before, the content was obviously much richer.

Even the detail of the mist outside the city had a bit of addition.

One must admit, it was extraordinary. After escaping, the witch should have returned here for the first time.

Of course, these were all details. The most important was this new work by the Pontiff, which remained quite challenging to appreciate.

“And it has a strong personal style.”

Fortunately, the Temple Knight was far from ordinary, not even panting, as he gave another two acknowledgements.

“Although things are bizarre, one must admit the reenactment of ancient times is truly a miracle.”

And the Pontiff had his grace, not being overly demanding, nodding subtly while leading the topic to the profound meaning behind the work.

“Indeed, but it still feels somewhat lacking; on one hand, the time is short, on the other, the reenactment doesn’t seem very complete.”

In this regard, the Temple Knight had obviously given more thought.

“Incomplete, why do you say that?”

The witch showed clear interest in this statement.

“When I was practicing medicine in Leytin, I encountered a special case.”

Fu Qian’s tone was so natural, recalling his experience of abandoning medicine for the military.

“As an ordinary person, after offering his blood for the Bloodline Clan to taste, he received the law’s gift as a return.”

“Yet even with the guidance of a self-proclaimed Godson vampire, some inevitable distortion occurred.”

What Fu Qian was talking about, of course, was Miss Winslow’s two-dimensional beauty.

“To some extent, it can be explained as the law forcibly interpreting everything, just like the Awakeners in Leytin’s shadows.”

“But when I discussed this issue with the Bloodline Clan, using the method of elimination, we came to a hypothesis that hasn’t been disproved, which is that the law itself is distorted.”

“The final result is that aside from the ancient blessed ones returning to the world, all those newly blessed have various anomalies.”

“The former can maintain because the decree they grasp is inherently part of ‘reality.’ I’m more inclined to this judgment.”

While speaking, Fu Qian shook his head slightly.

“But here lies a problem. Earlier in that place, I did not feel any obvious distortion… Nobility, order, majesty, the reenacted law appeared quite perfect.”

“So as someone with closer contact, what are your feelings about this?”

…

“The situation you described does indeed exist; in fact, I’ve made similar judgments.”

Faced with Fu Qian sharing his findings from night visits to vampires, the witch quickly approved his statement.

“Including the fact that, upon close contact, the law does not seem to distort.”

“Until this awakening, when I reviewed the entire process, I finally discovered some special circumstances.”

“I must admit, the word ‘missing’ is quite precise.”

“The issue isn’t with the structure of the law, but with its essence, it remains supreme, yet has lost its foundation.”

“It’s quite difficult to describe accurately, but I’ve always had this feeling.”

The witch pointed at her own face.

“Even if my power can withstand consumption, if it keeps burning as fuel, given enough time, it will still distort.”

…

The essence, not the structure, was the problem.

The witch’s description was somewhat obscure, but for Fu Qian, who had been pondering the issue, it wasn’t that difficult to understand.

It’s like, one would still be struck by Lei for stealing, but not because it’s defined as illegal?

It’s merely that such actions lead to such results.

Lacking this essence, so when mapped to new members, transformations occurred more easily?

As expected, the emphasis repeatedly stressed when dealing with Fran and the others was—experience is important.

If it wasn’t for experiencing it through the witch, and her being a high-ranking figure herself, this subtle conceptual difference might be hard to detect.

So compared to the ancient glory, is this reenacted law essentially just a facade?

It does align with the nature of a dying flash… but now here’s the question, who caused this dying flash?

Who applied this stimulus?

“Currently, there’s no clue whatsoever.”

As if knowing what he was thinking, the witch shook her head slightly.

“And I can confirm that there’s no particular will within the law.”

“Perhaps it truly requires what you mentioned, if this anomaly draws any attention, then clues might be deduced from it—what is this?”

The voice suddenly halted, with unmistakable surprise in the witch’s tone.

A brilliant golden light was seeping from Fu Qian, who was admiring the artwork.

“The power form is quite similar, it’s hard to say there’s a fundamental difference. Where did you get it from?”

Watching herself turn golden like a freshly cooked Insect Knight, the witch undoubtedly grasped the key point.

The other party wanted her to compare the differences between the two.

“A tree that constantly rots while desperately wanting others to notice it.”

Having achieved his goal, Fu Qian immediately closed the Decree Residue, recalling his first experience as a Night Watchman consultant.

He had complete trust in the witch’s judgment.

It was truly fascinating how two worlds, in the truest sense, had such closely similar existences.

Perhaps it’s time to find a moment to visit his old acquaintance, Xi Yuan’s Huang Family.