Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 1502: Chapter 1497: Human Tree (6)

"I only roughly know the direction; I still need to walk and see."

Without heading down the corridor, Aike, after transforming into a guide, almost continued along the path Fu Qian had chosen, carefully discerning various forks along the way.

"Understandable, after all, this place is really too big. Do you think the predicament we’re in is a nightmare or an illusion?"

Faced with Aike’s explanation, Fu Qian seemed to agree, nodding in assent while observing the surroundings, not hiding the doubts in his heart.

"What’s the current state of the Em House Palace in reality?"

"That’s indeed an interesting question, but unfortunately, until now, there’s too little to reference."

Almost soundlessly, something drifted past the slightly ajar door, and Demigod Aike didn’t even turn his head, softly speaking.

The two were gradually descending, visibly reaching a place she hadn’t been before.

Upon entering an unfamiliar environment, the path-opening Aike clearly turned her flesh and blood into a certain special state.

Not only did she move quietly, but even a light step was enough to span a considerable distance.

From Fu Qian’s perspective, she herself seemed to be walking like a ghost in this eerie courtyard.

"But one thing can be certain, if it really is a nightmare, the force constructing it must be of a very high ranking."

Behind the door was a more lonely inner corridor, exquisite and luxurious but dimly lit.

Relying on excellent body control, Fu Qian also slipped through the door gap, without touching a speck of dust.

Upon catching up with Aike standing in front, she was silently gazing into the depths of the building.

Perhaps due to its internal location, the corridor overall looked brighter than the outside, without exaggerated signs of age.

But in its place was a more vibrant and colorful atmosphere of decay.

Every few steps, the originally uninterrupted line of luxurious wallpaper was marked from top to bottom with mildew stains, as if water leakage had persisted for decades, full of moist vitality.

...

"Why say that?"

While admiring such a scene, Fu Qian did not forget to casually ask, supporting Demigod Aike’s statement.

"Not only because I’ve also been trapped, but more importantly, some existences are different from humans; they normally don’t dream."

The scene seemed to evoke a complex emotion in Aike, who, after glancing at Fu Qian, extended an index finger to tap her forehead.

The originally hard skull, surprisingly with the touchpoint as the center, emitted ripples that stirred, while the flesh below lost its color.

"You transformed yourself into a non-human form but still couldn’t escape?"

Fu Qian’s surprise lasted only half a second; then, he seemed to realize something and asked.

"That’s right, in fact, it’s the first thing I tried."

For Fu Qian’s exhibited perception along the way, Demigod Aike seemed to be unsurprised and even somewhat satisfied with his lack of concealment.

"So you’d better pray this isn’t a nightmare, otherwise what you need to face to escape might be very scary."

A rational deduction.

Nodding slightly, Fu Qian acknowledged the statement.

The previous metaphor really was fitting; at that moment, Demigod Aike seemed to be undergoing a transformation towards something similar to ghosts.

Such a marvelous ability, but this change naturally reminded Fu Qian of his Brilliant Tyrant that excels against such existences.

Currently, it seems that this change only occurs within himself.

Among the reasons, it is intriguing.

"Hurry up, the crying is getting louder."

Unfortunately, the time for contemplation wasn’t much; after a brief observation, Aike was once again on her journey, swiftly traversing the corridor.

"The direction should be right; if we continue, we’ll be able to see what the place meant for the baby’s cradle looks like now."

...

"It should be right... how could it be?"

Unfortunately, with Fu Qian providing rations and shadows following, when Demigod Aike spoke again, his words were already marred by hesitation.

The gloomy inner corridor was indeed long, arrived at a corner after running for a while, and this was almost the tenth corner.

Unfortunately, even after passing through another door, there was still no sign of reaching the end.

"Purely from the direction, although there are forks, it’s not a maze designed to lead us in circles."

Given the circumstances, Fu Qian timely provided his judgment.

"We are indeed moving inside the building along a certain direction, but the distance is somewhat abnormal."

"Moreover, uncertain if it’s due to the crying, my perception is steadily being compressed; the range is quite limited now. Can you confirm if the building beyond the walls is normal?"

While speaking, Fu Qian pointed to both sides with his fingers.

"Regrettably, I’m just like you."

Fu Qian’s sharing brought Aike back from brief distraction.

"It seems the situation is heading towards the least optimistic outcome, not simply a decayed abandoned place; some high-level force has clandestinely infiltrated this building and is exerting influence in an imperceptible manner, what’s wrong?"

In a tone of serious narration, Aike suddenly noticed his companion’s gaze resting in an odd location.

"Indeed hidden."

Facing the Demigod’s query, Fu Qian signaled with his chin towards the left side of the other’s body.

This...

Realizing something, Aike turned to scrutinize her now wooden left hand.

On the originally smooth and round surface, certain spots surprisingly had an additional layer of dark green moss.

Since when...

"We can’t keep going like this."

This very Unity-of-Heaven-and-Man-like transformation seemed to finally make Aike resolute.

Stopping without proceeding further, she moved to the side and pressed her hand against the damp wall.

Slash!

Maintaining this action for less than half a second, with a wave of her hand came a crisp ripping sound.

The wall, originally appearing quite solid, was unexpectedly torn open like a poster, revealing the space behind.

Truly fascinating.

Witnessing such a wonderful transformation, Fu Qian watched admiringly.

The wall was obviously not made of paper; it seemed Demigod Aike employed her ability, directly causing some alteration.

Magically, indeed, but crude nonetheless.

Clearly, under psychological and physical stress, she could no longer hold back, preparing for a violent resolve.

Unfortunately...

Squinting slightly, the next moment Fu Qian stepped forward, standing beside the dazed Demigod Aike, jointly observing the eerie scene behind the wall.

Luxurious, deep, moldy smell—there it was, yet another wet, decaying inner corridor leading to an unknown destination.