Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 1937: Chapter 1932: Hide-and-Seek Game

"But where did Dad go?"

The conversation continued, with a somewhat childish response added in.

The figure of Su Gao in front still didn’t move, and Fu Qian believed she was also listening.

"He went to the church and will be back when it gets light."

The initial voice answered naturally.

"But when exactly will it get light?"

The child didn’t sound very pleased.

"Very soon, as long as you quietly sleep for a while, it will be light... But the other kids definitely can’t hold out as long as you, so by then, you’ll definitely get the prize...

"Mom will sing you a song..."

The brief but evocative conversation quickly ended, followed by the same melody that had always been humming, along with gentle patting.

"We’ve arrived at the end."

After briefly listening, Su Gao reported the current situation as well.

"I could tell."

For Fu Qian, there was no need to look, just listening to the sound, he knew there was a dead end ahead.

"In the direction we’re facing, there’s a painted door."

Of course, the information Su Gao provided next was clearly beyond expectations.

"Can you try to open it?"

Imagining that scene, Fu Qian naturally asked.

"I should be able to, it feels very special... But thinking about it this way, most likely what we’ve been seeing all the way here is indeed a dream."

Suu Gao’s judgment was quite positive, without being constrained by habitual thinking.

"Makes sense, it also explains why such high-level Extraordinary are limited in vision, because the Dream’s owner thinks what’s inside the coffin shouldn’t be discovered.

"Moreover, the voices just now might indicate that the actions we’ve taken all the way here have already touched certain limits of this dream, and any further step might wake us up."

Fu Qian agreed with Su Gao’s idea, even using knowledge related to the Master of the Dream Realm to try to explain the current situation.

Wandering into the Dream is nothing strange; in the state of the ark, it’s inherently ’Transcendent,’ especially since the fundamental rules during the Long Night are likely already in disarray.

"But that means the outside could be even more dangerous, and there may not be a way back."

Though agreeing with the analysis, Su Gao seemed somewhat hesitant.

"So, are you going?"

Fu Qian just chuckled in response.

"Yes, but—"

"Then you’d better hold onto me a bit, don’t let me bump into the door frame."

Fu Qian interrupted casually.

Without reaching his initial intent, Su Gao was clearly not ready to give up easily.

Yet, at the same time, such a good opportunity to glimpse ancient secrets, he was also not going to give up easily.

If the speculation was true, everything experienced before might have all taken place in a child’s Mental World.

And believing Lady Nepheli didn’t have the courage to come here, this painstakingly designed journey of hers likely didn’t go as far as Fu Qian’s.

"Be careful."

In his thoughts, Su Gao obviously made a decision, and as she reminded him, Fu Qian’s hand was already being held up.

...

So the scene the ark first passed through might have really been the child’s home.

A slight ripple, and everything in front of and inside his mind suddenly became clear.

The suppression of vision and perception was gone, and at that moment, Fu Qian fully experienced the feeling of a blind person regaining sight, as if becoming whole again.

And in the restored view, even though the light remained dim, it didn’t hinder him from seeing the scene ahead clearly.

It wasn’t the kind of eerie ancient tomb; on the contrary, it felt very much like everyday life.

In the slightly low longhouse, various wooden furniture could be seen.

And it was easy to distinguish among them, some shapes were strikingly similar to those seen on the ark in "Giant Country."

Adopting the perspective of a child just learning to walk, everything suddenly made sense.

Meanwhile, in a corner of the longhouse, behind a curtain used as a partition, a wooden-framed bed could be seen.

The size was not small, clearly for family use.

However, the messy bed was empty now.

Instead, under the bed, which was obviously dug out, was a coffin of moderate size, stuffed there.

...

Without a doubt, it was a strange arrangement, and although the coffin was well-made, it was obviously impossible to block the perception of two High-level Extraordinary people.

Amidst the extremely faint humming, gentle patting was equally clear, but...

"Very chaotic... but I can still sense the path we came. There should be a way back."

Briefly pausing his gaze on the coffin, in the next moment, Su Gao looked towards another place, quickly confirming the current situation.

"Same here."

Fu Qian nodded; as a dream expert, sensing some things still wasn’t difficult.

Moreover, close to the speculation, the owner of the dream was lying in that coffin.

As for why Su Gao reacted the way she did, it was simple—only the owner of the dream lay inside.

The previous conversation, anyone’s first impression would be of a child’s father going out during the Long Night, with only the mother accompanying, fabricating a benevolent lie about a competition, so the child would willingly hide in the coffin.

But now, in the clear perception, there was only a small, curled-up body inside the coffin, and the endless humming had been coming from the child in a half-asleep, half-awake state.

The sound of patting was him clearly trying hard to lull himself to sleep.

The notion of a mother being beside him, much like that never-ending coffin passageway, simply belonged to a child’s manifestation of thought.

Why his parents thought it better for him to lie in such a peculiar place, perhaps they believed that symbols of death and darkness could protect him?

It’s not the first time witnessing humans abandoned in the night, struggling to survive by any means.

And although all windows and doors were tightly shut or even barricaded with planks, it wasn’t hard to see the moonless sky outside.

It seemed like they had truly arrived centuries ago.

"Can you feel anything else?"

Taking a couple of steps forward, gazing at the outside world that was more modest and low-key compared to the child’s dream, Fu Qian asked once again.

Theoretically, it had genuinely stepped into the Long Night, but the feeling was still similar to entering ancient recollections, a mere spectator without worrying about disturbing anyone when meeting the Progenitor of the Blood Clan, Annalise.

"And... the tide."

When asked, Su Gao stood still, and moments later, her voice became especially unique.

"An omnipresent tide, washing over everything..."

This was even possible?

The description of the tide was indeed classic, and Fu Qian almost instantly recalled several experiences in God’s Burial Ground, being drawn to a different sound emanating from Su Gao—

In this brief time, half of her body had shifted back to that porcelain-like texture, as if she transformed into a Mythical Form under stress.

And in the palm she was gazing down upon, fine cracks appeared out of nowhere, spreading outward continuously, accompanied by a distinct fracturing sound.