Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 2188: Chapter 2183: From Nightmare to Doomsday

"And the process was quite smooth, as if the barrier didn’t exist."

Though knowing Mrs. Harper is actually sharp-eared and sharp-eyed, Fu Qian casually shared despite the Witch’s astonishment.

Because it was also clear at a glance that the Witch had already handled it effortlessly, with no need to worry about scaring anyone.

"The barrier doesn’t exist..."

The old lady wasn’t scared, but this information seemed to have brought some impact to the Dark Moon Cult Leader.

"I still can’t grasp it from my side."

Always a doer, the Witch immediately gave a conclusion, shaking her head the moment after speaking to herself.

Clearly, within this brief moment, she had tried to confirm Fu Qian’s situation, but the result was undetectable.

"Looks like the situation is indeed quite unusual."

Fu Qian wasn’t too surprised at this result, merely nodding slightly.

"Though the reason isn’t clear yet, I just encountered a special entity, who theoretically should only exist in the place I pass through each time on my return."

Fu Qian was fairly sure of this, partly due to the strong déjà vu of the silver door and Lord Destiny Snake’s disdain for the warehouse.

On the other hand, there’s the warehouse’s previously stated fact that the Superior Beings in the Nightmare Corridor can never come out in any way.

In any case, though the situation is strange, the current task experience broke the previous exploration deadlock, providing some interesting variation for the next step.

Just as relaxing during tea doesn’t delay work.

Of course, it’s a pity that regarding another point, no meaningful information was ultimately obtained—when the task first started, was the hanging water scene really pure coincidence?

The mysterious clinic remains elusive, and that old man with a scythe is truly low-key.

Oh?

This is undoubtedly another major piece of news.

The Witch always knew that with every second Fu Qian traveled here, he carried an increasing negative effect, forcing him deeper into a special place; she specially warned him before.

It was only when Fu Qian insisted it was okay that the overall pace was slowed.

"The thing within you continues to accumulate, the pace is slow, but there seems to be no fundamental difference from last time."

While surprised, the Witch continued drawing conclusions, motioning the ongoing negative state on Fu Qian.

"That’s good."

Though he long leaned toward this result, Fu Qian was still quite pleased as he nodded.

Originally planned, whether it’s Brother Interlocutor or Alarakir, he wouldn’t mind catching up, let alone the addition of Lord Destiny Snake.

Though in this task summary, that figure was listed in the kill list, Fu Qian clearly remembers the modifier before Destiny Snake—behind the door.

The warehouse’s description should be fairly accurate, and this modifier is likely not added without reason.

Characters like such swindlers are usually hard to kill.

...

"So before that, what is your plan?"

Regarding the Temple Knight’s reckless behavior, the Witch glanced sideways but didn’t comment.

Given the Knight’s current strength, being injured without a sound like this suggests astonishing involvement behind it.

However, she restrained her curiosity, respecting the person’s choice and directly confirming the next step.

Given such changes, adjustments in actions are clearly needed.

"Then in this World Within the Painting, there’s no particular change?"

Fu Qian casually confirmed as he scrutinized the opposite side.

Mrs. Harper had already brought back some dessert, savoring it slowly with tea.

Upon close observation, the dessert looked familiar; it was the type young Anke bought before.

Remembering the old lady once advised a richer nutrition intake, it turns out now she’s buying it herself—perhaps part of her remembrance?

Recalling the previous statement "a human rather than a Saint," Fu Qian sighed internally.

Of course, though the taste seemed good, the old lady showed no intention of sharing it with the two opposite her.

Her relaxed posture as if she’d already forgotten the existence of the two visitors—likely truly forgotten.

The mental aspect of selective ignoring may not be easy elsewhere, but in the reborn Leytin, it’s a technique commonly mastered by the Bloodline Clan.

Now, nearly equivalent to a custom server, the Witch transformed the Stars Association into "Dark Moon Law," how difficult is it to replicate this within the World Within the Painting?

"No, do you want to go out and see if there’s any change?"

The Witch instantly understood Fu Qian’s intent.

"Yes, if it’s really drawing near, there should be some signs, right? If you have recommended places, it’s even better."

Fu Qian nodded.

His meaning was simple: as a concealed sanctuary, the "world within a painting" inherently aims to minimize external interference.

If any activity occurs between the two worlds, going outside would more likely reveal clues.

This "outside" is even further than the prior nightmare exploration; it’s within that true doomsday.

"A reasonable thought, previously utilized with integrated nightmare perception, but no findings yet, we can use this opportunity to take a look."

Having no objection to the plan adjustment, while speaking, the Witch’s gaze fell onto the plate of desserts too.

"But indeed it’s a bit chaotic outside, are you sure you don’t want to slightly restore your condition?"

"Makes sense."

Agreeing readily, Fu Qian immediately reached out and grabbed a piece from the plate to eat.

"The taste is quite good, try it."

...

Faced with this way of supplementing nutrition, both the Witch and Mrs. Harper seemed to share a similar attitude.

But seeing Fu Qian enjoy the sweetness, the Witch didn’t hold back the next moment.

"Indeed nice, thanks for the treat."

After savoring it and swallowing, while complimenting the taste, she stood up, addressing the opposite side.

"We’ll come back next time."

Knowing well that the Witch had lifted restrictions, Fu Qian followed suit, also greeting the slightly dazed Mrs. Harper.

"Welcome, preferably after lunch."

But just for a moment, the old lady quickly chuckled and bid them farewell.

...

"So why do we still need this thing?"

As soon as they stepped out, they were already in another grand hall, precisely where the Dark Moon Sect originated.

Feeling the deserted world around, Fu Qian asked the Witch about the item she had taken out.

The brain fork, an item recently used.

Even before his words ended, the Witch was already piercing it into her hand again, explaining with a smile.

"From nightmare to doomsday, isn’t it quite reasonable?"

Illusory nightmares surged out, quickly engulfing them.