Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 2409: Chapter 2404: The Prophet Is Dead (15)

It’s not surprising, the enthusiasm for pilgrimage among everyone is indeed visible.

Although Crystal’s reminder was somewhat abrupt, at that moment neither of them hesitated in their steps.

And casually glancing around, Fu Qian even already saw the building where Yuan Fang once lived.

The destination is very near, and Crystal was indeed right; this is the busiest block in Unseen Hillock.

People of various outfits and styles, as well as humanoid creatures we saw last time we came, can be felt increasing in density with every step.

Including a zeal for life as well.

Originally a bit restless, perhaps influenced by the psychological effect of a new era arriving, at a glance, it feels like everyone is somewhat delirious.

Shouting, jumping, walking naked, even marked with patterns of paint and bodily fluids...

The most conspicuous of all, undeniably, are the shattered or even burnt carriages, and people surrounded by smoke and fire.

At this moment, it’s still the deep night, and at a glance it seems like a bonfire party.

It’s not surprising, as a certain Clown once said, the whole Unseen Hillock is incredibly dull, and the carriages are a typical representation of this, constantly reminding everyone of the predetermined fate.

Finally breaking free from all this, people choose to destroy these things and enjoy the process; it’s entirely normal psychology.

And similar scenes, the closer they get to Prophet Mansion, the more intense the density, edging towards it.

Although truly arriving at the foot of the building, the crowd instead sparsely thins out, quite reminiscent of the feeling of fear upon returning home.

The fact is that such a spectacular sketch, if there were no experts secretly observing, would indeed be odd.

In Fu Qian’s view, at this moment, that Mist Gate can be likened to a wound stabbed into the body of Unseen Hillock.

It not only induces inflammation and fever, drawing the city’s vitality towards this place, but this balance is also quite fragile and could break at any moment.

After all, whether it’s the justice camp or the evil camp, they might huddle and wait for changes, but most likely are just lurking nearby.

And it’s perfectly normal for them to attract attention as they and Crystal have hardly changed their appearance.

"Don’t worry about them, we’ll go directly."

Not to mention Fu Qian didn’t even bother to hide the purpose of this trip, facing Crystal’s reminder, directly expressing his eagerness to act as a tool with no hesitation.

The only pity is from this angle, he can’t see the room Yuan Fang lived in, making it hard to confirm whether the window is gone.

...

"They indeed won’t stop us, but you’re confident enough to handle the dangers behind the door?"

As a member of High-level Extraordinary, Crystal naturally can empathize with the mindset of observers lurking in the dark.

But the undeniable sense of mission from the Grand Fate Ming Emperor seems to make her feel a bit uneasy.

A group of people merely looking from the side yet not entering has a reason, all who tried ended with no return, implying an undeniable possibility of facing worse than ordinary death behind there.

"No, but you have even less confidence, right?"

To this, Fu Qian chuckled, suggesting many things are judged comparatively.

"Firstly, I have the richest experience in this field, making it easier to make an appreciation."

In the next instant, he began dissecting several small points in detail.

"Secondly, as an outsider, at least I know the way from outside to here. If those people ahead of us just went out and couldn’t find their way back, then I can clearly avoid this.

"Finally, it’s hard to say which camp I belong to, hardly having any interests entangled with anyone, so even if I never return, it won’t have much impact on the current situation."

Transforming oneself into a tool is no mere idle talk.

To achieve anything in this regard, one must be relentless with themselves.

The previous analysis is no empty talk, from Fu Qian’s perspective, this situation really is destined for him, with irreplaceable value.

This moment can truly be called a mutual endeavor, fulfilling everyone’s expectations——there really is no window anymore.

During the conversation, the two had already turned a corner, and Fu Qian finally saw the long-missed room 802.

Sure enough, what was once a lake-view balcony is now completely sealed.

Only a wide-open door remains on the outer wall, like a gateway leading to Heaven Country.

...

Admittedly, it does appear quite special looking at it like this, no wonder everyone’s watching.

Of course, more special still is walking through amidst everyone’s gaze like this.

Looking at the corner now so different from his memories, Fu Qian felt as if before his eyes, everything seemed somewhat unreal.

Not even concealing his identity as an outsider, the two’s excessively open conversation throughout drew even more focus.

Besides the hidden experts, even passersby were watching.

Regardless of their initial frenzy or stupor, all eyes gather.

For Fu Qian, he can even clearly sense the complex emotions within.

Such is the marvel of human nature; no matter how fearful one is to advance, as long as a newcomer strides forward, significant unpleasantness is triggered.

Sigh—

Very quickly, someone has already expressed this.

A figure formerly sprawled in a lamb roasting posture among some carriage wreckage, now emerges with a blaze and fire, carrying a splendid stream of light.

So was this all just posturing? This fire-bather really has ideas.

This movement Fu Qian naturally captured casually, even recognizing the construct of that being.

Apart from unusually unique bone structure, it truly had a sheep’s head, clearly belonging to the humanoid roles mentioned earlier, even slightly resembling legendary Demons.

The radiant orange is exhibited by the seemingly continuously burning flesh inside his body, tearing through skin.

Additionally, it’s hard to say what his intent is; although four-footed pouncing, flames burning, accuracy wasn’t quite spot on.

He did not directly target Fu Qian, only swiping his sharp claws across the Grand Fate Ming Emperor mask—huh!

How could such a thing be allowed to act rashly, at that moment the attacker’s neck was already grabbed tightly.

...

"It must be just his own stupidity."

One pounce, one grab, the entire process was so natural, Fu Qian’s steps didn’t even halt.

As he carried his catch forward, this unexpected occurrence clearly made Crystal somewhat embarrassed.

After all, as a representative of the native inhabitants, she confidently claimed earlier that the action wouldn’t be obstructed.

"Agreed."

Fu Qian did not doubt her assertion.

The appearance of this one is abstract indeed, yet his strength is indeed weak.

The High-level Extraordinary lurking in the shadows, should they wish to test the outsiders’ prowess, would hardly choose such a character.

"What are you going to do with him?"

And at this point, Crystal clearly realized that Fu Qian surprisingly wasn’t in a rush to dispose of this offender, even carrying him straight to the foot of the building.

"Grant him freedom."

Fu Qian didn’t even turn back.