Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 2410: Chapter 2405: The Prophet Is Dead (16)

The concept of destiny is truly indescribable.

Fu Qian wasn’t speaking nonsense; he was genuinely prepared to enlighten this individual in his hand.

Mankind is often like lost lambs, ensnared by desires, anger, and ignorance.

Sitting but hesitant to ascend the stairs is proof, as is the one who just lunged forward.

Fortunately, he encountered him, offering a chance to resolve.

Of course, the heavenly way offers no free lunches.

His return is to help verify the effect of entering the gate.

"You want to throw him in? It would indeed be a use of value.

"But from previous reactions, as long as a complete body enters the gate, the person instantly disappears, with no exceptions."

Crystal had already reacted at this moment, immediately approving this choice, feeling no cruelty.

The significance is hard to say; for the Sheep-headed Demon, it might not even count as persecution.

"How about cutting off a piece and throwing it in?"

Fu Qian was pondering as many possibilities.

"Likewise, even High-level Extraordinary beings lose their senses."

It turns out everyone hasn’t been idle during this time; these tests have already been conducted.

"Indeed fascinating."

With a slight nod, Fu Qian had already stepped into the building.

...

Very empty.

It turned out to be like the eye of a typhoon; outside, heroes and villains watched, but inside the building, it seemed deserted.

Even the elevator used last time had stopped functioning, forcing a choice of the emergency stairway.

No surprise, though theoretically closer to the door, the view was significantly poorer; staying inside felt uneasy.

Even as Crystal stepped in, she appeared notably more silent.

For a moment, aside from the sound of ascending the stairs, only the struggle of the Sheep-headed Demon in hand added a touch of life to the heavy atmosphere.

Fu Qian didn’t forget to exercise fire safety, carefully avoiding any errant flames that might ignite the aging building.

"Everything really is gone."

The process proved smooth, no further hindrances arose.

Upon reaching the eighth floor, Fu Qian quickly validated Crystal’s words.

It wasn’t just the room cleared out; the Prophet’s former dwelling seemed directly erased, a void.

Looking ahead, there was only the door on the exterior wall.

From this angle, both size and style matched perfectly with before.

The only issue, looking through the door didn’t reveal the outside world; instead, endless fog prevailed.

[Enter, and gain freedom]

Including the lone line beside it, aligned perfectly with Crystal’s statement.

Aside from these two, the rest was an assortment of items.

Not broken furniture, but blood and ashes, oddly colored oils, even semi-melted bones...especially clustered before the door.

Clearly, besides throwing people in, other tests had been conducted.

Possibly even rituals.

...

"I haven’t been inside for some time."

Crystal clearly noticed the same scene, speaking again with a somewhat subdued voice.

It was evident she wasn’t too surprised by this scene, but it added a touch of malice to the door and the lone line.

"How to contact you, then?"

Fu Qian stood before the door, not intending to respond to her statement.

"Do you think I’m so naive? You don’t seem to need to contact me, right?"

Though filled with goodwill, Crystal’s tightened brow pointed out their blatant exploitative relationship.

Clearly, for her, witnessing Fu Qian’s reaction post-entry was already sufficient reward.

She didn’t expect the other to return with anything to share.

"In case I think of something to utilize you for?"

Understanding this point entirely, that moment Fu Qian nodded, casually speaking.

...

Was that a bit too honest?

As the saying goes, when the devil grows taller, that moment Grand Fate Ming Emperor’s words brought strong shock.

He didn’t make meaningless promises but directly reminded Crystal she had utility value, making contact seem reasonable.

"Indeed..."

After taking a deep breath, Crystal agreed with this viewpoint, though not forgetting to turn away.

Not surprising; would you really expect no one to follow?

Fu Qian understood the gesture well; as said before, this place is now the centerpiece in the Unseen Hillock’s setup.

Superheroes and super villains, perhaps not idle enough to stop the two, but wouldn’t overlook this moment.

"Take this."

However, concerns were only momentary; Crystal’s resolve was clear.

With her words, her sharp teeth quickly elongated, mouth exaggeratedly agape, instantly transforming into a werewolf appearance.

Still with human hands, reaching into her mouth, she finally pinched out a shiny item with two fingers.

...

Admittedly, it’s very exquisite.

Facing the offered item, Fu Qian didn’t hesitate, readily accepting it.

It was slightly larger than a tooth, resembling pale green amber.

Its overall shape was akin to a shard of ice, with its contents being the delicacy.

Realistically proportioned, it depicted a nude human female, lifelike.

Though similar in hair color, it didn’t resemble Crystal too closely.

Anyhow, its seriousness conveyed its complexity.

"With this, as long as you’re in this city, I can sense you...even outside of here, in necessity, you may try to crush it, seeking a connection."

Having calmed emotions, Crystal explained the item’s purpose, even displaying a hint of reluctance in her eyes.

"Understood."

Not questioning, Fu Qian promptly secured it.

This item almost certainly had a unique link to Crystal; given its extraction method, if not for its slightly improper shape, it would nearly be suspected of Golden Core Great Success.

Furthermore, experts aren’t easily deceived by minor actions; to Fu Qian, Crystal’s extraction was mostly theatrical.

If it were casually plucking a tooth, well and good; from this view, the amber was likely grasped from the Void.

As someone experienced in limited maneuver operation, that moment Fu Qian instinctively felt the amber belonged to a concept lock piece, retrievable from anywhere.

Crystal, considering the numerous onlookers, disguised the process slightly.

All in all, not a bad thing; if truly such a lock, it made the described effect more believable.

"Don’t move, let me bestow some destiny upon you."

No longer glancing at Crystal, at that moment lifting the Sheep-headed Demon, Fu Qian instructed calmly, stepping through the door.