Chapter 1339: Chapter 1337: The Dominator’s High-End Techniques
The West District Church under the night sky stood majestically and quietly.
Given that the wings were based on the template from the Angel Dungeon, the gliding effect wasn’t particularly good.
In the end, Fu Qian descended from the sky in a manner slightly different from free fall, landing stylishly.
However, even in such an unsubtle way, it still didn’t attract much attention.
Not surprising, it was only a matter of ti before the high-hat elder, who was heavily injured at his hands, was discovered.
The Saints of The Sect, it’s likely that many are now conducting a carpet search in the Intersecting Realm set by the Bloodline Clan.
And after landing, Fu Qian wasted no ti, snapped his fingers, the Blood Conquest activated, and when he reappeared, he was already in the sight of a pair of cuddling lovers.
They even seed vaguely familiar, they were here yesterday as well.
Truly spirited young people, whether or not it’s truly nightfall, they promptly appear as soon as visibility drops.
Amidst admiration, Fu Qian jumped once more.
And just like yesterday, until he was far away, the couple still hadn’t realized what they had just seen.
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Sure enough, the defense wasn’t very tight.
The place for night duty was, of course, the currently employed art gallery.
As guessed, it was completely sealed off, with no light seeping through, rely a few dedicated monitors around the building.
Not even a single stationed Saint could be seen.
This ultimately led to the result that twenty seconds later, Fu Qian had already reached a familiar corner.
Indeed, it was still there.
Looking at his ink masterpiece, Fu Qian stepped forward two steps, standing as he did the first ti he appeared here.
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The Sanctuary within the Withering of Ti was also a creation of ancient law.
After two days, this once-hidden painting seed to have a more precise explanation.
Both the Heaven’s Comncent Institute-recognizing The Sect and the self-proclaid Godson Bloodline Clan unanimously determined that it had lost its magic power.
As an expert in law, combining this judgnt with previous statents, it was clearly quite authoritative.
It seed that in one search after another, all he found was a trace of existence.
Even the Witch expressed similar sentints when leaving last ti.
Withering was an established ending, yet she was gratified that the process had beco more natural.
So there was no reversed-world nightmare, he walked amid the embers left in the wake of ti’s withering, dood never to touch the world inside the painting again.
His gaze fell on the crimson mark, and Fu Qian extended the right hand that had left it, snapping his fingers.
The Clear Dream Ring instantly enveloped the surroundings.
Reality perhaps was harsh, but it clearly didn’t understand the Master of the Dream Realm enough.
Calling you a Nightmare, you’d best be one.
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Inside and outside the dream, it was equally serene, with only the scuffling of vermin within the walls.
Considering the conditions, the sanitation level of the art gallery was still sowhat lacking.
This ti, the range of the Clear Dream Ring was kept particularly limited by Fu Qian, covering almost only this small corner.
The core of the dream, without a doubt, was himself.
And unsurprisingly, the painting in the dream showcased nothing special.
Similar thods, be it in the church or the Bloodline Clan, had probably already been tried.
Not to ntion its substance, which fundantally remained in the real world.
Without spending even a millisecond on disappointnt, Fu Qian’s body beneath the cloak transford once more.
But this ti, it wasn’t the Tyrant who had a targeted effect on the law, but the true embodint of Calamity, the Abandonnt King.
Facing the advent of an Ancient Deity for the first ti, even the personally controlled Clear Dream Ring rippled in layers, seemingly on the verge of collapse.
At the sa ti, triggering the Mythical Form with full force for the second ti that night, Fu Qian seed to feel his body creaking, uncertain whether he or the dream would give way first.
So he’d best hurry.
Stabilizing the dream, Fu Qian had once again entered the perspective of the Authority Controller.
The painting and fra, the ground and walls.
Everything in the painting, the footprints not completely erased from the floor.
And even beyond the building, the Stars Association that lood distantly but didn’t directly shine.
Countless abstract concepts erged in his will, even dividing into dream and reality versions.
With this perspective, he seed to better understand the unchangeability of reality.
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Still a little blurry.
Identifying the various concepts, Fu Qian took out a fine wine, drinking this gain from his practice in one go.
The crimson wine, rich and llow.
The taste of this small bottle was indeed as wondrous as Bally had described.
And although the effect of slight intoxication didn’t have much impact on the Abandonnt King, with the wine downed, Fu Qian better understood why the Bloodline Clan held the Godson in high regard.
It was a peculiar sensation, the stars were right before his eyes, even the supre laws that stirred when they twinkled seed within reach.
But only seed.
Fu Qian distinctly felt a rejection from the latter.
Like rcury to glass, it could touch, but not perate.
He didn’t attribute this to a side effect of the Abandonnt King, more so inclined that it stemd from himself.
Forcibly coming here with the side effect of the Nightmare Corridor, being fundantally different in so aspects from the natives was entirely normal.
Thus, even upon receiving this reward post-mission, Fu Qian had never drunk it, then hoped to learn ten or so Taboo Decrees from the proximity to the Stars Association.
Including now, it’s the sa.
For Fu Qian, having the Stars Association close at hand was enough.
This exchange with the Bloodline Clan, aside from the rewarding discussions, Fu Qian was also intrigued by the thods they were forced to employ under increased difficulty to maintain their grandeur.
A parallel to reality that could be freely accessed and exited.
If in a similar situation, what if the Stars Association in reality aberrated?
At the mont, whether it’s the Clear Dream Ring or its corresponding reality, the Stars Association was undoubtedly behaving normally.
You could even feel their closeness to him, the so-called stars shining into the dream.
The world’s laws were omnipresent, not just a re saying.
In a mont of reflection, Fu Qian, with the Calamity Authority view of the Abandonnt King, selected the concept of “the starry sky corresponding to the dream range in reality”.
Considering that the starry sky didn’t directly illuminate, the latter was quite abstract, a mixture of the Stars Association and flickering law concepts.
This is also why Fu Qian previously ntioned that it was a little blurry.
But with the aid of fine wine, it beca much easier, saving a few seconds of locking ti at the least with this proximity.
After accurately pinpointing this concept, the orange eyeless pupil symbolizing calamity slowly opened under Fu Qian’s gaze.
Slow, but sufficient.
Silently timing, Fu Qian patiently awaited the pupil’s dilation to a certain extremity.
At the instant calamity erupted, the stars ceased twinkling against the deep blue night veil.
And in the next mont, their magnificence multiplied, emanating from each, streaking chaotically, and transforming into teors across the entire sky.
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