Chapter 1653: Chapter 1668: Depth of the Fallen
To maintain a high profile, one must be able to handle it.
The relationship between the tree and the “Holy Land” is a core issue that Fu Qian has never forgotten.
Unfortunately, even though Brother Sanxun had such a grand montum, he still lacked the courage to answer.
“Then I will change the question, as long as one continuously abides by the rules, can they get closer to the core of the Holy Land?”
“For example, Old Master Huang Leji and the others?”
The awkward situation lasted for a breath’s ti, yet Fu Qian did not force the issue and chose to switch to the next topic.
If the tree and the Holy Land belong to different realms, then for the latter that suddenly appeared, Fu Qian is more inclined to consider what caused it.
After all, in the last Evil On incident, there was no sign of it or any trace of the Cycle Enforcers.
It seems that this trigger should not be the complete concealnt of the tree, as, according to Tan Mingxue’s statent, there is clearly a ti difference between the two.
If Brother Sanxun could help resolve this puzzle, it would undoubtedly be welcod.
“Why don’t you give it a try, haha…”
Unfortunately, Brother Sanxun seed unwilling to answer any more questions.
After a brief silence, he ended this duel between swindlers with a suggestion followed by a string of laughter.
It even seed that he himself gained sothing, like learning to ignore the other party’s reaction and walk away directly.
Before the laughter ended, his body had already dissolved into hundreds and thousands of “butterflies” again.
“SAN Points decrease by 1.”
Of course, a farewell ssage was still given.
…
This grand law of reducing SAN points seed to require a certain amount of ti to build up strength.
All gatherings eventually disperse, though they seed like old acquaintances at first sight, Fu Qian did not forcefully retain them, rely silently contemplating the gains of this journey amidst the given tips.
From just then until now, Brother Sanxun has appeared twice, and I have collectively lost 5 tis 8 SAN Points.
This thod of directly exposing innermost secrecy and speaking words of truth that co true undeniably carries a high level of sophistication.
Unfortunately, for soone like myself who still possesses a three-digit SAN value, it truly isn’t that intimidating.
Brother Sanxun, having tried multiple tis by now, should already notice this point.
If he aid to build urgency and make realize the seriousness of the current situation, then clearly he needs to exert more effort.
Of course, this is a relatively mild guess.
We cannot rule out the possibility that he indeed planned on making an idiot.
But if that were the case, shouldn’t he exert more effort?
All in all, regarding this causal-level Technique of Life Breaking, Fu Qian feels it isn’t that terrifying.
At its current efficiency, it should be Brother Sanxun’s limit.
And this wasn’t the only gain from the communication just now.
From so overly grand statents regarding “true power” and “wildness,” it feels like this third enforcer might more likely be a predecessor from the warehouse who attained enlightennt and conversion.
He seems quite eager to let delve deeper, like what he appreciates in Old Master Huang Leji and the others are doing.
Which makes the intention thought-provoking.
Of course, thinking without learning leads to danger; with too little information, just contemplating won’t solve problems, why not seek soone to learn from, for example—
As blood mist rises, Fu Qian’s body instantly vanishes on the spot.
In the next mont, he is traversing another dinsion, crossing the broken walls ahead and even the intact walls further behind.
Including columns, spiral staircases, round windows, layer upon layer of wooden fras…
He follows a straight path directly aiming at a corner of this ancient structure, appearing by a wall from it.
“Let confirm once again, you really haven’t been to this eerie place before?”
And almost at the sa ti, a certain voice that’s dignified despite being old ca from that direction.
…
Sure enough, this too is a forbidden action.
Easily recognizing the displeasure of Old Master Huang Leji, and even aware of a larger team beside him than the previous digging group, Fu Qian’s attention imdiately focuses on himself.
Thousand wounds, punctured holes, even two quantifiers now precisely identify.
The Blood Conquest wasn’t hindered initially, yet the walking process in between, each step was costlier, even exaggerated compared to the reverse upstream.
Adding the exhaustion from the Blood Conquest itself, Fu Qian feels like a brush saturated with blood, sweeping through violence all along.
Though the result seems worthwhile to him.
He first efficiently found his subsequent reference fra.
As he gradually penetrates deeper, the surroundings beco more adherent to reality, while the obstacles to perception simultaneously beco realistic, no longer so exaggerated as before.
So much that during the recent exchange with Brother Sanxun, Fu Qian got to cross layers of obstacles, not so laboriously, discovering a group of living people clustered together.
In the end, he opted to bypass the interdiary complex routes, efficiently arriving through such ans.
As for the second gain, although this current “Holy Land” has stringent and strange rules, it doesn’t seem inclined to directly prohibit “illegal” actions but instead imposes severe punishnt on violators.
In other words, as long as one can afford the price, they will have many things to utilize.
Of course, that is for later discussion. Next, attention should be paid to the gains of the rescue team’s main forces.
At the mont, he chooses to appear in a relatively modestly decorated ears’ hall, only a wall away from the main army’s resting spot outside.
However, facing the slightly rusted door, Fu Qian does not imdiately open it, but instead looks down to examine himself.
While scar-ridden flesh can heal, clothes lack the ability to recover automatically.
Friends eting shouldn’t overly worry the other party.
After a hint of recollection, Fu Qian casually tore off the Blood Garnt, revealing an extending long robe of gold and white underneath.
Transforming flesh to clothing, he is increasingly adept at executing such acts now.
No doubt, this ti he impersonates the Cycle Enforcers.
Although not entirely emulating Brother Sanxun’s physique, Fu Qian even maintains Grimshaw’s genuine appearance without turning into a faceless man.
Ensuring the style once more, Fu Qian pulls up his hood and pushes open the door ahead.
Squeak—
The Depth of the Fallen grows ever more realistic; one can practically perceive the rust on the hinges through the sound of the opening door.
Fu Qian isn’t the sole person attuned to the sound.
The dispute behind the door, already interrupted by that sound, fell into a deathly silence.
Those proficient in sound positioning have their gaze uniformly focused on Fu Qian.
Naturally remaining fearless towards this, Fu Qian retains a gentle smile, slightly bows and walks into the considerably grander hall as if he had just rested beside like the Priest Saint.
“Sha Ming?”
Without waiting for the rescue team’s main forces to express, the next mont he glances at the one facing Old Master Huang Leji, casually confirming.
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