"How is it special?"
Though this was the first ti in a while that they achieved normal communication, it didn’t impede the smoothness of their conversation.
Releasing his guiding hand, they stood side by side as Fu Qian casually confird the Witch’s statent.
Brother Zhao Ran had already contributed his own value, yet research still needed to continue.
In terms of expertise, the Witch was undeniably superior by more than one magnitude.
Overall, it was now that the real collaborative research was beginning.
"It is already quite incomplete, almost like a true corpse, but the form of power is indeed special—Is this the place where you’ve always lived?"
The Witch seed completely unperturbed, answering while leisurely strolling around the place.
The last question was an open expression of her curiosity, clearly with so anticipation for seeing the place where the Knight grew up.
"No, strictly speaking, it’s at least two dinsions apart from there."
Fu Qian shook his head and followed, strolling together.
"Then, the state of its existence is also unique; remote yet still within reality. Once entered, the outside’s related information is erased.
"It appears to have been here for many years, but the cause is uncertain. My guess is similar to yours, akin to so Superior Being’s remains."
Highly praised the Pontiff’s acuity, Fu Qian gestured to the four-handed symbol.
"Currently, two relatively clear pieces of information are this symbol seems related to the essence of power, and a suspected revered na—Other Shore."
"Other Shore... quite matches what I sense, but I’ve never heard this na."
The Witch quietly listened to the Knight’s report, repeating the na at the end.
"What about the Furnace?"
Fu Qian wasn’t discouraged, seeking confirmation.
"No."
The Witch continued shaking her head.
"Angel of Comfort?"
Fu Qian persisted despite defeat.
"No either, but this na does sound rather nice."
Once more admitting her ignorance, the Witch tilt her head and thoughtfully comnted.
"Moreover, I actually don’t sense the outside."
...
"Your perception is limited to the inside of Other Shore?"
As soon as she appeared, the Witch ntioned her form of existence was special and not sustainable, which didn’t surprise Fu Qian.
The barriers aren’t so easily broken.
Moreover, this world was clearly under so kind of protection, even the Mother of the Gospel was barred.
Even on the Witch’s side, with the starry sky barrier broken, he needed to use the Nightmare Corridor to travel back and forth, while enduring backlash.
Could conceive that bone chain’s connection to the Witch or Dark Moon was essential, swallowing strength could provide a similar anchoring effect.
Yet, the Witch before them could be considered a true arrival of a Superior Being.
If sacrificing a re Divine Beings’ corpse could achieve this degree, it seed sowhat exaggerated.
Now it appeared, the Witch’s ntion of a special state was genuinely subtle.
It should be the nature of Other Shore’s power that invisibly reduced the difficulty of arrival, allowing her a brief appearance and enabling this dialogue between the Pontiff and Knight.
"Hmm... that chain has accompanied since birth, although it doesn’t have any special effect, my connection with it is very close."
In the blink of an eye, the two reached the edge of the church. The Witch’s divine hand touched the precarious wall in front, as if sensing carefully.
"My original thought was to strengthen the connection using this to achieve normal communication.
"Although the consumption would be quite significant, still within my estimation... Only what you fed it was so special, reversing the process’s resistance."
Her slender fingers rhythmically tapped, seed to finally find a satisfactory position, she gently pushed.
The ordinary stone wall was suddenly pushed out, opening a door leading backward.
And because it was originally buried underground, a long stair upward automatically appeared behind the door.
Of course, everything continued to be covered by cracks spreading from the stone seats.
Even further climbing along, until other structures, mist, and eventually nothingness in the air.
"According to what you said, this corpse likely holds the residual essence of past power, making it sowhat independent from this world."
Signaling Fu Qian to walk ahead, the Witch seed to have grasped so certainty about the reason behind the delicate situation.
"But it still can’t be sustained for long, not because this place’s power supports standing here, rather it’s this place’s sacrifice, like the heat released by burning.
"I am just maintaining a balance, utilizing its destruction while slowing the collapse."
The corridor wasn’t narrow, but the Witch watched Fu Qian, who accepted her suggestion, walk up before following.
...
"Got it, so how much longer can it last?"
Fu Qian very much understood the reason behind the small gesture at the end, nodding while not even glancing at the Witch’s back.
Ethereal and elegant, appearing like coral yet weightless as her wings swayed as she walked, creating an impressive visual effect.
Unfortunately, it was clear the Pontiff did not wish to be watched from behind.
"No more than half an hour."
The Witch, seemingly pleased with Fu Qian’s reaction, delivered not-so-optimistic news.
"That’s enough, this place isn’t very large either."
Fu Qian had no qualms about it, was even satisfied with the span of ti.
"Oh? Are you not researching your problem first?"
Casually chatting, they reached the ground, night, Dark Moon... the scene before them was visually stunning.
The freely sprawling bone spurs and tendrils among pervasive cracks, intertwining seed to weave "Other Shore" into a finely knit nest.
Glancing around, the Witch’s gaze finally returned from the Blood Pool beside them, looking at Fu Qian with a faint smile.
"Got a solution?"
Fu Qian rely blinked.
"No solution, an utterly unseen situation, even close interaction can’t think of any response."
The Witch sighed, frankly acknowledging under observation, there’s still no ans to improve.
"Isn’t it, why waste ti on that?"
Fu Qian was forthright and unconcerned, with no dissatisfaction.
Reason is to be had, as the Pontiff’s actions were already near the limit, in brief, unidirectional communication all ans exhausted, and finally, with no word, made a personal incursion.
Such rcy is rarely seen among humanity.
Ultimately failing to find a solution was entirely because the Knight brewed a problem too difficult.
In that case, might as well efficiently use this short exchange opportunity to research sothing of more significance.
"Can you sense any living will within here?"
For instance, the "they" ntioned by assassin Zhao Ran.
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