Capítulo 2104: Chapter 2099: The Ignorance of Oblivion
The loser… truly is soone with formal training, far more aware of his own condition than Assassin Brother.
That’s right, Fu Qian now holds substantial certainty that the container holding the blind eye carpet bears nas and epithets from the now long-extinct Holy Grail Sect, a branch of the Blind Eye Association.
The parchnt in his hand is strikingly similar to the one found in the underground of the Bee Monkey City Monastery.
Although it doesn’t bear the sect na marked by Brother You Er, and the design feels a bit crowded.
There’s a reason for asking the Pontiff’s help in finding parchnt or the cup.
Although Brother Zhao Ran’s determination for secrecy was very firm, thanks to good habits, before revisiting this place again, Fu Qian had already fully engaged in associations around the concept of “patterns representing certain core powers.”
The most classic is undoubtedly the Divine Emblem, and during missions, it was indeed proven that the emblem resonates with the essence of the Furnace’s power.
But an unavoidable question is why the mark isn’t engraved on the church spirit temples, instead having been piled up with sundries and fragnts.
It’s hard to imagine any faith group being so perfunctory.
Later, upon truly visiting, Brother Zhao Ran provided an even greater surprise, leading him to see the new House of Graffiti.
His earlier guess was indeed correct, the whole commotion of fighting in was indeed to lure him out.
You could tell from Mr. Feng Sr.’s behavior that even soone just sitting on a stone seat would be more sensitive to the movents within the Furnace.
Though he was unsure whether the assassin was alive when entering, Fu Qian was still considering himself under scrutiny from the start, efficiently drawing the opponent out in this manner.
Including deliberately adjusting his ranking before entering, partly to avoid startling the Furnace, and partly to avoid frightening him.
Otherwise, it’s hard to imagine that upon entering as a High-level Extraordinary, Zhao Ran would stage such an elaborate play instead of cautiously hiding.
In summary, after a simple project acceptance check, regarding the origin of that mark, Fu Qian could say he leaned more towards it involving substantial human factors.
That is, it’s not inherent to these ancient buildings but left by later visitors.
And once involving symbol exploration, a certain professional team seed to leap into the fray.
When exploring the Blind Eye Association’s underground ruins, the Saint Fighter ntor sage had ntioned that one of the Blind Eye Association’s branches, the Holy Grail Sect, advocated restraining the Transcendent with gold and knowledge.
Though still unclear how they perceive and deduce the symbols of Divine power.
And considering the Pontiff’s sudden appearance, his remarkably subtle change in control over this place provided a possibility for verification of this guess.
Besides the docunts in hand, there’s another compelling evidence, the remains in the Blood Pool.
Truly twisted, but on that barely recognizable head, there’s a gap.
At first glance, it seems a piece is missing, but Fu Qian, who once personally opened his own skull, could perceive traces of so human-induced brain-breaking.
Now it can be said a fair bit was gained; not only almost proving the guess that Zhao Ran indeed inherited the Holy Grail Sect’s legacy.
Even through the marks on the parchnt, one can faintly perceive their deduction process.
And one last thing, the thod by which Zhao Ran fully rges with the Other Shore seems found too.
Fu Qian’s gaze fell on the last version of the Holy Grail.
…
Honestly, compared to the previous ones, the four-hand pattern already doesn’t differ much, the biggest difference lies surprisingly in the carrier itself—still the outline of a cup, except the side handles are ford by bending human arms.
Further down the body of the cup, you can also find various human parts.
No doubt ford by a curled-up body, it easily reminds one of the “Holy Grail” into which Blind Eye Association’s sage Lawrence transford.
Full of curses, yet symbolizing omniscience as the Holy Grail.
That human-flesh cup body indeed is covered with the final version of the four-hand mark.
This place, full of faith buildings, couldn’t possibly lack gold, even if those entering didn’t bring any, using local materials to make a cup isn’t impossible.
However, back at the House of Graffiti, no finished or semi-finished product was seen, not even the Witch found one.
For this anomaly, one of Fu Qian’s guesses is perhaps after exhausting efforts, Explorers’ various products still couldn’t succeed here, and so they destroyed and discarded them.
And in such despair, was the Holy Grail Sect’s final survival solution to directly try turning the flesh into a Holy Grail?
This should be the true legacy hidden away before.
And although Zhao Ran regards it as a Supre Divine Skill, the sages of the Holy Grail Sect left behind the self-designation of failures.
“Did they combine with this place in such a way? It’s inventive, but even had they not encountered such cadavers, they would nearly surely lose autonomy.”
Introducing that special group, Fu Qian had the Witch looking at the item in his hand, easily grasping the aning within.
“Thus identifying as failures, choosing to kneel instead of seizing at that mont, was their defeat.”
Musing with a sigh, Fu Qian casually described those nas carved into the stone.
“Over there.”
The Witch’s control was again evident, as she gestured in a direction while listening to the description, clearly having located the spot.
Before her voice even fell, a pathway already opened.
“Exactly.”
No reminder needed, Fu Qian had already taken the lead.
…
“Related to them, likely hoping to provide a hint to later arrivals.”
Upon re-entering the House of Graffiti, the Witch surveyed each pattern, confirming before Fu Qian even asked.
“These things are indeed painted on, yet akin to hosting lingering obsessions, thereby persisting without erasure.”
As expected, that giant mark in the church needn’t even be said, was also a work of the Holy Grail Sect.
Receiving the Witch’s validation, Fu Qian envisioned a past scene, the last struggles of each will.
Searching for answers in this space, stepping onto a final one-way path at a nearby church.
“This is indeed quite interesting.”
The Witch at the side had already found the secret room behind the window, comnting with interest, obviously reminded of a similar place.
At the next mont, she beckoned, the window crack-laden as if on the brink of collapse, opened on its own.
Revealed alongside was the stone container, visibly holding not just one crack, with an eye already peering through the slits towards them.
“The eyeballs within likely result from a special aggregation effect, not specially transported here.”
With just a glance, the Witch offered her assessnt, then turned to study the nas and failure self-designation above.
“These individuals discovered this place, successively abandoned hope here, a very lengthy process… yet seemingly over such a long ti, their organization never shifted its belief.”
“Indeed.”
Fu Qian had no disagreent with the Witch’s judgent.
“Hence a batch of people after another t their end here, though even up to their complete obliteration, they probably never realized it.”
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