What was that saying again, when the rooster crows and the lights go out, don’t touch the gold?
It seems quite apt to describe the current situation.
Fu Qian wasn’t in a rush to relight the lantern; he was silently recalling so life maxims.
It sounded ominous, that crying was wickedly eerie yet sowhat innocent, like the final dirge of this desolate place.
Additionally, Fu Qian was well aware that the lantern wasn’t extinguished by an eerie wind, but was frozen until suffocated.
In fairness, this task now seed rather straightforward.
The Gate of Freedom could be found casually, stepping out would lead into the darkest night, and then the containnt condition is to end it.
Aside from the suspicion surrounding the trigger conditions ntioned earlier, it was brutally simple.
So much so that it seed next to simply require every ans to crush this "real Unseen Hillock."
Even for the infamous Abandonnt King, such tasks are his forte.
For instance, just by adding a Brilliant Tyrant form to the earlier Decree Residue, and waiting to see the effects—yet would a true psychiatrist really misuse frontal lobotomy surgery?
During this visit to the Unseen Hillock, many old friends didn’t even show up.
"Impossible... Akasha told you?"
In the silent waiting, a voice truly erged from the Darkness.
"Be careful, the ashes are fragile."
Fu Qian casually reminded.
Not only did the light go out, even the sheep-headed demon stirred deeper in, visibility was indeed poor.
...
That’s right, it was Lady Crystal’s voice.
A communicator completely controlled by the other party?
Although the demigods here seed like greenhouse flowers, lacking the colorful experiences outside.
But they’re used to dealing with various heinous criminals, and with a Prophet offering insights, they should have so ntal flexibility.
For Fu Qian, asking Crystal if there’s anything she wants done before entering was already an invitation.
Cooperation cos in many forms, mutual exploitation is one.
And fortunately, the other party indeed made arrangents.
There was one thing Fu Qian was certain of, the item given to him was very important to Crystal.
Though its specific effect might not be that simple.
And now it seed indeed so, that item was much more than a communicator, it resembled a Soul Protection Box, and the person actually followed him in.
"How could this be... even a Prophet may not know this secret."
The demigod, having been reminded, was now stealthily approaching, apparently heeding Fu Qian’s advice not to trample what’s underfoot.
"Don’t worry too much, it’s just higher expectations for you, without this standard, you think you can find Akasha?"
"Furthermore, always look on the bright side, we all seem to be making progress."
Regarding Crystal’s wild thoughts, Fu Qian simply indicated not to complicate things, to keep moving forward.
Pah!
With a soft sound, he had already relit the lantern.
Though the fla was far smaller than at the start, it still brought light back to the surroundings.
"You look rather good."
Fu Qian naturally turned to the source of the sound, looking at the sowhat unfamiliar face illuminated by the light.
...
It’s not that simple at all, resembling Amber precisely.
Following the escape, Lady Crystal had changed a form, completely transforming into a human.
Not just in appearance, but the expression of grief seed sothing she couldn’t make before—or even shouldn’t now.
The earlier assessnt of the crying described a baby-like innocence.
Confusion is possible, hope may be lost, those are normal reactions, but such a strange expression on a High-level Extraordinary’s face is too bizarre.
Coupled with the earlier wailing, a sense of worldly pain seed almost palpable.
Fortunately at this mont, her face was quickly returning to normal, replaced by confusion and bewildernt.
It’s understandable that the hidden moves exposed turned out to be recognized prematurely, definitely not a good feeling.
"I... never thought I’d speak with this face one day."
Yet Fu Qian’s words were reminders of her appearance, causing her to touch her face next mont as she spoke.
"This is fundantally the result of your own effort... your transformation into a human doesn’t seem that simple?"
Fu Qian waved a hand, indicating that daring to exploit the Grand Fate Ming Emperor is key to Crystal’s breakthrough, then curiously confirms.
"...It’s indeed not, this is another , my True Self."
The praise seems to have worked, as in that mont, the sadness on Crystal’s face vanished completely, even the coldness exuding from her body was subsiding.
"As I said, rely cutting off a part of one’s body to toss it in won’t work, but if it’s a part of one’s ’self,’ then perhaps it’s useful."
...
It can still be a bit ruthless.
So did she directly extract a piece of her true self to carry with herself?
The reference to Golden Core is increasingly fitting, or is Nascent Soul more suitable?
Crystal’s sowhat revealing statent divulged intriguing information, even the logic wasn’t faulty.
Yet Fu Qian sighed deeply, knowing not everyone could perform such operations.
Truly, there’s another True Self residing in her essence? Usually oppressed in so way? Then extracted to carry away?
No wonder it’s the Unseen Hillock, even from the Justice Camp, Lady Crystal felt quite twisted.
Though this distortion achieved the objective.
"According to this, should I call you Amber instead? To distinguish from the less-than-true self."
In his musings, Fu Qian didn’t forget to make a suggestion.
"As you wish... So this is the truth? There isn’t truly a path to freedom?"
"Amber" focused her attention around, returning to the main topic.
The present scene blatantly compelled her to face a tragic possibility, sinking her mood.
"Even the Prophet was mistaken, leaving a will to co here, only to find out the truth?"
It appears this one indeed has keen senses, already noticing Yuan Fang on the shore.
"That explanation does make sense, so you crawled out from the crowd?"
Fu Qian didn’t deny Amber’s claim, rather confird more details.
"That’s right... like waking up from a dream."
Amber hesitated montarily but candidly admitted.
"Great, now might as well find others who’ve woken up."
Fu Qian took satisfaction, casually issuing a directive.
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