Chapter 1651: Chapter 1466: Multiplication in the Depth of the Fallen

Whether it’s Ms. Miranda or the others with Huang Lezhan, they all seem to be overly optimistic.

Upon taking the final step on the staircase, the argument behind him naturally reached Fu Qian’s ears, but he wasn’t even interested in turning back for a glance.

On one hand, this development did not surprise him; on the other hand, the scene before him was far more intriguing.

Not the upper level.

The previous "flat staircase" wasn’t a good omen, for now, the space here was clearly becoming more mixed.

Originally, calculating based on height, the top of the long staircase should have been not too far from the entrance.

Yet, after the previous stretch of ascending, not only was there no shadow of the entrance before him, even when tilting his head upwards, he saw a magnificent arching dome.

The imagined "Invisible Palace" seemed much closer to reality.

Unlike the pure white jade of the previous long staircase, this stone structure, while possessing more details, also showed clear signs of time.

Simply put, the difference between brand new and slightly worn.

Continuing forward, not only was there no indication of a way back, but the descent was still ongoing.

From this perspective, the team below engaging in some debate, though causing a delay, could indeed prolong their sense of happiness.

As a professional who consistently dispels the vice of assuming, Fu Qian was naturally the first to gain Insight into whether it was a waterfall or flat issue.

That group, as a rescue team, lacked some basic qualities—such as adapting to the local customs by making their thinking abstract in abstract situations.

Getting stuck there was truly not unfair.

As for deliberately giving misleading information to cause them harm?

Considering the team members couldn’t imagine the destructive power of a master turning from literature to martial arts, having such unwarranted concerns was quite normal.

Of course, just as he didn’t mind guiding them to an escape route, Fu Qian also didn’t care whether they accepted it.

For his own part, the previous interlude yielded ample rewards.

Besides more antecedents and consequences regarding this mission, there was another point—the path itself.

Though this place was dangerous at every turn, it did not seem overly intent on slaughtering the intruders.

Though it tested comprehension, the predicament never turned into a deadlock.

Like a rule allowing descent but not ascent, with enough diligence and patience, one could ascertain the operating rules of this place, and always find a path forward.

Even in the abrupt shifts between these regions of different styles, it seemed to encourage further exploration.

Certainly towards a deeper part too.

...

Such warmth must not be disappointed.

While organizing his thoughts, Fu Qian responded unreservedly to the call, observing the surroundings before him.

Not everything is better the newer it is; compared to the previous long staircase, this grand hall seemed a closer step to reality.

Of course, they weren’t merely crudely combined.

Inside this majestic and splendid structure, lining the sides of the not-so-wide corridor, the stone walls were embedded with one red "mirror" after another, extending into the distance.

The bright color and flawless surface looked both sinister and noble upon first glance.

Indeed, just like the material used on the Blood Falls Long Steps he previously traversed.

Even the end of the long steps pointed directly to a mirror facing the staircase.

As if summoned by gravity, it flowed all the way down to the ground, crossed the smooth floor, and finally "spilled" onto the steps.

Are standing mirrors trendy now?

While appreciating the decor style, Fu Qian didn’t disrupt the peace and directly stepped forward, continuing along the corridor.

"Bang——"

Yet almost synchronously with his move, a sound suddenly emerged, seeming to strike a target successfully.

...

[SAN Points -1]

Indeed, it did hit.

At that moment, the familiar prompt echoed in his ears almost simultaneously.

And the halted Fu Qian naturally discerned that the sound effect just now was voice mimicry, even familiar.

Moreover, reflected in the nearby blood mirror by his side, a figure with resplendent wings was already visible.

Although the latter’s actions were less dignified, they mimicked a shooting posture with their hand.

"Porter——"

In face of such a scene, Fu Qian’s expression instantly turned cold, showing no intention to ask for the lofty name as upon first meeting, but directly bestowed the title.

"How dare you—use my invention against me?"

"Porter?"

Regardless of the name he used or his subsequent remark, it seemed beyond the comprehension of the saint in the mirror.

Although still faceless, the latter’s tone visibly bore an added layer of doubt.

"Avada, Keda Wula——"

Unfortunately, his response was met only by a venomous Spell sounding familiar.

Between the scar-ridden Bell Staff, a fierce and longer ice-blue spear hurtled out more intensely than before.

Blood splattered.

It seemed there’s a cost to realism, for that conceptual-level indestructibility had faded from the architecture before him.

Upon impact with the Blood Mirror along with the saint’s image, Fu Qian’s Frostburn version of the Air Bullet tore it apart.

Due to the synchronously dispersing icy coldness, the blood droplets transforming mid-air into fine crystals sealed the saint’s shattered visage within.

"SAN Points -1."

"SAN Points -1."

"SAN Points -1."

Unfortunately, before the Ice Crystal even settled, three consecutive sounds rang further down the path.

In the three nearest blood mirrors, three complete saint figures reappeared, even employing taboo multiplication.

Not unexpectedly, Fu Qian heard three successive prompts echoing beside his ears.

"Arrogance always accompanies foolishness, but have you ever thought that some rule you hold supreme isn’t so transcendental after all?"

Meanwhile, the three images spoke in unison, offering a dignified critique.

Why does it feel like they’re referring to a warehouse?

Not so transcendental, how wouldn’t we know?

It’s not the first time being tampered with; you make it sound as ear-piercing enlightenment.

Unfortunately, for Fu Qian, the moment only prompted associations and snark.

"Hmm... is that so?"

Simultaneously, he displayed the swindler’s solitary side, refraining from inquiring further despite their willingness to engage.

Instead, amidst a cold scoff, he raised his arm once more.

"Fengxiao, glacier burst break——"

Accompanied by unfamiliar yet seemingly stronger Spell, a Spiked Colossus Arm made of countless Cold Crystals burst through the sleeve, tearing through everything ahead.

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