Chapter 1780: Chapter 1775: Danger

The domain of the fallen gods.

If this speculation holds true, then each bubble should represent a grave.

And in order not to waste the assistance of the Red Moon, this grave’s lid should perhaps bounce a bit.

The moment the finger touches the bubble, Fu Qian realizes that he has already restored from that abstract two-dimensional state.

What appears before him is not even the same wasteland he just left, but a genuinely unique corridor.

There are no windows or lamps, but it is unexpectedly bright.

And based on Fu Qian’s newfound perspective, he can ascertain that it seems ordinary but is almost a perfect circle.

He has undoubtedly entered the interior of a peculiar building, much like the time when following in the footsteps of Senior Liliyana.

Although the issue is that despite its architectural appearance, it cannot exclude the possibility of being Divine Remains.

One very clear change is that perception here is suppressed far beyond the hidden sanctuary of Liliyana.

And the most special point—the Tide has stopped.

Indeed, that invisible tide which erodes flesh and bone suddenly left no trace upon entering here.

Being indoors, sheltered from the wind?

This classic physics clearly does not apply in this place.

The tides Fu Qian encountered before treated the inside and out equally.

Whether it was the internal structure of the hidden sanctuary or the flesh within his armor, everything proved this point.

Moreover, there seems to be a subtle sensation that something special influenced him right at the moment of entry.

Should I return to the city for now? A location has already been somewhat established, theoretically allowing the Red Moon to open the door directly here next time.

Fu Qian turns his head to glance at the wall behind him, finding that upon his arrival, a round door silently opened, revealing a distorted, blurry scene beyond.

A masterpiece of the Red Moon, leading to that juncture zone.

Furthermore, it did not forcibly create a path for him; Fu Qian already confirmed upon entry, much like entering the Blood Lake, the return point connecting to the outside world is right here.

These locations, though randomly entered, somewhat adhere to the principle of entering and exiting the same way.

So now, the question arises, why would the obviously unenergetic Red Moon expend extra effort for such a task?

To help me mark a concern for forgetting, or—

"Danger, leave quickly."

In the instant this query surfaced, a thought directly imprinted in his mind.

...

That was the Red Moon.

Having had several dealings with it, Fu Qian is quite certain of this.

And it appears the reason for this extra behavior is found; the Red Moon is trying to warn him in this way.

Even though it didn’t explain why.

Fu Qian naturally recalls that specific discomfort.

Is it because of this?

Is this place so perilous?

Considering that last time in the Blood Lake, he was almost decayed to a corpse, yet the Red Moon said nothing extra.

Is there possibly an even more powerful Divine Being here than in the Blood Lake?

Or is it due to carrying the identity proof?

As he contemplates, Fu Qian lowers his gaze to the umbilical cord in his hand.

With this thing, not only does it attract targeted attacks from the Tide, but also other specific threats?

Both can’t be ruled out, yet neither can be confirmed.

Fu Qian didn’t attempt to discard the umbilical cord either.

There was a reason he chose this bubble.

Just now, alongside the Tide, came not one but multiple unusual auras.

And besides the previously visited Blood Lake, another reason stems from the subtle connection with the umbilical cord in his hand.

Considering that the umbilical cord seemingly mixes several ancient upper-tier powers, Fu Qian instantly locked onto this place.

Although finding a special Divine Remains wasn’t in his original plan, if this place truly connects with Akons gods, there might be unexpected gains.

Who would have thought, the first gain would be a reminder from "mother."

Estimating the remaining time of the Pseudo-Divine Being state and the condition of his Blood Bar, Fu Qian moves forward rather than retreating, darting into the corridor’s depths.

Forgive me, let me first catch a glimpse of poetry and distance.

...

From outside, it was impossible to expect the inside would be such a formidable place.

Racing along, doorways and stairs flying past, Fu Qian engraves the route in his mind and analyzes the architectural configuration before him, quietly admiring its understated restraint.

At the very juncture he entered, many dazzling bubbles instantly gave the impression of containing intricacies within.

Yet this one appeared so ordinary that without the special linkage, it could easily be overlooked.

Yet just upon observation, it’s evidently far more grand than where Senior hid.

And far more bustling—

Bam!

Amid the clinking of metal, Fu Qian smacks a nearly giant shield almost his height.

With mountain-like strength, his speed transforms abruptly into a retreat.

And in rapid withdrawal, he narrowly dodges a swinging punch.

Indeed, a fist, the attack originating from an enormous figure clad entirely in armor, gripping the giant shield in its right hand.

Its left hand wields a long-handled heavy hammer of similar material, its top shaped like a crude fist.

Now standing in a combat stance, blocking further passage forward.

Really quite straightforward but not simple.

Fu Qian flexed his hand, feeling the slowly recovering deformation of his armor, admiringly.

This tin can-like thing seems clumsy, yet its speed is not to be underestimated.

Initially standing sideways due to Fu Qian’s speeding, the left-hand weapon couldn’t reach, but it forcibly blocked him with a shield.

And why not strike first?

The reason is simple: along the way, more than one such thing stood, entirely unresponsive to his actions, like mere decorations.

Also, the suppressed perception couldn’t verify the armor’s inner state, resulting in this one moving.

Moreover, lacking any obvious Transcendent aura, its strength is quite impressive.

Though the armor the Red Moon sent mainly for modesty protection, being outright hammered to deformation, not a mark remains on that shield.

As to why it’s called straightforward?

Though resembling his same metallic can style, its appearance looks weighty and grand, its finesse is far inferior, almost devoid of meaningless decorations.

The shield he holds is especially plain to the point of feeling like a wordless monument.

Simultaneously, he has some interest to decorate it himself.

Fu Qian didn’t try to bypass it; rather, the damaged hand armor rapidly disappeared, revealing the fist beneath.

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