Chapter 1867: Chapter 1862: Seedbed of Artifacts (17)

The probability of Jill and her group finding Lanina should be infinitely close to zero.

After confirming that in the state of Blood Conquest no restraints were present, Fu Qian traversed this unique plane within the special prison and headed directly downward.

If the speculation is accurate, and the descending Plague Knight can inherit certain abilities and memories of An and White, then from its reactions to self-directed inquiries, it appears that even Prison Director White most likely knows nothing of Lanina.

This implies that even if the virgin is indeed imprisoned here, it’s most likely under a different identity.

Not to mention that even those three, who are on the brink of desperation, would find it challenging to explore any significant area.

In this situation, negotiating terms can be done casually, without any concerns.

Of course, if they actually achieve it, it doesn’t mean I won’t fulfill my end.

Addressing the symptoms is merely a minor skill; without resolving the entity behind this anomaly, their predicament can’t be lifted, and eventually, they will meet the same fate.

While traversing, Fu Qian did not forget to glance at the scene behind the ice wall.

In line with previous observations, the building at the moment resembles a speck of dust suspended over the Frozen Sea, outside of which lies nothing but deathly silence.

Although the motives may not be pure, the Plague Knight’s earlier words still made sense.

It’s not just the Crimson Frenzy; the prison is within some peculiar confinement, undergoing transformation as a whole.

Yet from this perspective, the three still pose a latent danger.

If they deem themselves at a dead end and attempt a reckless act thinking it won’t be detected, potentially veering onto the wrong path, it might indeed accelerate the descent of the Apocalypse Knight.

Thus, even if the significance isn’t immense, the simplest method is to eliminate them directly.

However, their somewhat spiritual leader Jill showed decent understanding by promptly suggesting an idea to harness value.

Not finding the hidden Lanina doesn’t make their search entirely meaningless.

At least, there’s a chance to convey the tense atmosphere of someone looking for her, isn’t there?

The significance isn’t particularly large, but it somewhat offsets the risk they brought with them.

Of course, the main force to stir things up still relies on me.

Quickly maneuvering to a lower level, as Fu Qian exited the Blood Conquest, his body suddenly swelled, igniting the Brilliant Tyrant.

An abstract entirety, a peculiar confinement, possibly even ritual?

Let you experience the dominance of "I am the will of heaven."

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Though it always ruins the clothes, the Brilliant Tyrant has always had significant effects on the abstract and surreal.

With a mysterious intangible ensemble enveloping, even the remnants of the Plague Knight further prove this point, making it incredibly apt to use this form to disrupt.

Not to mention the overly loose prisoner uniform this time, which doesn’t pose much worry about damage after inflation.

Stepping forward, in a now form-fitting gray prison garb, Fu Qian walked barefoot on the lowest level of this prison.

The choice to transform here, naturally, wasn’t due to concerns about being seen.

On the one hand, the preceding team action was from top to bottom; this final layer hasn’t been visited yet.

On the other hand, with the movement and condition of those three, the probability of them reaching this place is low.

Following the principle of maximizing returns, even if it’s just a stroll, it undoubtedly makes more sense here.

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Indeed, the deepest places often hold uncommon sights.

More silent, more dark, walking in this distinctly different lowest layer, the sense of nothing else existing in the world’s depths becomes increasingly apparent.

Though the stone material is the same color, almost none of it is exposed outside.

Crystals of varying depths cover everything below, to the extent that the lighting system seems to have ceased operation.

Yet, still far from absolute darkness, for instance, that ominous glow remains, once again affirming the concept of a "whole."

And the feedback from the Brilliant Tyrant.

As if the grand body at the source of everything disharmonious, didn’t walk quickly through the darkness.

To the extent that the coldness soaked in fluorescent light wasn’t much disturbed.

But this is merely the surface.

The upgraded core of the Brilliant Tyrant indeed provided more than a slight enhancement.

In just a few breaths, Fu Qian sensed the fragility of this place.

Not the icy coldness or fluorescence, but the "existence" of this place in the entire world.

As if just a bit more force, the page of history mentioning it would be crumpled beyond recognition.

That Lady Lanina truly feels incredible indeed.

And the Plague Knight’s mention of rituals makes it more perceptible.

What occurs here isn’t an ordinary clash of two factions, let alone a prison subjected to toxins.

Possibly triggered by the one I’m seeking, something is unfolding, involving quite a high level.

Of course, the progress is now facing a slight disruption.

The emergence of a certain rule-confounding core seems to have finally gotten feedback.

At least as Fu Qian walked, the entire place’s perception towards him shifted from "the owner doesn’t care" to more of a rejection.

Still far from enough.

"Let there be light!"

Without the slightest embarrassment, as he walked amid it, Fu Qian even snapped his fingers solemnly declaring.

Again, a brilliant glow radiated from him.

Decree Residue.

Since the last intense study of the Transcription of Truth, comprehending the world weary way, the three auras have long had an independent relationship, and can be activated together.

And considering they’re all Brilliant Tyrant, adding an effect so dazzling also seems appropriate, right?

Although it seems, some lurking dissenters’ negative emotions have intensified—

Fu Qian halted, gazing not far ahead.

Due to no remodification of the prison, this level is considerably more spacious.

But it’s not entirely empty.

At the focal point of his gaze, there were two symmetrical downward-protruding domes seen before.

And the omnipresent translucent crystals, asymmetrically stretching downward all the way to the ground, visually like the ice palace’s curtain.

At first glance, as if in the next moment, it would gently sway, with someone regal emerging from there—it’s truly moving.

In the next moment, under the reflection of Decree Residue’s radiance, that curtain began rapidly growing.

The growth was so efficient, visually almost like a breeze.

And as soon as the sides formed into an annular door frame, the ominous fluorescence attached above subtly transformed, white over green.

Almost simultaneously, a line of white, seemingly nullifying distance, pierced straight through where Fu Qian stood.

If counted correctly, it should have been five times.

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