Chapter 2111: Chapter 2106: Realm of Pestilence

Are all the known nightmares currently being melded together like clay?

Interesting.

Faced with the situation described by the Witch, Fu Qian found it easy to imagine and considered it a spectacle.

Ever since the chaos caused by the Stars Association last time, he had anticipated that with the collapse of laws, the nightmares that gathered because of Leytin’s reappearance would inevitably be affected.

Now that this has been confirmed, it indeed seems that everything cannot return to the way it was.

Although the reappeared Leytin had turned into a painting, the gathered nightmares, lacking this core, still didn’t disperse but transformed into a unique whole.

The situation suddenly became lively, and the way they combined was indeed intriguing.

Most importantly, it facilitated exploration.

The Witch’s implication was quite easy to grasp.

Based on previous tasks, most of these nightmare sources were related to the Superior Beings of this world, like the punchers against the law barriers back then.

For those that managed to persist until now, there was inevitably some Transcendent remnant within them.

Now combined, these forces are likely to intertwine and spread.

If there’s indeed a trace of the Dark Moon within any of them, it is very likely to manifest elsewhere as well.

It’s like mixing various flavors of drinks together; just a taste would reveal if it contains sugar cola.

"I see, let’s head out then."

With this in mind, Fu Qian promptly agreed with the plan to take a stroll.

"Alright."

Though the Witch proposed this plan, she then reversed course, leading him into the courtyard.

...

"Aren’t the nightmares directly mapped together?"

The action seemed quite strange, but Fu Qian, being a former Master of the Dream Realm, despite possibly having impaired senses now, retained his insight into the dream realm’s many counterintuitive aspects.

Walking into the equally gloomy courtyard and glancing around, he casually confirmed.

"That’s right. Without the correct path, walking in the same direction leads nowhere."

As the Witch spoke, she casually waved her hand.

"Of course, for us, we could try to forcefully manipulate it if we wished, as the power supporting it is limited, but that would affect the dream’s stability."

As she moved, three vicious dogs hiding within the shadows that sensed the commotion quickly retreated, lying on the ground without daring to move.

"Indeed, there’s no need for that."

Agreeing with her, Fu Qian still noticed the similar patterns on the three dogs.

Rather than being of the same breed, this similarity was due to another reason—fire.

The three dogs, each either yellow or brown, bore black marks not as colored fur but burn scars.

This fire originated within.

Boiling Blood Syndrome.

The disease that previously plagued the Trouser Club members now didn’t seem to target only humans.

Examining the traces near the dogs’ mouths, they likely consumed something infective, as a burnt smell lingered in the air.

"A peculiar disease, causing significant suffering to those drawn into this dream realm."

Following his gaze, the Witch naturally remarked.

"The Itchy Trouser Club, that’s what I call them."

Fu Qian momentarily recalled old acquaintances.

"Considering how they were dragged into this, they probably had some awareness of such pain."

He was, of course, referring to that group of twelve enthusiasts who pooled money to purchase a pair of trousers.

A pair made from the skin of a patient.

"Besides, their suffering is supposedly the foundation of this nightmare’s existence?"

Regarding the origin of this place, Fu Qian had already speculated during a previous visit and now confirmed with the Witch.

"Exactly, eliminating the disease would cause this nightmare to vanish."

The Witch confirmed his guess while stopping in front of a black carriage.

Is one’s pain the reason for another’s existence?

Fu Qian sighed inwardly, unsurprised by the Witch’s intent to use transportation—a carriage truly seemed the most reasonable way to reach other nightmares.

Even the sect members previously introduced this carriage as a means to transport patients from outside.

Observing the two still horses before him, merely exhaling through their nostrils, Fu Qian stepped aboard.

...

A cold storage carriage, indeed.

Though coffin-like from the outside, inside it was well-equipped.

The only issue was that compared to outside, the carriage’s interior was quite cool.

The entire carriage was evenly covered in a layer of frost, resembling a refrigerated transport vehicle.

Of course, Fu Qian knew this blend of classical and modern ambiance was actually the Witch’s handiwork, not due to any patient’s need for refrigeration.

Though wary of easily disrupting the dream’s balance, those entering ahead did not mind refurbishing the interior a bit before sitting down.

Once Fu Qian sat down as well, the carriage door automatically closed, starting the ride through a side gate of the courtyard.

"So, what’s your honorific title in this current state?"

Even as they plunged into the mist, the carriage ride vividly conveyed the road’s bumps, acceleration, and turns, truly resembling traversal along a path.

Of course, this was merely the outcome of finding the correct course.

To Fu Qian, simply walking outside would not likely lead to this road.

Listening to the travel sounds, the Witch beside him made the most of the time to confirm more situations with him.

"Abandonment King."

In response to such thorough inquiries, Fu Qian candidly replied.

"Never heard of it, but the sensation when you adjusted the flesh earlier seemed different than before. How did you achieve your current state after returning? Is it related to the mentioned Dark Moon?"

The Witch frowned and shook her head, indicating also unfamiliarity with such a deity.

"Indeed related, the earliest connection to my current form arose when I ascended to the Second Phase by donning the Abandonment King’s Divine Skin."

Fu Qian pointed to himself, holding nothing back.

"From what I currently understand, there’s reason to believe He was besieged during the Long Night, by the Dark Moon among others, leading to His eventual fall.

"With help from an old friend, I relived those experiences—and this time They lost, while I completed and restored that skin."

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