Chapter 2206: Chapter 2201: Angel Skin Tome

Confidence does not equate to disdain.

To prescribe the right medicine, one must maximize gains while keeping risks and costs as low as possible.

For instance, right now it seems that even though it’s on home ground, the Guardian Angel has little chance of escape.

Through ingenious design and passive resistance, my situation has swiftly reached an exaggerated danger level.

However, this also means that the Guardian Angel appeared before me with incredible efficiency.

In this situation, the only hidden worry for this journey—the Guardian Angel getting scared and playing hide-and-seek—has almost been completely avoided.

The outcome is even better than directly finding the Witch, as during the Dark Night, there may not be such a good chance for release.

And now, it seems I still don’t have to make a move.

"Your clothes are torn."

Amidst the darkness, a familiar voice reaches my ear, close by.

In an absolutely lightless night, as the authority of the Dark Moon, using it clearly involves more than just trapping the target.

The Witch had appeared immediately, truly fulfilling her prior promise of "I’ll handle it."

Although the focus of the greeting was a bit odd.

"It’s okay, this way it doesn’t look like a crafted piece."

Considering the visibility issue, Fu Qian naturally couldn’t see where the damage was.

But as always said, the mind shouldn’t be rigid.

He directly reached out and touched himself, quickly finding the tears and scratches.

And for this harvest, Fu Qian apparently didn’t mind.

"You’re right, it indeed has more value now."

His reasoning clearly convinced the Witch as well, and in the darkness, it seems imaginable that the latter slightly nodded.

"The Guardian Angel seems to suddenly become very quiet?"

At this point, Fu Qian turned his curiosity to another question.

It’s somewhat special, to be honest.

At the moment the darkness enveloped, the target didn’t react like a caged beast caught in a trap, but rather, the lightning and pull... all the previous negative sensations vanished in an instant.

Throughout the place shrouded in darkness, it sounded extremely quiet.

Like the prey was no longer there and the hunter who set the trap got played instead.

"It’s looking for us; I did a bit of concealment."

The Witch calmly explained.

...

Indeed.

The Dark Realm for the Dark Moon seems akin to home ground.

Besides the unreasonable emergence from within, the concealment effect witnessed before was easily reproduced.

Faced with the Witch’s explanation, Fu Qian sighed in his heart at that moment.

And in this way, the Guardian Angel’s behavior becomes understandable.

Even if only the chaotic instinct for slaughter remains, it doesn’t mean choosing tranquility in such situations isn’t possible.

The previous concern about escaping appears necessary.

But there’s still a question of how long the Witch can maintain this Dark Prison.

"It’s about time; help me hold this."

Fu Qian’s curiosity was quickly answered.

As the Witch softly spoke again, Fu Qian realized something was stuffed into his hands.

It felt cold to the touch and quite heavy, and when he reached out to feel it, it was indeed book-shaped.

Interesting. Additionally, slightly cool in the dark seems normal—but being this cold is another matter.

As Fu Qian sensed it, not only the item in his hand, but everything around seemed to sink into eternal stillness along with the darkness.

...

Familiar, this was similar to the previous nightmare, when the Witch froze the broken "Sea of Souls," similar reactions occurred.

But only similar, the magnitude was far less than now.

Compared to now, the impact back then wasn’t even counted as "a light frost."

It transcended ordinary cold, and to Fu Qian, it was almost as if the darkness tainted other concepts.

Absolute silence and desolation, as if time and space had reached the universe’s end.

Even not being the direct target, Fu Qian could still feel its influence.

The evident performance was that even the usual face-pinching seemed less effective now.

Fu Qian even wondered if some lower-ranking Extraordinary Items would directly lose their effects.

Is this why even the Pontiff needs preparation before casting?

The Witch’s interventions were few since their acquaintance, and at the moment, Fu Qian was not bothered by minor discomforts, expressing that it was eye-opening.

Of course, aside from focusing on himself, he didn’t forget to pay attention to what he was holding.

Ka—

And the conclusion was that it was held very well.

The latter clearly falls under the category of Extraordinary Items mentioned earlier, and it seemingly confirmed his conjecture at this moment.

Not only did it also become "dead silent" under impact, but Fu Qian even seemed to hear the sound of cracking.

As if its original structure was forcibly destroyed, with water flow solidifying into Ice Crystal...

Even holding it didn’t seem to stop its fracturing.

But relatively, I seemed to have joined this process.

As if a rhythm originated from oneself had joined the resonance among lattices, together reshaping its fundamental structure.

As to why there’s zero Inspiration yet suddenly able to sense this?

Simple, because it’s a physical sensation.

Just like the "cracking" of the book, the resonance during this reshaping could genuinely be felt by pressing it—alongside the sensation of another hand now on it.

"The effect seems good."

Who else could it be, the next moment the Witch’s voice came.

...

"It’s ready."

As if the eternal darkness and desolation hadn’t lasted long at all.

In the moment of holding a single volume with two hands, less than half a minute passed before the Witch’s voice came again.

Accompanying it, the Dark Night also abruptly ended, without leaving a trace.

"Indeed a big change."

Listening to the Witch’s words, the plan seemed quite successful.

Fu Qian naturally looked at what he held, expressing genuine admiration.

Though the previous appearance wasn’t seen, it likely wouldn’t be this current form.

First, it was definitely a book, with the cover having a classic red and white alternating tone.

Thin as hair, strands interweave, outlining a strange and beautiful pattern.

Most critically, the cover material no longer had the previous icy rigidity, touching it even carried a hint of warmth.

The scope of the reshaping seemed a bit excessive, was the skin of the Guardian Angel peeled?

With such thoughts, Fu Qian looked up.

With the retreat of darkness, the mist before him also dissipated.

And in this much clearer field of vision, appeared a similarly red and white intertwined image, but visually even more striking—

It seemed to be countless small spheres adorned with special patterns, then joined along the patterns, as if gathered stars forming a larger star...

Then composing an even larger one...

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