Chapter 1779: Chapter 1774: The Tide of Ancient Erosion

It still seems impossible.

In the silent transformation into the Abandonment King, Fu Qian meticulously experienced the changes in the Dream through the ripples it induced and came to a conclusion within seconds.

The genuine perspective of a Superior Being allowed him to draw some key conclusions with almost no need for further testing.

There were no signs of connection to the Mental World or the depths of the collective unconscious.

Even though this identity as the Abandonment King allowed him, to some extent, to receive a call in this world—much like in the real world.

This distinction had always been seen by him as a sign of some integration into the world.

To the extent where facing the changes after advancing to the Second Phase made him vaguely curious if this had changed.

Now it seems it’s just a facade; the essence of being an outsider remains quite stable.

Trying to explore the Mental World through the channel of Dreams seems improbable; it still requires some effort from that one.

The Dream shattered, and the Mythical Form was also canceled simultaneously.

Returning to the top of the tower, Fu Qian moved the other red ring on his hand and activated Homeward.

...

Half-step Moon, quiet as always.

There have evidently been more returns recently, yet the Red Moon remains unchanged, almost imperceptible to any reaction.

Fu Qian had no opinions about this, merely gave a greeting and activated the Dream again, adjusting the scenes within.

Plan Four is a tested and validated strategy.

Though the power bestowed on him felt like flesh and blood, the Red Moon evidently had considerable authority over space.

Initially, he had reproduced the hiding place of Senior Liliyana, asking it to open a passage to potentially the Burial Ground of Gods.

The reason for not choosing this strategy immediately was its obvious disadvantages—

One of the core purposes of this exploration was to see if a channel could be opened from Dream to the Mental World, and doing this would be taking shortcuts, essentially abandoning that goal.

On the other hand, even with shortcuts in mind, the Red Moon’s current state might not be able to cooperate.

So, Fu Qian handled it with great patience and details, aiming to recreate the scene 100%, so the Red Moon could help with minimal effort—indeed, it did help.

When meticulously adjusting the floors, doors, and windows, even halfway through restoring the candlesticks, the black door silently opened.

And the stability of the Dream subsequently rose to another level.

Was this the importance of greeting and establishing connections?

"Thank you."

With a sigh and a casual word of thanks, Fu Qian adjusted his belongings and stepped inside.

...

Truly fast and precise.

The transition was seamless, and the next moment, Fu Qian found himself inside a familiar building.

He could even instantly recall Senior Liliyana weeping on the ground in a corner of the room.

Alas, she is gone.

With a sigh for the impermanence of the world, Fu Qian wandered freely.

There had been many speculations about what this place truly was, and now it seemed most likely to be remnants of Divine Beings’ bones.

The mind should not be narrow; who says bones must be in the shape of flesh?

His former and latter Mythical Forms serve as examples.

This place might look more like the remnants of faith akin to Akons, but two reasons can counter that.

Firstly, no people.

From previous missions, the human will echo in such faith remnants was a core element, and its complete loss might make them unsustainable.

Yet this place has been devoid of people for some time, showing no obvious changes so far.

Secondly, there used to be people here.

Senior Liliyana, having chosen this as a refuge, hoped to escape the warehouse’s forced service.

Indeed, she managed to do so.

If this place resembled where Akons was, a decayed warehouse could still interfere with it through missions; how could Senior Liliyana hide here?

In summary, this place is a lawless zone concerning the warehouse, a forbidden place closely monitored by Night Watchmen.

The current building before him is likely the last remnant of a Superior Being.

Though it indeed seems as dead as could be.

Facing his peer, he had no intention of greetings.

Sadly shaking the umbilical cord in his hand, Fu Qian let out a sigh and, without delay, leaped forward, swiftly moving away from the building.

As an Ancient Supreme visiting this place, so far, nothing abnormal happened, not even any special suppression—

With a heavy stomp on the ground, silver-gray armor instantly appeared, enveloping his entire body.

Looking down, Fu Qian sorrowfully realized the clothes he had purchased had turned completely to dust, leaving not a thread.

...

It’s the Tide.

It seems the Ancient Supreme Being has finally received unique treatment here.

Omnipresent, intermittently appearing and disappearing, carelessness could lead to subtle imbalance in bodily states.

This was the kind of violent scourging from an unknown source experienced during the first visit.

Though compared to this moment, it felt gentle as a sauna.

Indeed, holding the umbilical cord, the power called Tide wrought destruction that theoretically increased more than tenfold at least.

The armor endowed by the Red Moon on his body dimmed at a visible rate.

Even so, it couldn’t provide even the slightest protection to the flesh within.

Even as a Second Order Extraordinary, the flesh rapidly withered, experiencing unique tremors, as if struggling hard to resist distortion and mutation.

Since transforming into the Abandonment King, this was the first time he felt such pressure at the flesh level.

"Every visit to this place seems to test the limits."

Admiringly, Fu Qian initiated the Return Edict.

It was already verified last time that this Skill had a certain resistance to distortion.

[SAN Points minus 10]

And Pseudo-Divine Being.

Feeling the somewhat alleviated change in his body, Fu Qian estimated the countdown and continued rushing straightforwardly down.

Finally, a harvest.

Regardless of its origin, Tide seemed to have a special attack effect on Ancient Supremes, increasing the chance of this being a Burial Ground of Gods.

But it wasn’t enough.

The bigger the storm, the more precious the fish.

Although retreating for now and investigating again next time is a safer option, the sudden ferocious Tide, just like last time, besides being destructive, also brought a plethora of chaotic things with it.

Running madly across the unknown-ending wilderness, Fu Qian quickly distinguished various breaths within the Tide, identifying any special links.

Not bad.

And in the next moment, the sensation of crossing a barrier surfaced, the wilderness below him vanished instantly, replaced by a bizarre, soap-bubble-like overlapping virtual scene.

It was the border visited last time.

The situation was not optimistic, though the time consumption didn’t differ much, the rate of blood loss was significantly higher.

"It will be you!"

Fortunately, Fu Qian didn’t waste time on the selection screen, directly following a pre-determined connection, reaching out to a particular bubble.

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