Facing an Ancient God for a Year-Chapter 1351 - 1349 The Fallen Guest Empire (8)

The Awakeners were quite cooperative, and it wasn’t too much of a problem to meet a central figure like Lady Raven.

But for Fu Qian, such a scene remained dull.

He had no interest in negotiating with this Rebel Army, undergoing scrutiny tests, and eventually gaining recognition.

This exchange needed to occur against a more fervent backdrop to maximize the elimination of red tape.

Meanwhile, this was merely one of the exchanges Fu Qian was interested in.

According to Maryanne’s description, nightmares inherently prevent people from "waking up," so the things he was doing now should push the boundaries even further.

Let me see your uniqueness.

...

"What did you do?"

Speaking in a low voice, Maryanne nervously scanned her surroundings.

Neither she nor her companions had much resistance to the Clear Dream Ring.

They were trapped in an instant, hardly even noticing the change itself.

As for her emotions, they were understandable. Fu Qian’s previous performance was both mysterious and clearly brushed against mental instability.

It’s common knowledge to be most afraid of lunatics, especially in such unique occasions and moments.

Plus, his earlier transformation-like statement made it clear that doing anything wouldn’t be surprising.

Fortunately, despite a moment of anxiety, it seemed there was no particular change.

...

"Joke’s over? Mr. Grimshaw."

In a calm manner, Maryanne relaxed and did not hide her displeasure.

"I need to remind you again that time is short, and we are now at the top of this building, getting out will take some effort."

"No, no, Maryanne, don’t succumb to such superficial and simplistic logic, it’ll only make you lose your uniqueness."

Pity the accused showed no sign of guilt, even smiling while commenting.

"When you truly open your eyes, you’ll realize there’s no direct relation between the two."

"...What does it mean?"

Maryanne couldn’t suppress her curiosity while the other had already lost interest in her, looking skywards again.

...

No reaction there.

Fu Qian knew perfectly well that this place was at a high point of a building, and Maryanne’s observation was correct; there weren’t any stress-induced changes around.

The large-scale unveiling of the Clear Dream Ring, under the situation where this Corridor of the Wicked was shrouded within, the "nightmare" seemed to remain calm.

But it doesn’t matter, it was meant to be groundwork, it hasn’t even begun yet.

"What on earth are you trying to do—"

Maryanne’s words stopped halfway, as if biting her tongue.

Amid the screeching sound, the metal cover she placed over the little window was slowly being drawn open again by what seemed like an invisible force.

And this was just the beginning.

There was hardly time to show shock as the metal cover pulled to its limit continued to be dragged upward.

The small window, the stone walls, even the ceiling began to tear apart, bricks fell like rain, extending all the way along the corridor to the distance.

...

Gone was the narrow view, and the evening sky suddenly spread above.

The contrast was so great it nearly caused a suffocating sensation.

But more suffocating was how this was accomplished... and what exactly this person intended to do?

"You’re insane... this will attract everyone!"

It was unclear which emotion was stronger, fear or anger; dodging the falling debris, Maryanne’s voice was noticeably trembling.

She was clearly not alone in this sentiment; her arm was even grabbed by Esther beside her while speaking.

This wasn’t out of trust, in fact, the latter’s expression was more detached than before, merely defeated by more intense fear.

And it’s evident Esther was different from most people. After the initial shock, the other cells in the corridor erupted with a pathological fervor.

Amid deafening noise, some were already attempting to climb out.

"Shh, don’t miss this moment."

In this evidently out-of-control state, the culprit even made a silence gesture.

"Remember what I said, don’t let mundane cognition impede yourself."

Miss what...

Amid repeated indecency, Maryanne finally restrained herself from asking this question, though this did not prevent her from glancing at the night sky.

This glance made her instantly freeze there.

On the deep celestial canvas, a dark moon had quietly appeared at some unknown time.

Even compared to the stars, it was not particularly bright, yet upon appearing, it seemed transcendent above all else, nothing could overshadow its brilliance.

"This is..."

"So elegant and beautiful, isn’t it? It’s incredible the Bloodline Clan took so many years to find Him!"

Fu Qian spoke with admiration, intoxicated by the sight.

As the Master of the Dream Realm, conjuring some visual effects was far too simple.

"But you needn’t blame yourself, since aside from the Stars Association, there were other things bewildering and preventing you from seeing this truth."

Huh—

A gasp accompanied by a grunt as Fu Qian suddenly reached back, grabbing a figure trying to approach; all without even turning his head.

"You just missed out on a monumental moment in life, Ben."

Gripping his throat, Fu Qian lifted the captive in front of him, surprisingly Maryanne’s teammate.

The debris provided cover for his stealth maneuver to strike when believed appropriate.

"I have to acknowledge, everyone’s perception varies, and it seems even compared to this nine-year-old girl next to you, you fall short."

The peculiar thing Ben tried spitting out came at the cost of having nearly normal traits once his throat was seized.

At this moment, under Fu Qian’s iron grip, he had utterly no power to resist.

"Let him go!"

However, there were two flesh-like vines closing in.

Maryanne recovered quickly, acting first upon realizing what happened, her voice cold.

"I acknowledge this is all fascinating, but it’s not enough to substantiate your tales and recklessness."

"Threaten me with this? Are you sure?"

Fu Qian glanced at the freshly wielded weapon, his tone exaggeratedly surprised.

"...I realize I might not be your match, so I simply want to recommend rethinking the meeting plan; I believe more than one would be interested in your story—given more proof is provided."

"Alright."

In the face of Maryanne’s not-too-forceful response, Fu Qian genuinely considered and casually tossed Ben back.

Moreover, with the movement, the torn roof seemed to be reparing, almost as if time reversed, until the night sky was entirely obscured, everything returned to repression.

"What is going on..."

Not only Maryanne, but the entire corridor reverberated with dream-like sighs.

"Here’s the evidence you wanted."

Fu Qian chose to ignore her and instead reached forward; when his hand withdrew, a dark energy-filled arrow was in his grasp.

The Clear Dream Ring had been withdrawn earlier precisely because he realized that after a series of maneuvers, the nightmare finally couldn’t hold its composure.

[Containment condition met; eliminate the Nightmare Spokesperson to cause the nightmare to fall into reality]

Almost concurrently, the long-awaited voice resounded in consciousness.

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