Chapter 1031: Chapter 1029: I Want This Chapter 1031: Chapter 1029: I Want This “Yes,” Fu Qian thought of a method to try, which was to seek help from the Red Moon.
Although in a poor state, given its rank and conservative estimate of nearly a thousand years of existence, the probability of knowing about that anomaly wasn’t small.
The thought process needed to be opened up, and this wasn’t just empty talk.
Compared to when he last left, the Half-step Moon seemed to have undergone no changes at all.
In an icy solitude, the red moon in the sky and the blue planet resonated with each other in a mysterious way.
“Child…”
Almost immediately, that familiar sweet call came through, filled with seemingly endless joy.
Following a much more intense beam of red moonlight, Fu Qian observed an enigmatic outline emerging above, quickly identifying the sphere that represented Emperor Yasui.
Although not much time had passed, it seemed increasingly in harmony with its surroundings; the Red Moon appeared to be slowly digesting him.
In some sense, was he feeding an Evil God?
Compared to his own identity as “more evil than an Evil God,” it was quite fitting.
During a period of divergent thinking, Fu Qian greeted with his mind, while blue luminescence flickered in his hand.
In a place like the Half-step Moon, which was inherently unreal and driven by the will of Divine Beings, unfolding the Clear Dream Ring was not easy.
Thanks to divine-level Insight, it didn’t shatter instantly.
What followed was an extremely cautious act by Fu Qian, like slowly seeking permission.
After a prolonged effort, he managed to expand the dream to the size of an apartment.
Even so, he could feel a special will penetrating the dream, casting its gaze.
This was truly the ranking of Divine Beings!
Fu Qian, unbothered by the Red Moon’s behavior, carefully adjusted the content of the dream.
This time he didn’t recreate his home but a corner of a majestic building.
Silent and dark, wooden racks lay scattered around, books dropped everywhere, with visibility solely provided by the faint light floating in the air.
Indeed, Fu Qian recreated the place where the senior Liliyana had hidden herself.
Considering he knew little about the destination and the Red Moon’s cognitive state was poor, making a verbal description unlikely to yield results, Fu Qian chose to recreate the scene he had experienced for the Red Moon to see.
This is what I want!
With the scene set, next came the emotions.
He tried his best to restore it to the exact detail; the next moment, Fu Qian’s will completely focused on recalling the gaze and pressure he felt at that time.
Self-oppression was quite a challenging task; Fu Qian adjusted several times until he somewhat satisfied with the effect.
Under that oppression, after a few seconds of subtle imbalance, he suddenly had a feeling, turned his head, and looked to his left — a somewhat out-of-place door.
Fu Qian was very certain, there had been nothing there originally.
Even the style of the door was noticeably different.
Dark as ink, its surface was covered in blood groove-like channels forming a pattern full of ferocious atmosphere, with liquid that truly resembled blood flowing inside.
Meeting his requirements while also hinting at danger?
Silently understanding its significance, Fu Qian stepped forward and pushed the door open.
…
Amazing!
Observing the scene behind the door, Fu Qian first marveled.
Facing him, there was a balcony extending outside the building, intricately designed, with the color-shifting sky matching the style of the dream he had crafted.
The only problem was that it had already gone beyond the coverage of the Clear Dream Realm.
A hand swept through a drifting iridescence before his eyes, and his very being noticeably fluctuated, with a faint sense of imbalance.
It seemed like it had really happened!
He had not only opened a pathway for himself but even accurately pinpointed the described location–it was truly considerate.
Fu Qian didn’t disappoint these intentions and directly stepped through the door.
As the ruler of the Clear Dream Realm, he was clearly aware that he had left the area, but it had not dissipated. Instead, together with that door, it formed a stable exit, waiting for his return.
…
The destruction he had caused last time seemed to have left no trace.
Revisiting the old place, Fu Qian walked cautiously, surveying the surroundings.
The walls that he had collapsed with a powerful spell were now restored to their original state, once again proving the unreality of this place.
Of course, the senior Liliyana was no longer there.
Following the traces in his memory, Fu Qian quickly reached the staircase and headed downstairs.
He had no intention of traversing this place to fight monsters or the like; he wanted to see the outside.
Though grand, the height of the building was not too exaggerated, and soon Fu Qian was nearing the ground level.
However, the lower he went, the more bizarre the scenes before him became.
What could still be considered a decrepit building was like a skeleton corroded by flesh, rapidly breaking apart at an alarming rate.
By the time he reached the ground, it could hardly even be called a complete skeleton anymore, with only two mottled pillars remaining.
Yet even so, surprisingly, it did not affect the stability above.
It was as quiet as he had imagined.
Jumping down from mid-air, landing on what seemed like dust but stirred like mist, Fu Qian stood silently for a moment, inwardly commenting.
There were no abnormal reactions; from then until now, it seemed he was the only one here.
Not too strange, considering it was the place the senior chose as a hideaway; a high safety index was quite normal.
And from the remnants of resentment left by Liliyana, the only thing she worried about was some kind of “Tide” washing over.
Fu Qian realized something, looking up at the shattered structures above.
Could it really have been washed away by the Tide?
Even before the thought ended, Fu Qian, sensing something, looked down at his hand.
That subtle sense of imbalance had suddenly magnified a thousandfold, as if a surging torrent was tearing and washing away.
And looking up, the lights that had been wandering around, like a disturbed flock of sheep, suddenly increased in speed, turning into rampant streaming lights.
But they were not the “Tide”; Fu Qian knew this clearly.
The wash came instantly, and unlike these streaming lights, there was no gap in between.
At most, they were just a few specks of foam swept up by the Tide.
During this sudden anomaly, a familiar sensation of gaze and pressure also appeared synchronously, and both their number and intensity were exaggeratedly strong, like a wave rolling up all kinds of mess.
Even though he had solidified a Demigod profession compared to last time, a concept known as losing control was rapidly growing.
The senior’s fishing environment is indeed harsh!
In his reflection, realizing his bad luck and perhaps it was time to pick another time to come, Fu Qian was about to return inside the building when, in the next moment, from the chaotic gazes, he discerned a trace surpassing flesh and blood.
…Is there also an opportunity here?
[SAN Points -10]
Surprised, Fu Qian immediately activated Pseudo-Divine Being.