Chapter 1032: Chapter 1030: Reconnaissance and Counter-Reconnaissance Chapter 1032: Chapter 1030: Reconnaissance and Counter-Reconnaissance “Recently, it really feels like good fortune is coming my way!”
“But to stumble upon information about a Divine Trait just by an illegal entry?”
That’s right, the connection Fu Qian realized in that instant was somewhat similar to the feeling when he “overthinks.”
Therefore, he decisively decided to check another 10 SAN Points.
Although not true Divine Beings, under the Pseudo-Divine Being status, the chaos in the Tide dissipated immensely in an instant, reducing the oppressive force significantly.
Fu Qian was thus able to discern that subtle piece of information more clearly.
This strong sense of destiny seemed indeed not to be an illusion.
Flashes of movement, the next moment Fu Qian followed that slim connection and sped off.
Such an unexpected clue was impossible to abandon.
The duration of a Pseudo-Divine Being was limited, and continuous operation was not possible due to the need for intervals; every second was precious.
He even activated the Return Edict on the move.
Based on past experience, this tactic effectively dispelled anomalies, and it seemed worthwhile to try it against the imbalance caused by the Tide’s wash.
As it turned out, there was some effect, easing the accumulation of loss of control.
Indeed, it was chaotic.
As time passed, Fu Qian grew more convinced that this place might be the absolute forbidden area Old Master Xiumeng had referred to.
The state of time and space was definitely off, as he tried to use the relics behind him as coordinates while running, but soon discovered that the relative position was constantly leaping as he moved further away from them.
The farther from the relics, the higher the degree of chaos and disorder seemed.
Fu Qian quickly concluded, yet his steps did not stop.
Chaos wasn’t necessarily a bad thing.
If the degree was sufficient, the ground beneath his feet, which appeared vast, might not waste too much of his time–indeed, not much at all.
In the next moment, an incredible sensation came over him, and the lengthy remaining journey was traversed in a single step.
Fu Qian felt as if he had passed through some barrier and fallen into nothingness.
Yet the Tide did not stop, and at the same time, a bizarre array of phantoms unfolded before his eyes, like a cluster of overlapping soap bubbles.
The numerous “information” of the Tide was permeating out of these illusions.
At the same time, his body seemed to undergo a strange transformation.
Fu Qian found that he could clearly see every blood vessel and even the cross-section of the blood flow.
As if his entire body had been flattened and evenly laid out, allowing him to navigate through the gaps of the soap bubbles.
While these soap bubbles appeared illusory, they seemed to contain reality and were truly penetrable.
This was not a baseless claim, as the place from which he had come was now just one of the bubbles.
“It shouldn’t all be dangerous, otherwise the Night Watchman would be too busy to cope.”
Chasing that slim connection swiftly, Fu Qian felt that only a small fraction of all the bubbles were emanating oppressive force.
Unfortunately, his target, suspected to be the location of the Divine Trait, was among them.
It should still be worth a look.
Considering the situation and quickly calculating the time, Fu Qian made a swift decision and took a step toward his target.
Without any hindrance, Fu Qian naturally disengaged from that stretched state as the bizarre lights and shadows around him vanished.
In their place was a pervasive deep crimson and a pungent smell that defied imagination.
At the same time, the ground beneath his feet felt hollow and barely supportive, as if he had sunk into a viscous liquid.
Quite a picture of corruption oozing all around.
Stabilizing his posture easily, Fu Qian gazed around and remarked.
Clearly, as the tactile feedback suggested, he was standing in an endless, dense crimson “lake.”
Looking around, he could see more than one towering column erupting from the lake’s surface, as tall as several buildings, among other shapes resembling flesh and blood.
Without exception, their surfaces were covered with deep red rust resembling flowers.
And that stench, far surpassing the concept of mere “foulness,” emanated from all of this.
Even immediately holding his breath, the lingering scent still felt like it was corroding his lungs.
Was this a high-ranking Divine Being battered to death and discarded here?
Fu Qian naturally recalled today’s academic exploration.
As a meticulous scholar, facing the intense illusions just before, he had also paid attention to the Divine Ashes Institute’s Holy Land but to no avail.
Considering that the latter’s method of entry was still far simpler, he deduced it to be a relatively independent place.
Regardless, the sensation of high-ranking remains was still somewhat similar, and even this place contained creatures from the biological domain.
Fu Qian lowered his head, scrutinizing the utterly opaque surface of the lake.
Despite being in a Pseudo-Divine Being state, his perception of what lay beneath was still infinitely vague due to the high-ranking Order combined with extreme chaos.
Nevertheless, Fu Qian was sure something alive was down there, the reason…
Next moment, a black and red tentacle burst out of the water, raised into mid-air.
This was initially morphed for stabilizing his posture.
It must be said, after trying many forms, this one was the most comfortable and effortless.
Yet at that moment, several white, slippery worms of varying lengths appeared on the tentacle.
Clearly, these creatures must be the original inhabitants of the lake, feeding at an incredible speed.
Regarding how they discovered him as their “food,”
Fu Qian now lifted a foot.
This core part of his body, far stronger than the tentacles and partially submerged in the lake, had places already corroded to reveal bones.
Even worms of the same variety were happily burrowing through them.
For his current state, resisting physically in this place was still too much of a stretch.
Leaping lightly onto a protrusion, with a crackling sound, Fu Qian’s legs snapped off in unison, leaving the flesh for the local residents to enjoy.
The same went for the tentacle.
While supporting his body with new tentacles, as his legs rapidly regenerated, Fu Qian observed the cheerful local residents without any intention to interfere.
The reason was simple: leveraging the effects of Pseudo-Divine Being, his awareness remained maximally undisturbed.
Even now, while these worms appeared similar, some felt oddly different, raising suspicions that not all were native.
It should be noted that if he had indeed found the right place, what needed utmost caution in this exploration was always the potential alarms installed by the Night Watchman An, so no anomaly could be overlooked.
The reason he had timed the Pseudo-Divine Being state as his action standard earlier, rather than the physical endurance limit, was to preserve the ability to sense anomalies.
Even to minimize disturbance to the surroundings, the moment he entered, Fu Qian directly canceled the Return Edict.