Facing an Ancient God for a Year-Chapter 1408 - 1406 Calamity Strikes (21)

Amidst the lines on his palm, faint traces of blood appeared, winding like someone was painting in the Void.

Without taking the assignment Riet handed over, Fu Qian opened his hand, his gaze fixed on the reemerging insignia of the Abandonment King.

After yet another round of impact just now, the progressed degree of dream control made this operation effortless, not to mention the pattern itself was simple.

And a few seconds later, with the task completed once more, Fu Qian finally reached out to take Riet’s masterpiece, placing them side by side.

"Are there any omissions?"

Because of his actions, the anxious Riet couldn’t help but lean over, cautiously comparing the two patterns.

Yet obviously, her untrained eyes saw nothing unusual.

Fu Qian, equally unskilled, didn’t notice anything either.

The pattern that appeared in his palm was exactly the same as the one on paper—crude, lofty, having nothing to do with the Abandonment King.

Even though in his mind just now, it was indeed the correct insignia.

...

In fact, when showing it to Riet earlier, Fu Qian had already felt a strange sense in his heart, as if something was interfering with him.

However, at that moment, to maintain composure, with just enough control, all his energy was spent in those few seconds, and he didn’t even have a chance to glance when retracting his hand.

And this scene in front of him once again proved how important it is to check after completing an assignment.

The Abandonment King insignia, which was undoubtedly real in his perception, had somehow been forcibly altered.

The purpose seemed obvious—the insignia that directly pointed to his essence was not allowed to be conveyed in this dream.

To be honest, seeing such a change with his own eyes was not excessively strange.

The current situation was clear, the forces of the corridor, mainly Alarakir’s erosion, were using him and the Interlocutor as tools to struggle for survival.

And Alarakir did not oppose this, even spending effort to help.

Because if it truly succeeds, the fruits of victory would undoubtedly be reaped by Him, with the two tools merely deciding if they could get a taste of the soup.

In Tyler’s dream, the Transcendent power he could easily manifest was proof.

The appearance belonged to him, the core belonged to Him.

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And upon realizing this, he halted the violent contamination of Tyler and sent him away.

To this, the Interlocutor almost instantly expressed confusion, but Alarakir had no means of Punishment, seemingly in line with what the former said, just a measure of slight awakening.

Sadly, it was only seemingly so.

In this new dream, when he attempted to circumvent the Transcendent nature’s contamination and only sought a way out through the transmission of information, he encountered interference at the first instance.

...

Letting the Interlocutor hold steadfast in Tyler’s dream, he came out to seek other routes, his internal journey shown through the recent operations was rather evident.

Because of the lesson with Tyler, this time it was another entrant with poor aptitude, decisively he did not spend excessive effort like before, effectively securing dream control rights, and proceeding with violent contamination.

Instead, he began to sit and discuss, starting purely from the mental level.

To him, it was undoubtedly an attempt to bypass the interference.

To Alarakir, however, it was a pure waste of time and resources, a tool’s attempt to escape control.

Under such circumstances, He could no longer remain low-key.

The anomaly of the insignia was simple, someone, like him, quietly snatched a certain degree of control over the dream, interfering with the manifestation of the insignia.

And Brother Interlocutor was still loyally serving Tyler, the probability of reaching here was extremely low.

When unnecessary, do not increase entities.

Compared to the possibility of Alarakir having other invisible tools here, Fu Qian was more inclined to understand that His own will was even clearer than imagined.

Confronting his small actions, the first thing to do was to block the retreat, personally helping him to see the reality.

Even the insignia in front of him now might very well be His own.

Of course, over there with Tyler, one can be sure He did not do this, when the mask was removed it was clear as day, certainly the original Abandonment King.

The reason for this disparate treatment seems partly that it was primarily used for conspiracy rather than evangelism at that time, an assessed risk not worth exposing an active state prematurely.

On the other hand, his efficiency at securing dream control at that time was too high, for Him to reach an interference level, which would perhaps have resulted in the dream falling and subsequently losing value.

He was unwilling to waste like that.

"No omissions, you’ve drawn well, you seem to genuinely exhibit a talent at the faith level."

The next moment, facing Riet’s query, Fu Qian nodded slightly, finally offering "preliminary recognition."

He did not attempt to depict or convey the true form of the insignia through pen, paper, or words.

Alarakir’s obviously unrestrained actions already implied He no longer minded exposure to this extent.

His other methods would almost certainly continue to be distorted, and if necessary, He might very well directly tear this dream apart.

In fact, Fu Qian could already sense a force rapidly taking unmasked control of this dream.

This once again proved that this dream held almost no value to Him anymore.

After all, this direct intervention undoubtedly would trigger corresponding countermoves, just a step away from being dragged beyond the door.

"Thank you for the recognition... so what should I do next?"

Grateful yet slightly uneasy about the praise received, Riet clearly felt that Fu Qian’s peculiar actions must have further reasons.

"Simple, do what you just promised."

It seemed he had long figured out the answer to this question, as Fu Qian replied while directly standing up and heading out.

Hmm?

A bit taken aback, yet Riet at this moment dared not show disrespect to Venerable Fu, merely watching his departure without asking further.

And until he closed the door with a flick of his hand and truly left gracefully, she finally realized in shock.

The promise just now—respect goodwill... do not disturb others’ sleep?

He’s going to her sister!

The thought almost made her want to leap up, but after a struggle, Riet ultimately sat frozen in place, silently staring at the insignia before her.

...

Of course, Fu Qian wasn’t going to Veil’s place, as it was evident she wasn’t there.

Please follow me...

As the door behind closed, a figure silently emerged from behind the beige wall not far away, it was none other than Veil, wearing only a robe.

Her expression was slightly complex, though silent, her demeanor and actions conveyed the meaning from above, and upon confirming Fu Qian followed, she turned to lead the way.

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