Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 2500: Chapter 2495: Moore’s Rapid Collapse

Marvelous.

Fu Qian remarked that when he leaped out just now, he could still clearly see the carvings on the window.

However, at this moment, that place seemed devoid of the slightest trace of living presence.

The legendary Hell Storm must be just like this, right?

In this situation, he glanced inside, and after confirming there were still no half-gods of the Bloodline Clan or remains, Fu Qian walked straight into the raging storm.

The situation was becoming increasingly bizarre, but as mentioned earlier, it takes something beyond reason to indicate a discovery beyond reason.

Moreover, for Fu Qian, he was gradually adapting to the new discoveries.

Like, what exactly happened to Selana?

After all, she was a Demigod, and such a silent disappearance was rare.

Did she follow her own hint to find traces of the Death Overlord and encounter some accident?

The rank involved is significant, but don’t forget that ”Death Overlord” was just a gimmick he casually threw out.

There was no previous evidence to suggest this place was related to Him, so this explanation was a bit too irresponsible.

Overall, considering his limited knowledge of Moore, it seemed really hard to judge what exactly happened with Selana.

However, the thought process must be flexible. No matter what, Selana’s encounter can simply be summarized in one phrase—the mysterious disappearance of a Demigod.

And if that’s the case, doesn’t it provide a reference point?

While communicating with the Greedy Worms, Mr. Laurie Sr. introduced their commission.

The very first task was to closely monitor Sorondir’s movements and confirm if his ship ”returned” after the storm.

Does this also involve a Demigod’s disappearance?

Discarding all sorts of formalities, does this fall into a category similar to Selana’s situation?

Even when thinking from this perspective, the possible causes are almost self-evident—

Because of what Sorondir was searching for in the storm?

In fact, there was no need to go out to sea; Selana might have found it ashore?

...

Sorondir, piloting his ship, would surf near Moore whenever the storm arose, seeking his opportunity for advancement.

It’s a bit abstract, but honestly, among the various rituals known up to now, it’s not even that peculiar.

And in Fu Qian’s view, no matter what it specifically is, the thing he was looking for is likely not exclusively noticed; other Transcendents might sense it too.

After all, don’t forget Yasui’s plan.

Hiring Laurie and the others might seem like a joke at first glance.

But the overly detailed arrangements afterwards revealed a hint of strangeness.

Moreover, to Yasui, how could such matters possibly be a joke?

So, could it be assumed that they’re confident this arrangement would already be effective?

Seemingly irrelevant, yet actually highly targeted?

No matter how you look at it, this seems like a more reasonable explanation.

And as is well known, to move a massive object with minimal effort, the prerequisite is a high degree of mastery over the situation.

So could it further be assumed that Yasui is actually clear about what Sorondir is searching for?

If they have seen it, why wouldn’t Selana encounter it?

Especially given how active the storms have been the past two days.

At a certain moment, Fu Qian stopped in his tracks, feeling as if everything was starting to align.

Even the scenery before him—was Tooth Throat Lay Buddhist not exaggerating, was the slaughterhouse’s outer wall originally white?

...

The distance wasn’t far, and Fu Qian’s direction was very clear.

After leaving Selana’s resting place, his first curiosity was about what the slaughterhouse, so laden with Sinful Power, would look like under this Hell Storm.

The fact proved the route was quite accurate; in the blink of an eye, that distinctive stacked box building came into view.

Indeed, just like the window earlier, it no longer looked as bright and beautiful as during the day.

Full of withering decay, the outer walls were also changing color in large patches, turning yellowish-black.

Of course, Fu Qian wouldn’t think he was merely seeing the slaughterhouse’s appearance before renovation; he simply felt that even in such conditions, it still had a certain aura, increasing the likelihood that it was designed this way originally.

...

As he leaped out of the window, the Moore amidst the storm undoubtedly felt a bit different.

But it wasn’t a simple reappearance of yesterday because even the juice stall not far away was still there.

This was why Fu Qian chose to come here first.

If you want to make comparisons and find differences, it’s best to choose familiar scenes.

As he looked around now, he even spotted the seat he once occupied.

Sadly, like everything else in view, it was steeped in that pervasive aura of decay.

Within just a few hours, it felt as if a long time had passed over it.

The most critical point—the fire.

Even in the midst of the storm’s fury, there was a fire like that on the bats burning.

Not only the tables and chairs he had sat on, but this sight was common along the way.

And consistent with the previous perception, under the strange flames, everything seemed to decay doubly.

Truly a marvelous place, offering much to experience without the need for a Burial Scroll.

In addition, there’s one thing that can almost be concluded: Selana undoubtedly came to this place and then vanished from the real Moore.

Everything continues to align. The question is what the Half-god of the Blood Clan found, while Sorondir might not have ventured in.

Moreover, considering it could be found on land, why does he insist on traversing the sea back and forth? This too seems an intriguing question.

”Hello there, young man.”

Just as Fu Qian was gathering his findings, a gentle greeting unexpectedly came from the darkness behind, shredded by the wind and rain.

...

”Hello there, person who is not young.”

Anyone who watches many horror films knows that such greetings from behind generally signal something extraordinary.

Though Fu Qian had been anticipating it for some time.

He naturally turned around, looking at the person almost within arm’s reach, equally extending a cordial greeting, even gesturing to invite them to sit down for a chat.

Though the address might seem peculiar, it was absolutely fitting.

The person indeed appeared to be elderly.

No beard, well-dressed, even wearing a formal hat.

But the furrowed face combined with the lean, withered body gave an impression of having experienced a lifetime of vicissitudes.

”I’ve been watching you from earlier; you seem to be looking for something.”

The elder, undeterred by Fu Qian’s address, actually responded to the invitation, taking a precarious seat.

The whole time, his murky eyes were fixed on Fu Qian’s face, appearing genuinely curious.

”Indeed, looking for someone.”

Fu Qian nodded, candidly stating his intention.

The old man wasn’t lying; he’d been following from afar since earlier, which is why Fu Qian had been anticipating this moment.

”Looking for someone...”

Though responding to his words seemingly surprised the elder, it took him a moment before he slowly spoke again.

”This place is filled with Dead Men.”