Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 2262: Chapter 2257: Darkness of Light

You can always trust the Dark Moon Pontiff Niel Glegorya.

When the Witch expressed no need for assistance, Fu Qian didn’t insist.

The subsequent changes seemed to prove this trust was correct.

Beyond clear objectives, the Witch had evidently evaluated the dangers thoroughly, never imagining a seamless success.

The omnipresent, seemingly ignited moonlight was undoubtedly an ultimate enhancement of the treatment just witnessed.

The rust-colored slaughter could be said to be instantly suppressed to the extreme.

But remember it was mentioned before how the Witch achieved this—integrating with the moonlight from the corridor to permeate the authority.

On one hand, this was indeed an incredibly flexible adaptation to easily restrict the omnipresent assaults.

On the other hand, it meant the Witch was actively drawing closer to the Nightmare Corridor, as if fearing not being absorbed fast enough.

This was undoubtedly an extremely dangerous act, the epitome of dancing on the knife’s edge.

And now, the scale increased several times over.

Fu Qian believed that at this moment, the prisoners behind the scenes received not only this cold power of the Dark Moon but also an uncompromising determination not to dawdle with them.

If they wished to continue, some realizations might have to occur.

Even if they didn’t want to continue, it might not be up to them——

After letting the moon’s brilliance illuminate the entire corridor, the Witch’s action did not end.

She seemed like the sole focus of all the moonlight, or as if she was the moonlight itself.

Amidst the surround of many rusty, deformed weapons, she extended her translucent palm, as if supporting something heavy.

The extreme contrast instinctively held one’s breath, even causing the Avenger Interlocutor to forcibly cease his thoughts, trembling at the scene.

And a more terrifying scene soon appeared.

In the hollow of the Witch’s lifted palm, clearly unimpeded by any object, there appeared a shadow that could not be seen through no matter what.

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Dark Night? Deep Sleep of Time and Moon?

Frankly, the sensation was somewhat similar, as if conjuring a pure ”beyond vision” space out of thin air.

Except much smaller, much heavier in sensation.

Even so, Fu Qian still wouldn’t use terms like a black hole to describe it.

There is darkness in light.

He preferred to crown it with such a name.

The concept of ”Darkness” at this moment achieved complete sublimation, transforming into a totally independent category, like the universe’s most essential unknown—Ka!

The unknown was even expanding, though the sound didn’t come from it.

At that moment, the once-nearly-motionless deadly weapons, despite not touching the mass of black, were already bending and shattering.

Then, the mass of black shattered as well, turning into hundreds or thousands of dark stars, swirling and dispersing, flying into the dense mist.

”What a mesmerizing brilliance, more dreamy than the first moon, especially as it flickers at the nightmare’s edge...”

Meanwhile, the Inner Diplomat’s ode continued, full of lavish praises for the scene created by the Witch.

”Was that night as dark? Truly an enchanting sweetness...”

Undoubtedly emotionally charged, one could almost imagine a figure floating gracefully like a celestial being, drifting with the phantom mist — even many of them.

Behind the shattered deadly weapons were broken insects, yet, at a moment, even on those insects, Fu Qian seemed to sense that ethereal quality.

Nonexistent, yet omnipresent.

Which made him suddenly recall a phrase.

The as-yet-unnamed ”Inner Diplomat,” at that moment, seemed to transform into countless incarnations, permeating in every direction.

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Truly an advanced hide-and-seek technique, one would think it fit for a psychic series participant.

Even as an opponent, Fu Qian expressed recognition at that moment.

The opponent’s actions could be said to be within expectations.

Even if unwilling to face direct combat losses, every effort had to be made to keep the two of them stalled on the current level, avoiding overly efficient intrusion.

It’s just that this method was indeed astonishing.

Actually, when sweeping with the gaze radar earlier, one could feel that ungraspable quality.

Just as the Witch mentioned, this place provided him with some irrational concealment and hiding advantage.

On one hand, perhaps it’s the host’s advantage, on the other, could it be that this individual’s power especially aligns with the dreamscape?

In Fu Qian’s view, it’s a very reasonable situation, for hide-and-seek it’s natural to find the best hiding spot, like a player coming with built-in camouflage.

In any case, lacking deeper connection links, the opponent’s instantaneous disappearance at this moment meant his disaster eyes could no longer pinpoint it.

This is also why a special confirmation with the Witch was made, whether any additional actions from him were needed.

Obviously, it’s not as though there’s no way under such circumstances; the Tyrant’s methods are numerous, and the equipment is armed to the teeth.

But most of these methods are relatively violent, attempts might be made, but considerations must be made for potentially disrupting the clues to seek the Dark Moon.

And the Witch’s ultimate choice, actively bonding with the Dark Moon and thus mastering the situation, could really be said to have avoided this point, except for the exponentially increasing risk to herself.

In theory, if they couldn’t swiftly capture a person or directly find the Dark Moon, it might even be cooperating with the prisoners’ plan——

The longer it dragged on, the more inseparable the guest would become with the dreamscape.

”Which door?”

The Witch didn’t bother with that provocative speech, after completing the previous actions she directly looked at the Interlocutor, as if confirming the next stop with a guide.

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”Not this door...”

At that moment, the pressure sustained by the Interlocutor seemed vast enough for bones to creak.

Yet, as an ”Avenger,” he somehow resolutely came to his senses, biting his teeth to make a refreshingly transcendental judgment.

The next moment, directly turning around, he walked deeper into the corridor ahead, utterly unconcerned with the murderous aura manifesting around.

Of course, mainly relying on the Witch’s moonlight that froze everything.

Perhaps due to ”betrayal,” the weapons clearly no longer shunned the Interlocutor, also targeting him.

Had it not been for that near-standstill speed, even with a do-or-die resolve it would have been hard to traverse two steps intact.

”I don’t know the reason, but intuition tells me it’s here.”

Without going far, the Interlocutor soon stopped before a familiar silver door,

Providing quite a subjective reason, he opened the door directly.

This time there was no anomaly behind the door, and the Interlocutor relentlessly opened another larger-sized doorway on the wall behind—

”The nightmare always restarts at the end, so how do you plan to celebrate?”

His welcoming words as the Inner Diplomat came face-to-face, apparently awaited.

Yet, his answer was instantly met with an explanation.

Together with Fu Qian, bypassing the Interlocutor standing still, the Witch stretched out her hand directly, once again condensing ”Darkness in Light.”