That’s right, the only way I could think of to try before paying was to ask Hongyue for help.
Although the state is not good, after all, the rank is there, and it is conservatively estimated to have existed for nearly a thousand years. The probability of knowing the strange location is not small.
You need to open your mind, this is not an empty talk.
Nothing seems to have changed on Half-Step Moon from the last time I left.
In the cold loneliness, the red moon and the blue planet in the sky echo each other in a wonderful way.
"child……"
Almost immediately, the familiar sweet call came, and there seemed to be endless joy in it.
Following the much brighter red moonlight, Fu Qian observed the strange outline looming above, and quickly identified the sphere representing Emperor Yasui.
Although it hasn't been too long, it seems to have become more and more coordinated with the surroundings, and the red moon seems to be digesting him little by little.
In a sense, does this count as raising an evil god?
It goes well with his identity as "more evil than the evil god".
During some divergent thinking, Fu Qian said hello with his mind, while the blue light on his hand flashed.
In an existence like Half-Step Moon, which itself is not a reality and is dominated by the will of gods, it is not easy to unfold a clear dream.
Thanks to the divine level of insight, it was not broken immediately.
And the next steps before paying were done very carefully, as if asking for permission bit by bit.
After a long period of hard work, he expanded his dream to the size of an apartment.
Even so, you can feel that a special will penetrates into the dream and casts its gaze.
This is the rank of a true god!
He didn't mind Hongyue's behavior and carefully adjusted the content of the dream before paying.
This time he did not recreate his home, but a corner of a magnificent building.
It is quiet and dark, with rickety wooden shelves and books scattered everywhere. The visibility comes entirely from the bits of light floating in the air.
That's right, the place that Fu Qian reappeared was exactly where senior Liliana was hiding.
Since he knew very little about where he was going, and Hong Yue was in poor mental condition, it was difficult to get results from verbal descriptions, so Fu Qian chose to reenact the scene he had experienced at that time for Hong Yue to see.
I want this!
The scene is there, and then comes the emotion.
Try your best to restore it accurately, concentrate your will completely on one point before the next moment, and recall the gaze and pressure you felt at that time.
Self-compression is still a difficult job, and you need to adjust it several times before you start to achieve a slightly satisfactory effect.
Under the pressure, the subtle imbalance of his body remained for a few seconds. The next moment, he felt something in his heart. He turned around and looked to the left, where he saw a door in an awkward position.
I made sure before paying that the place was empty.
Even the style of the doors is obviously different.
It is as black as ink, with grooves like blood grooves all over the surface, forming a pattern full of ferocious energy, and there is even real blood-like liquid flowing inside.
Not only does it satisfy your own requirements, but it also reminds you that it is dangerous?
Silently understanding the meaning, Fu Qian stepped forward and opened the door.
…
magic!
Looking at the scene behind the door, Fu Qian sighed with emotion for the first time.
Facing his own direction, there is a terrace extending out of the building. It has an exquisite shape and a sky with free colors. The style is quite similar to the dream he created.
The only problem is that it is already beyond the scope of Clear Dream.
His hand passed through the floating colors in front of his eyes, and there was a slight fluctuation in his own existence, giving him a vague sense of imbalance.
It seems like it’s really done!
Not only did it really open up a channel for myself, but it even accurately located the place described. It was so considerate.
Not living up to this intention, Fu Qian stepped directly through the door.
As the master of the clear dream, he clearly realized that he had left the range, but the latter did not dissipate, but formed a stable exit together with the door, waiting for his return.
…
There seems to be no trace of the damage caused last time.
Returning to the old place, I walked cautiously while looking around.
The wall that he had destroyed with his ultimate move had now been restored to its original state, once again proving the unreality of this place.
Of course, senior Liliana is no longer here.
Following the traces in his memory, Fu Qian quickly found the stairs and went all the way down.
He had no intention of visiting this place again to fight monsters, he wanted to take a look outside.
Although grand, the height of the building is not too exaggerated, and it was close to the ground level soon before paying.
But the further down you go, the weirder the scene in front of you becomes.
The building that could originally be called dilapidated became broken at an alarming rate like a skeleton whose flesh and blood had been eroded.
By the time it connected to the ground, it could hardly be called a complete skeleton, with only two mottled pillars remaining.
However, even so, it still did not affect the stability above.
It was as quiet as I imagined.
Jumping from mid-air, he landed on the ground that looked like dust but was agitated like clouds. He waited for a while and commented silently.
There was no abnormal reaction. From just now until now, it seemed that I was the only one here.
It's not too strange. After all, it was the place chosen by the seniors as a hiding place. It's normal for the safety index to be high.
Judging from Liliana's remaining resentment, the only thing she was worried about was the washing away of some kind of "tide".
Before he could react, he looked at the broken building above his head.
Could it be that it was washed like this by the tide?
The thought hadn't even ended yet. Fu Qian felt something in his heart and looked down at his hands.
That subtle sense of imbalance was magnified a thousand times in an instant, as if being torn and washed away by a surging torrent.
Looking up, the brilliance that was wandering around just now was like a flock of disturbed sheep, its speed increased sharply, and turned into a raging stream of light.
But they are not "tides", know this clearly before paying.
The washout occurs instantly, and unlike this streamer, there is no gap in the middle.
At best, they are just a few puffs of foam carried by the tide.
And in this sudden change, the familiar gaze and pressure appeared at the same time, and the number and intensity were too exaggerated, just like the waves rolled up all the messy things.
For a while, even though he had solidified his demigod profession compared to last time, a certain concept called loss of control was also growing rapidly.
The fishing environment for seniors is really difficult!
While sighing, Fu Qian realized that he was out of luck and should come back at another time. He was about to return to the building. The next moment, from his confused gaze, he discerned a connection beyond flesh and blood.
...Is there an opportunity here?
[San value minus 10]
Surprised, Fu Qian directly activated the pseudo-god transformation.
