Looking directly at the ancient gods for a whole year

Chapter 2406 The Prophet is Dead (Part 12)
Even superheroes need to know how to use their brains.

The reason for Lord Crystal's continuous changes of expression is now clear. That look of reminiscing about past regrets was mainly an act, a test of her reaction.

Even though she had said earlier that she believed she really wanted to find Akasha, she still chose to hold back and not reveal the whole story.

Very reasonable.

It's not wise to tell everything when faced with a dangerous person of unknown origin.

This persona has been with me ever since we last met, and it hasn't improved at all.

And we should always look on the positive side. Even though she saw through it herself, Lady Crystal still shared her true guess.

“You’re right. I thought she finally couldn’t hide anymore and revealed her tracks.”

After only a brief silence, Fu Qian's statement was met with Crystal's candid confession, in which she made no attempt to hide her disappointment.

“Even before you took off your mask just now, I was still more inclined to believe that Akasha was playing a prank.”

Staring intently at the face Fu Qian had sculpted, she shook her head slightly at that moment.

"Oh? So why have we ruled out a prank now?"

Upon hearing the mention of crystals, Fu Qian expressed great interest.

"...To be honest, I did suspect that this face was fake too. After all, Akasha and I witnessed the same thing about Andil, and she was fully capable of creating this disguise."

The other party's focus was somewhat unusual, but Crystal still followed the train of thought, indicating that she had indeed thought about this point, and then gestured to Catherine next to her again.

"Until later I discovered that you had no desire for her."

Oh?
This statement is somewhat discouraging, and the line of reasoning seems a bit strange.

"Shouldn't this be even more suspicious? Could Akasha have some kind of special orientation?"

Fu Qian glanced at Catherine, whose head was hanging even lower.

"...I was mainly referring to appetite."

Seemingly realizing the problem with her expression, Crystal quickly emphasized something.

"Don't assume that Akasha eats everything. The allure of each food is different... For example, even now, I feel a thirst when I look at her."

……

I see, there are indeed some special circumstances.

He nodded slightly, and at that moment, Fu Qian had no further questions.

It must be said that this demigod's confusion is quite reasonable. On the one hand, there is reason to believe that Akasha is not dead, and on the other hand, what appears on her body is clearly the mark of the Spider Queen.

The forms of power are similar, and even the side effects are the same.

What exactly happened behind the scenes is truly intriguing.

"But what you said does remind me, are you really human?"

Just as Fu Qian was deep in thought, Crystal seemed to have thought of something.

Is such a trivial matter worth questioning? It's just a low-level desire.

The Crystal Demigod has been stuck in this small place for too long, and his knowledge is somewhat lacking.

Upon hearing this, Fu Qian glanced at Catherine.

The clothes didn't even fit properly; it was obvious that she had just grabbed something to wear in a hurry, but it still couldn't hide her shapely figure.

As the person involved, Catherine's position in this conversation was rather low; she was practically burying her face in her arms.

Is it possible that I look down on such ordinary, common women?

I still feel deeply sympathetic about this, and smoothly added insult to injury before I finished.

"...So what is your purpose in seeking out Akasha?"

When Catherine buried her face in her chest, Crystal was speechless and quickly steered the conversation back on track. "Find the Prophet."

The pre-payment follow-up was equally efficient.

……

"No wonder you think the Prophet isn't dead? You want to find Akasha to prove it?"

Crystal instantly understood what Fu Qian meant.

"Or it proves that he is indeed dead."

However, the approach to payment doesn't have to be so rigid; the key is to understand the situation clearly.

The mission objective has not yet appeared, and Yuan Fang is clearly a key element for Weijianzhiqiu. It would never hurt to try to make more contact with him.

"So you really are an outsider... I must say, your thinking is very clear."

Not minding being corrected, Crystal seemed to trust the previous statement even more.

It's not surprising, since if it were a local demigod, it would be hard for them to think of finding a higher-level transcendent as a medium to contact the prophet.

"Unfortunately, as someone who has had more contact with the prophet, I can only tell you that both of these goals are very difficult to achieve... Did you go to his room this time?"

However, Crystal immediately poured cold water on the idea, indicating that reality might be quite harsh.

"No."

Before paying, he honestly shook his head.

"Of course you don't, otherwise you would find that everything has changed beyond recognition."

Crystal gave a strange smile for the first time, staring in a certain direction, and said something surprising.

"How to say?"

Knowing that it was the location of the apartment where Yuan Fang used to live, Fu Qian was very curious about this claim.

I have indeed heard of the traditional virtue of "the tea grows cold after the person leaves," but the prophet's body was barely cold when room 802 was demolished.
"The place is still there, of course, but it's completely empty now... and you remember that window facing the lake?"

Crystal shook her head, indicating that it wasn't that exaggerated.

"I remember, the view was excellent."

Fu Qian readily indulged in his memories, even conjuring up an image of Yuan Fang lounging on a deck chair on the balcony.

"There are no windows there now, only a door... a door that, when viewed from inside the room, only reveals mist."

What Crystal described next was undoubtedly even more bizarre.

The word "fog," in particular, inevitably brings to mind the passageway for outsiders that Akasha mentioned—

Outside the Hill of the Unseen, there is a mist-like thing that wanders around. Outsiders who enter it will disappear automatically after a while, but the natives will not react at all.

"Indeed astonishing, but this alone doesn't seem enough to prove that the prophet is dead?"

Although he did not question the crystal's description the next moment, Fu Qian still connected it with the previous content and expressed doubt about the claim that the prophet was dead.

"Because he himself said... directly telling everyone that he was no longer needed here, that his mission and life had come to an end."

Crystal gave a cold laugh and continued to make startling remarks.

There are such things... This is getting more and more abstract.

"So what exactly is the effect of that door?"

Fu Qian exclaimed in admiration, feeling that the meal was well worth it.

"Go inside and you will be free—that’s what’s written next to the door."

Crystal's answer didn't seem too unexpected, although the additional information sounded a bit strange.

"That's why some places are much quieter now, and a large group of people are still gathered around there."