Looking directly at the ancient gods for a whole year

Chapter 2413 The Prophet is Dead (Part 19)
Shall we sit down together?
As a contestant with considerable knowledge of communication etiquette, Fu Qian easily deciphered a certain meaning at that moment.

Yes, it really feels like meeting an old friend after a long separation. You casually invite them to sit down and chat, and it would be best if they could stay a little longer.

Considering they had only met once, this gesture was undoubtedly very polite, and it brought a touch of warmth to the otherwise desolate and dying world.

The problem is that it still contains a bit too little information and doesn't provide any substantial answers to the previous questions—or even intend to answer them again.

However, after extending the invitation, Yuan Fang quickly reversed his actions, returning to his previous posture.

"Thank you. I didn't expect so much to have happened since I last visited."

Fu Qian didn't seem to mind. The next moment, he actually sat down where the other person pointed and continued to stare at the big pot under his feet, feeling quite emotional.

"This scene really does seem to match what you told me before—that everyone is destined to perish in the ashes of fate, and that they don't even need to die in the cycle of reincarnation, but are constantly withering away."

Even when reminiscing about the past, they quickly recall the topics they once discussed.

One has to admire his foresight. Yuan Fang seems to be here for the first time, but the sight of people being burned in a giant cauldron is quite similar to his previous metaphor.

Not every person at the bottom of the lake has a complete body.

Missing and deformed things are everywhere, as if in an endless slumber, the self is gradually withering away and getting lost.

So that bustling Unseen Hill is filled with projections of these bodies?

Death is merely the temporary elimination of the projection, which will return at some unknown time.

To be honest, this model is quite consistent with the final conclusion of the previous mission.

Theoretically, it was only with his own help that the current stable state was achieved.

After all, at a glance, no more "fire" could be found.

Not only has a new balance been achieved, but the Mother of the Gospel seems to have disappeared without a trace.

If I had entered this place during the mission, the pot in front of me might have been red-hot.
……

Yuan Fang still did not respond, but after the lantern burned for a while, it became slightly brighter.

"It seems that the door in your room has become some kind of special passage. Although it doesn't lead to freedom, it allows people to see the truth."

Looking down, Fu Qian continued chatting, even bringing up the route they had taken.

"Although their reaction after seeing the truth may be somewhat worrying."

"After all, hope is good, but its disillusionment is especially devastating."

Even if his old friend didn't react, Fu Qian didn't make up any nonsense; he simply shared his own judgment.

"I'm also very curious about who left those things, since the probability of you doing it is very small."

“In fact, I don’t think that kind of behavior is very likely to be well-intentioned—by the way, you know, I recently met someone with the same name as you, who is suspected to be your junior.”

The next moment, however, the conversation shifted, and Fu Qian brought up a question he had previously considered verifying.

"Yuan Fang explained that his father, out of respect, specifically chose the name that his ancestors had used."

"And that brilliant senior was inspired by an unparalleled will in his youth and passed away peacefully... If it is such a coincidence, I can't help but wonder about the source of that inspiration and why he found you."

Hmm... so you don't do anything like nodding or shaking your head?

As I casually recounted the events, the changes before my eyes ultimately proved disappointing.

Specifically, nothing changed; after the initial invitation, Yuan Fang made no further response.

"Is this the deepest accumulation of human nature...?"

Fu Qian still didn't criticize him, but while talking to himself, he casually turned off the lamp next to him.

Darkness descended, and everything returned to deathly silence.

Throughout the entire process, he maintained his posture without changing, continuing to gaze in the direction of the large pot.

Time passed second by second, and everything seemed to continue forever.

Oh?
However, at a certain moment, an unusual light appeared from the direction we were looking, breaking the "darkest night." ...

Is it here? Indeed, it's about helping others and helping oneself.

That's right, it was the same ram-headed demon that was brought in back then.

Before paying, he said that the orange light looked somewhat familiar.

It even makes some sense.

If everyone from the Hill of Unseen is gathered in the cauldron, then it seems logical that the projection would return to its original form after entering.
It can even explain why it disappeared from my hand in an instant.

Unfortunately, this guy doesn't seem to be very sober.

Finally standing up, Fu Qian lightly leaped into the pot.

……

Is it because the rank is too low?

With light as a guide, finding it is incredibly easy.

Fu Qian quickly confirmed from the layers of limbs that it was indeed the person he had brought in, who was now buried deep below.

On the other part of the body, which was missing a piece, there were scorching marks like lava, through which only a faint light shone.

It was only slightly more active than those around it, struggling purely on instinct, and showed no signs of waking up.

Even the limbs continue to break down with such movements.

If one is too weak, even if the truth is right in front of them, they may not even be able to open their eyes to see it.
This seems to be an explanation—or rather, an unfounded guess.

But in any case, it has already been a great help.

Not to mention there seems to be a way to verify it—click!

With a soft crack, a parting gift, resembling amber, was crushed.

That's right, Crystal's "Golden Elixir".

Even if, according to the person involved, it was just an emergency contact tool, and since it hadn't responded at all since then, it was still used immediately before payment.

It melts right away.

This word is very apt.

As the outer layer shattered, the tiny humanoid body inside was revealed.

However, without even touching the fingers, the latter was already empty, with nothing left.

But it doesn’t matter—

Snapped!
The next moment, Fu Qian even relit the lantern and waited silently.

……

"It's a bit dark, you might need some time to get used to it."

The pot was quiet until Fuqian broke the silence after a while, as if he were chatting with someone.

"I understand that this situation may not be the most ideal."

"But look on the bright side, the bottom of this pot is actually quite round, isn't it?"

You can clearly hear the element of comfort in his voice, as if a kind and wise elder is guiding a young person whose ideals have been shattered.

"And you know what? I don't think you're that naive, but that doesn't stop us from taking advantage of each other."

……

As soon as the last sentence was uttered, the lamp in Fu Qian's hand suddenly went out without any wind, and at the same time, it seemed as if a sobbing sound was heard in his ear.

(End of this chapter)