Looking directly at the ancient gods for a whole year

Chapter 2436 The Prophet is Dead (Forty-Two)

This door...

It was almost the most familiar stretch of road in the city, and the rest of the journey went very smoothly.

Until they reached the foot of the Prophet's Building, no more ambushes appeared, unlike those of the nameless demigod before them, which were shrewd yet bewildered.

Even black, white, and gray did not reappear for a while, and gray was left behind.

The biggest commotion he caused along the way was simply the attention he drew from the indigenous people because of his overly cool armor.

Even upon reaching their destination, there was almost no eye contact.

The crowd that had been aimlessly making their pilgrimage here remained as large as ever, but their attention was clearly being drawn to something else.

The focus of attention was none other than the door on the building that had been observed day after day.

Logically speaking, not everyone has sufficient vision to discern details under such lighting conditions.

But it was clear that everyone who stared at it noticed something.

That subtle blend of black, white, and gray brings more than just visual effects.

That's right, it's another source of the gray fallout, clearly centered around "Freedom Gate".

So much so that the metaphors we used before seem to be applicable and extended again now—a wound that has been inflamed for a long time has finally failed to be healed and has even begun to fester.

With most people lacking the courage to step inside, what lies behind the door seeps out directly in the opposite direction.

It doesn't even seem to rely too much on human will as a node.

Because so far, the ashfall here has not spread out of the "eye of the typhoon" area, and there are hardly any people in the area.

However, the extension of the gray hue is silent and resolute, just like the door itself, which is a symbol of a certain will.

"Did you see it?"

Fu Qian stopped and observed quietly for five seconds before someone finally noticed him and asked in a slightly trembling voice.

"What did you see?"

Fu Qian turned his head to look at her and asked the question quite naturally.

……

She was a relatively young woman with thin lips and pale skin. Apart from her fairly delicate features, her head and neck were completely covered by a large headscarf.

With his thin body, he looked much more normal than other indigenous people, without any strange or unusual parts, and even appeared somewhat frail.

"That death and silence, even the cry..."

Her response was equally egregious; it was clear she was trying hard not to look at the door, but she was still breathing heavily, expressing her genuine fear.

That's good; your perception is quite sharp, and your description is fairly accurate.

Regarding the woman in the headscarf, the assessment before payment was that the accuracy was quite high.

Her emotions are completely understandable. After waiting for so many days without daring to take a step, the sight of this being seen through the gates of freedom is beyond the ordinary psychological shock.

Furthermore, Fu Qian felt he had vaguely found the answer to why she had noticed him—

Beneath the wide headscarf was an equally wide, dark-colored robe.

Due to the intense emotions involved, the person swayed unsteadily, exposing their lower arm.

On the one hand, she was as thin as I had imagined; on the other hand, it was hard to tell whether she was as pale as her face.

Because the arm is covered with countless shiny metal plates, almost all of them.

Although its structure is fundamentally different from my own armor, it's more like pressing thumbtacks in.

But setting aside the painful elements, it at least reflects a certain similar aesthetic.

"I sensed something was amiss; it seemed rather dangerous."

After carefully observing this scene, Fu Qian expressed that he truly felt the same way.

“Yes…dangerous…” Having successfully identified a second common thread, the woman in the distressed headscarf seemed to have received a negligible amount of comfort.

As she repeated what Fu Qian had said, her voice trembled even more violently, as she felt more deeply what the gray dust symbolized—thud!

The next moment, she collapsed to the ground, no longer paying attention to anything around her.

……

So... does it sense danger and then surrender without resistance?

The contrast between the scene before us and the words and actions is rather striking.

Because Fu Qian could see very clearly that the woman in the headscarf did not fall to the ground because her legs gave way, but rather she made that movement intentionally.

This made the content of their previous discussion seem meaningless for a moment—not surprising, given that there had already been examples of this before.

Fortunately, they didn't mind this before payment and still expressed their understanding.

In fact, looking around this place, it's clear that she's not the only one doing this.

As the ash rain swept across the area, it was already close to the edge of the "eye of the typhoon".

However, whether they were about to be devoured or those who were a little further away, most of them did almost the same thing—they didn't run away, but stayed still, as if waiting for judgment.

It just goes to show that people's hearts are indeed inclined to be passive.

The long wait and torment they endured before may not have been enough to give them the courage to step through that door and embrace "freedom".

But when "freedom" embraces you in return, even if it seems strange and carries some unknown risks, it's much easier to muster the courage not to leave.

Pfft!Pfft!
As the ashes finally fell, those closest to them were already collapsing one after another.

"What's wrong with them?"

Only then did Holler, covered in blood, finally arrive.

After easily spotting the most conspicuous outsider in the crowd, he expressed deep bewilderment at the situation before him.

"Forced into freedom, what about the other person?"

Before giving up, he casually rambled on and glanced behind Ashbringer.

The crystal has vanished without a trace.

……

"I'm looking for her too."

Holler's voice instantly lowered, as if he had been struck on a sore spot.

“On the way here we were ambushed and I was banished to another place. When I rushed back, she was gone. I thought she might have come here.”

It turned out to be the case.

Fu Qian nodded, not indicating that anything was wrong.

Given the density of high-level extraordinary beings in this place, it's highly unlikely that there's only one great genius like the nameless demigod.

They were all suspicious individuals who had escaped from the Gray Lands, and if they could be ambushed, why couldn't they?

Furthermore, judging from the wounds on Holler's body, his ordeal was likely more severe than it appears, indicating that he had clearly gone through a fierce battle.

"It's a pity I didn't see Crystal either, but don't worry, maybe she'll run out of that door later."

During the comments, Fu Qian offered some casual words of comfort, though his wording was rather abstract—tsk!

With a strange sound, Fu Qian threw a punch that sent a bloody claw flying.

Perhaps because comforting someone is too abstract, Holler skipped the process of "incomprehension, anger, and rage" at that moment and attacked without saying a word.

“The real Ashbringer wouldn’t do that.”

After casually blocking the attack, Fu Qian did not pursue him; he simply looked at him and shook his head.