Looking directly at the ancient gods for a whole year

Chapter 2694 This road is blocked

So what does this mean?

If one weren't confident in their memory, they would have thought they had chosen such a brilliant observation point themselves.

Then, when it wasn't my choice, everything seemed even stranger.

It wasn't Liliana's footprints, but rather someone else who observed her here?
If this assumption holds true, then it seems that a new possibility needs to be added to the two possibilities previously speculated—

The footprints were indeed left when Liliana was still alive, but it wasn't her who left them; rather, someone else was observing her.

It seems to be getting weirder the more you talk about it... but actually, if you look at it from a different angle, it's not so hard to understand.

Recovering from that strange posture, Fu Qian stretched his body and remembered a friend he had previously served time with in prison.

That's right. Back then, I was young and impetuous, and I ignored my "mother's" advice and went to some really outrageous places.

For example, there's the bubble in the same burial ground for the gods, which Red Moon strongly warns of "danger."

Not only were there mechanical guards in armor, but deep inside, there was also a simple prison cell.

Inside the cell was the second living person he had seen in the entire burial ground of the gods.

Upon encountering him breaking into the cell, the other person's first reaction was to slam the cell door shut and insist on becoming his roommate.

It was because of that peculiar reaction that he suspected at the time that he was similar in nature to the worms in the Blood Lake.

They were neither native inhabitants nor prisoners held there, but rather a means of vigilance belonging to the Night Watchers.

For the sake of world peace, they stood guard despite the peculiar corrosive influence and actually succeeded in discovering the criminals.

Fortunately, he reacted quickly and decisively used his senior, the King of Dismemberment, who had already fallen into the demonic path, as a shield.

Not only did it transform into the image of a white-faced man, but it even unleashed golden, frenzied flames.

It is suspected that this act of blaming the elders was the reason for the Night Watchers' subsequent special operation, which resulted in the destruction of the wedding hall of the King of Crucifixion and the Goddess of Sin.

In conclusion, Fu Qian is inclined to interpret the unusual human traces found in the burial ground as likely being surveillance methods employed by the Night Watchers.

Not to mention that Liliana-senpai has clearly been hiding here for quite some time, and then she would cry there for no reason, so it's normal for her to attract attention.

The question now is, based on what has been discovered so far, what should be done next?
As a king who is 120% an abandoned prisoner, he can hardly care about the slight pollution and corrosion in the burial ground.

However, judging from all the signs, it may not be clear why this change has occurred, but the probability of being discovered by the Night Watchers is obviously much higher than usual.

Acting rashly could easily trigger the situation mentioned earlier, where a trap is set ahead of schedule—so it's best to be careful when taking action.

With a light step, Fu Qian's figure moved like a ghost, tapping across the weathered building before finally landing on the ground.

……

It's impossible to return to the city.

Although it seems to have brought unexpected troubles, isn't this "unexpected" situation also a goal worth seeking answers to?
Fortune favors the bold, and achieving something in these turbulent times is never as simple as following a set routine.

It's not good to cause damage inside the building now, but it's okay to go outside and take a look, right?
This wasn't the first time he'd done this. With his back to Liliana's hiding place, Fu Qian walked step by step into the distance.

As it turned out, just like the last time they traveled there, time and space were still distorted.

Although one cannot feel it personally, using the ruins behind one as coordinates, it is clear that the changes in position are not continuous, but rather jump around.

Theoretically, this should be good news, because last time, while constantly jumping, I reached the edge of this bubble faster than it appeared. Even the storm from last time has returned.

At one point, Fu Qian reached out and felt the sudden, intense rush of water.

The tide, or intermittent storm, that Senior Liliana had been avoiding has now entered that violent state again.

Although it was nothing to Fu Qian, the strong wind was just a bit biting.

Even the apocalyptic melody playing in my ears didn't become jarring because of this change—the time should be about right, right?

Everything seemed peaceful and serene, until that peace lasted a little too long.

It is easy to notice the distance to the ruins behind you, and even easier to calculate the number of steps you have taken.

Although the flickering was theoretically discontinuous, Fu Qian was very certain at that moment that he had gone further than before.

However, the road ahead still seemed endless, and the feeling of being stretched into two dimensions never came.

……

Is this even possible?

On one side, bubbles are merging, and elements that did not originally belong to this area are appearing.

On the other hand, the connections between them were blocked, making it impossible to visit each other smoothly anymore.

This awkward feeling is somewhat similar in style to the footprint next to Liliana earlier.

Reflection doesn't hinder progress. Faced with the anomaly amidst the calm, Fu Qian didn't rush to do anything but continued on his way.

As it turned out, I wasn't overthinking it. The storm subsided and then started again, and after a full cycle of tidal fluctuations, Fu Qian realized that he still hadn't reached the edge.

interesting.

Braving the wind and frost, Fu Qian once again put on the eldest son's vision.

……

What is this again?
Stopping in her tracks, she removed the ribbon from her front, revealing a dazzling display of colors overhead, like a flock of startled sheep.

Against this dazzling backdrop, the wound on his shoulder looked particularly gruesome.

Yes, it was during that indescribable experience that this trauma occurred to him.

To be precise, the King of the Mechanical Abandoned Prisons was just attacked.

And the attack was so fierce that even oil leaked out.

There was definitely something dirty, and it was getting dirtier.

If he absolutely had to describe what he had just encountered, his opinion would be something similar to the footprints he had left behind.

Yes, it's not quite real; the conceptualization far outweighs the reality, to the point that it can be vaguely understood as traces of "history," certain things that once happened.

At the same time, this suddenly appearing mark can not only interact with me at this moment, but also has considerable destructive power... even considerable killing intent.

It was as if in an unbelievable time and space, an ancient guardian was wielding the sword of divine punishment, not allowing any living being to take another step forward.

And this forbidden past continues to have an impact even today.