Looking directly at the ancient gods for a whole year

Chapter 2695 Flowers and Butterflies

Isn't that a bit too much?
The idea that "what the eldest son sees is always wrong" seems to be embodied at this moment.

Although the description was successful, the results presented were quite challenging to people's understanding.

It's not real; it's almost a part of the history that happened here.

But this history is powerful enough to deliver a fatal blow to those who come after.

The wound healed instantly, but the shock it caused remained.

Fu Qian looked away from the shoulder and took another step forward.

The blow that tore open the wound earlier seemed to be there to stop this action.

However, after no longer being in the eldest son's field of vision, he was no longer hindered.

It must be said that this sense of awkwardness is consistent with the previous one.

Undeterred, I continue my journey through yet another raging storm, with distant ruins winding behind me.

From the moment I entered, that unsettling feeling grew stronger and stronger—

The footprints of the past remain undiscovered, and the mixed power of those in power has created a rift between them; history, though from the past, can still harm the present...

Beneath its still-peaceful exterior, this former retreat is clearly breeding something rather awkward—so why is that?

At one point, Fu Qian took a step backward.

Instead of persisting in challenging the road ahead, he went with the flow, walking backwards in the storm, retreating step by step back to where he came from.

There wasn't any particular purpose behind doing this.

When in Rome, do as the Romans do. The atmosphere is so strange, I'll join in too.

……

The return journey was noticeably faster than the way there, mainly because there were far fewer irregular spatial jumps, making one feel the warm invitation from the ruins.

Even so, before making the payment, he still tried his best to return the way he came, for example, to the place where he went downstairs.

After several light leaps, Fu Qian once again reached the "Liliana Observation Point".

Then, following the path that led upstairs, he turned around and walked down step by step.

This time, it felt like a reversal of the previous actions, with the effect of two negatives making a positive.

Unfortunately, this performance art-like action didn't trigger anything particularly noteworthy.

Even after Fu Qian walked back to the corner where the footprints first appeared, Senior Liliana was still nowhere to be found, without a trace.

But it's already pretty good.

I wasn't disappointed before I paid.

Although we haven't been able to have any really normal communication, this senior has already provided me with a lot.

Now that it's been mentioned that disturbing the Night Watchers is not good, there's clearly no need to use any overly drastic methods.

Without lingering for long, Fu Qian walked directly through the illusory door.

Just like not too long ago, the journey home to Half Moon was the same.

……

Unfortunately, the business world is a fiercely competitive arena where there is no room for complacency.

As expected, he appeared behind the bookstore counter once again, glancing out the window before paying.

Before they knew it, it was already broad daylight.

The capital city has awakened from its brief period of tranquility and officially begun a new day.

As the saying goes, the early bird catches the worm—Fu Qian stretched out his hand and pressed his middle finger on the spike of the chair.

That's right, returning is never to prepare for receiving some insomniac guests.

The image of the burial ground for the gods is indeed sensitive, and the bubbles do appear to have become isolated from each other. But don't be rigid in your thinking; remember that for you, there are always two doors leading to that place.

The place where the elders hid smelled of blood? But there was no way to go to the blood lake to see what was going on.

Sorry, having save points means you can do whatever you want.

At that time, I used the ring that had a connection with Su Gao to record the coordinates in the Blood Lake.

So this time, with its metallic blood removed, can the phoenix be reborn again and again? — It seems not.

The door, soaked in blood, slowly opened before my eyes, and the next moment, a refreshing scent filled my nostrils.

……

So what's going on here?
Fu Qian stood there quietly, gazing at the crimson that filled his field of vision.

The location must be correct; it's always brimming with this vibrant, even toxic, energy.

But the place seems a little different; for example, the elements in the colors seem to have become visibly richer.

Ignoring the feel, Fu Qian bent down and scooped up a long object from the sticky substance.

At first glance, it looked very familiar; it was the phoenix feather I had seen when I was searching for eternity.

Unfortunately, it seemed to have been completely destroyed by the stench of decay, and it could not maintain its shape the moment it left the blood pool, disintegrating like mud.

Such a scene undoubtedly evokes a profound sense of loss and the complete dissipation of any last vestige of hope.

Without even needing to dive down himself, Fu Qian could easily confirm that the once-prosperous phoenixes carrying eggs were no longer in their former glory, with only a few skeletal remains that were difficult to preserve their shape.

Indeed, without the support of eternity, certain miracles can no longer occur.

What's heartening is that life has both decay and rebirth—like here.

With one leap, he covered a long distance and landed behind a pillar. Then, with another leap, he arrived at an inconspicuous corner.

He bent down and ran his fingers over a clump of "plants".

Indeed, red petals and red leaves—it was a bouquet of flowers that, at first glance, made it difficult to tell whether it was made of flesh and blood.

More importantly, the shape of the petals was so familiar.

……

The first generation of Dark Moon?

Yes, the heartwarming remarks mentioned earlier were never just ironic.

Although he didn't have extraordinary senses, Fu Qian immediately detected a different scent in that unpleasant smell.

It was by following this scent that we found this place so quickly.

What was ultimately discovered, to say the least, is quite thought-provoking.

Apart from its blood-red color, it has the exact same shape as the flowers seen in the garden.

As is widely known, that thing seems to have a significant connection with the witch's mother.

We can even glean from the Night of the Tyrant's Fall that the original Darkmoon and the Dragon King were indeed teammates who acted together.

So, the elements related to Him appear here?
From any perspective, this seems to be strong evidence to support previous speculations.

This means that the Dragon King was not completely annihilated, and this is precisely his burial place...

The next moment, Fu Qian's hand, which had been stroking the bouquet, reached upwards again, and when it withdrew, there was something extra between his two fingers.

It's about the size of a palm, with wings that are as regular as geometric shapes, and there's only one...

That's right, the Soul Butterfly.

A group of adventurers at the Dragon Peak Inn coveted precious and extraordinary materials.

Just now, it seemed to be attracted by the fragrance, wanting to land on the scarlet petals.