Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 2213: Chapter 2208: A Familiar Scent

A familiar scent.

The quarrel at the Holy Land Pool was left behind, and the Witch’s goal was clearly defined.

The moment Fu Qian’s hand was grasped, he realized he had arrived at a special place.

The scene before his eyes seemed undeniably familiar.

Specifically, he couldn’t see any scene.

Dark Night, this experience was all too familiar.

In a short time, how many times had he encountered it?

Though what lay ahead didn’t seem very stable.

Of course, regardless of the perception, Fu Qian was not eager to voice his opinion, he entrusted time to the Witch.

"We’ve found it."

Not too long after, the Witch’s voice echoed in the darkness.

She repeated the words spoken before the departure, sounding calm and emotionless.

"It’s ’mother’s’ power, but it’s already very weak.

"This darkness is protecting this place, and it’s the foundation of its existence. If I cancel it out, it might cause this place to collapse directly."

The subsequent judgment given was exceedingly certain.

"Then there’s no rush to cancel it. It doesn’t hinder communication, does it?"

It wasn’t surprising to Fu Qian, whose sense of ease was remarkable, as he waved his hand in the darkness.

"I can even hear someone yelling."

These words weren’t spoken without basis. During the exchange with the Witch, he could faintly hear a hysterical cry in the darkness.

Though the specific content was unclear, it remained highly impactful.

"That’s the Death Star."

The Witch’s comment immediately affirmed the laborious efforts of the Fallen Star Clan.

Indeed, it was the missing personnel who, no matter what, wouldn’t leave their colleagues.

"He should be similar to Xia, who touched this place by bad luck.

"But for us, this is a good thing; this place is extremely hidden. Even if direct stimulation is applied like before, considering it’s already on the verge of collapse, I don’t have an absolute guarantee of capturing it directly before it shatters."

...

"Brother Death Star’s escape marked this point for us, making the process much smoother."

Fu Qian fully understood the Witch’s meaning and silently marveled at the wonders of the world.

Earlier, when encountering Lady Xia, she hadn’t mentioned the reduction in the four giants, and it seemed Brother Death Star had just gone missing.

If faced with this merged nightmare, had they not opted for a gentler approach and chosen to directly let power seep out like the Witch did earlier, the excessive pressure would’ve certainly led to significant deformation in the actions of the four giants.

In such cases, Brother Death Star might not have the current circumstances.

And in this most unusual of nightmares, it was likely that key elements could slip away unnoticed.

"But he probably won’t feel so good, although weak, the darkness that shelters this place will mean more than just losing sight for him.

"It’s highly likely to strip away any perception, including self-awareness, completely sealing off his will."

The Witch murmured an affirmation, continuing her speech.

"The previous reaction is quite understandable; most would cling to the final straw under such circumstances."

Imagining the situation described by the Witch, Fu Qian nodded in agreement.

During their conversation, the yelling had already faded away silently.

"I have sent him away, but he may not be able to fully recover."

As expected, it was the Witch’s doing.

No wonder she was so certain about the "mother’s" power. Clearly, this place was quite easy for her to handle.

"I’ll show you."

Fu Qian’s hand was grasped once more, and the next moment, although darkness was confirmed, the scene before him started to clear gradually.

...

It seemed unexpectedly simple as a vestige of a Superior Being?

This was Fu Qian’s first impression.

Even though it wasn’t very clear yet, it didn’t hinder his perception of the atmosphere.

Under the cover of darkness, there weren’t exceedingly grand Transcendent scenes, nor were there any Divine Beings’ relics that threatened annihilation, not even any remains or ruins.

Indeed, the hidden nature of such a place easily led to thoughts regarding uses like a resting spot.

However, in the gradually clearer images, no matter if it was a living being or a corpse, nothing was seen.

Amidst the silence, it wasn’t any majestic faith spectacle, but rather an ordinary-looking wooden structure.

Its size was normal, and its furnishings were modest.

The room they stood in was almost empty, with only a small window and a door leading to the adjacent room.

"Very weak, though there are certain traces, but this shouldn’t be ’mother’s’ final place."

After giving some time for Fu Qian to feel, the Witch finally spoke to share her thoughts.

It wasn’t a Bone Burial Ground after all?

His perception further confirmed, Fu Qian sighed inwardly.

Perhaps it’s not a fate of being bled for artwork, but the outcome for the Dark Moon surely won’t be optimistic.

Returning from short-lived laws, while the Witch was swept away without resistance to fuel the fire, the masterpiece of the Stars Association might not have been done by the Dark Moon itself, yet connections were indisputable.

And during the moment of barrier shattering and the collapse of everything as Doomsday approached, it’s hard to imagine it remained unaffected.

The Witch who currently holds the authority of the Dark Moon seemed quite certain "mother" was no longer here, only remnants remained in this world.

Yet at this moment, equally certain, this place indeed wasn’t a quietly hidden Bone Burial Ground—it bore a resemblance to a retirement locale.

That’s right, at this moment, Fu Qian was guided by the Witch, moving through the room and opening the door.

Although modest, the overall design structure of the building appeared intricate, and the elements behind the door became somewhat richer.

Classic style of a long table, high-back chairs with cushions, folding screens... even a comfortable-looking lounge chair placed in front of one of the doors on the wall.

Overall, at first glance, it seemed to hint at leisurely days post-retirement.

Under the cover of Dark Night, such scenes hidden beneath it brought a stark contrast indeed.

Fu Qian continued to fully utilize his imagination while following the Witch forward.

Confronting such a scene, the latter didn’t say a word, arriving before the door beside the lounge chair in an instant.

Rustle—

Maintained rather well indeed, the door smoothly slid aside.

Oh?

The scene unveiled was stylistically anticipated, yet undeniably striking visually.

The arrangement showed that the space beyond the door was where the initial room’s small window faced, the courtyard of this building.

Indeed, the area did not exhibit fantastical creations, but greenery was excellently maintained—at least two-thirds of the area was covered in greenery, even brimming with countless small white petals and yellow-budded flowers.

It truly was a familiar scent.

At that moment, Fu Qian sighed—the same scent as in Full Moon Garden.