Chapter 2833 - 2828: Scaling the Wall

Chapter 2833: Chapter 2828: Scaling the Wall

No wonder this place was carefully selected by me as a vacation spot; even dreaming here isn’t simple.

Under the Gospel, two obsessions are transformed in one go, and Fu Qian has a clearer grasp of the current situation.

And this is undoubtedly good news.

A dream that even the Master of the Dream Realm finds difficult to assess?

It certainly suits Annalise’s aura more.

And this is only the outer part; considering the vast collection at the club, just imagining the marvels that lie deeper is enough to enthrall—crack!

Even the entire review process was completed during the journey, and the next moment, Fu Qian casually steadied a wall blocking the path, bringing the space closer to the layout in his memory.

Unfortunately, it still feels like a drop in the ocean; a glance shows the destruction here has reached another level.

Not only is the ground in disarray, but traces of burning can be seen.

Reasonable enough, after all, it’s a laboratory, and fire prevention is always a key focus.

Moreover, judging by the performance of those two from earlier, a bunch of extraordinary creature limbs enjoying playing with fire wouldn’t be surprising.

But now the question is—where are the extraordinary limbs?

There were still two wandering ahead; how can a place this central have such low traffic?

Carrying on as a demigod, Fu Qian, who seems to be stepping into the dragon’s lair, finds that beyond the broken wall, not a single moving item can be seen.

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So resistant?

Upon hearing that a master is coming to transform, shouldn’t they be flocking, scrambling to get ahead?

Such a desolate scene, even Fu Qian couldn’t help but reflect on what he did earlier.

Indeed, the disturbance was somewhat unrestrained; the Gospel Blast chose not to be silent.

But reaching this degree of nuisance is still exaggerated.

Their attack power was rather strong; there should have been some warriors left behind regardless.

So did I encounter only the ones that slipped through the net? Are the rest already in Old Master Lu and the others’ bellies?

This barely counts as an explanation, but another question follows—where are Old Master Lu and the others now?

They can’t have cleaned it all up and then been transformed by Yibu Du first, right?

Then this leftover dream would sharply decrease in value.

Good modeling, astonishing mechanism, yet so vast a place is left empty—oh?

At a certain moment, Fu Qian finally stopped walking, raised his hand to observe closely.

And witnessed, silently, a streak of crimson appearing at the fingertip once more.

A wound splitting open?

The location of this special wound undoubtedly suggests a certain term, considering the nails had shattered earlier.

But, unfortunately, for experts on flesh and blood, such occurrences are indeed distant.

If it’s not an old wound, it can only be a new injury—so where did the new injury come from?

Inflicting a wound unnoticed is beyond just a demigod strike.

Fu Qian blinked and did not hurry to search around, nor did he rush to clear the ground; instead, he took another step forward.

This time there was no disturbance at all, as if the attacker had quietly hidden away, waiting patiently for the right opportunity.

Nice, how about this then?

Evaluating the changes on his body, Fu Qian chose to move to the left.

Poof—

This time a streak of crimson appeared on the back of his hand, not long or deep, as if conveying the attacker’s patience.

Indeed, didn’t I say legal codes should be remembered?

Unfortunately, what Fu Qian experienced wasn’t that kind of emotional response.

At that moment, he sighed lightly, certain cold provisions surfaced in his mind, and he looked down at the ground.

Compared to the previous step’s location, here was noticeably more rugged.

Because a non-load-bearing wall nearby, blackened and crushed by fire, mostly collapsed, was now directly under his foot.

If remembered correctly, the White Tower Codex actually has specific management regulations for Limb Attachment Laboratories.

One memorable rule states [no walking on walls]

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It’s even one of the core clauses.

Upon first reading, Fu Qian also praised the detailed level of laboratory management.

Unlike most people, he could empathize with the legislative rationale within.

Certainly, no one would walk on walls without reason.

Even the hands of performers and the Tongue Sword didn’t violate this in recollection.

But this is precisely the purpose of such regulations.

It brings the laboratory under rules, proving it’s not outside the law, then uses abstract rules like these so that Old Master Lu and the others can truly let themselves go.

Just from this point, one can see that Lord Platinum Court may not appreciate this kind of unconventional path, but the support for the club is undeniable.

The reason for the scars appearing on the body now seems simple.

No invisible killer, just because two steps were taken on the wall.

Even if it was a fallen wall.

The reason for bleeding so far was because at first I cleared obstacles before moving on, not breaking the code.

Thump!

Casually tossing some remaining ruins out, Fu Qian stood at the first bleeding spot.

Proving that after clearing, indeed no new injuries appeared this time.

Has the White Tower Codex become active to this extent?

Undoubtedly a major discovery.

The suspicion inside the bar now seems confirmed.

The White Tower Codex is not only regaining effectiveness, but even this old dream remnant is not outside its domain, bound by it.

The long-unseen archipelago is truly experiencing some serious changes.

The probability that this residual dream is related to Annalise is even further elevated.

Even why this place is so vast yet has nothing, all explained—because it’s very dangerous.

Almost half of the ground is covered with shattered walls.

Despite those extraordinary limbs not studying the White Tower Codex thoroughly, passing by a few times would suffice to consider this place a forbidden zone.

If I want to gain anything next, it seems I should find a relatively friendlier area.

With a light leap, Fu Qian swiftly covered a great distance, showing no intention of lingering here.

And at the same time, the wound on his hand had already healed once more.

But it seemed to heal too well; atop it, fine extranous growths emerged, sharp curves like fangs.

Poof—

And it’s not just the injured fingers; that thing’s infectious nature seems extremely potent, spreading throughout the body in an instant.

Amidst this inconspicuous transformation, the next moment, strange sounds appeared by his side, as if something was being torn into thousands of wounds.

Even accompanied by a surge of eerie blue, splashing behind Fu Qian.

But it only managed to splash for a moment, as dozens to hundreds of tendrils engulfed the area immediately afterward.

Boom—

With more deep blue splashes, the entire space trembled.