Chapter 2734 - 2729: Abandoned Prison and Garden

Chapter 2734: Chapter 2729: Abandoned Prison and Garden

If you can’t contact the Dragon King, then become the Dragon King yourself.

For Fu Qian, one major gain from the Blood Lake severing the Dragon Shoulder was getting himself a tattoo in return.

Although it increased the pressure of political scrutiny afterwards, the elements belonging to the Tyrant within the Abandoned Prison became even richer because of it.

Considering there was even less resistance, the Abandonment King himself released the poison.

In the blink of an eye, the Crimson Frenzy surged like a tide, perfectly merging with the molten sand beneath his feet, resembling a genuine ebb and flow of the sea.

Not bad.

And observing such a scene, Fu Qian didn’t feel anything was amiss.

What does the saying go?

Sunshine, beach, waves? A beautiful life could be no more than this.

Let’s just say that the Abandoned Prison is becoming more and more lively.

What? There’s clearly only the beach and waves, no sunshine?

How impudent! The Abandonment King is right here, who says there’s no sun?

With a cold snort, at that moment Fu Qian straightened his posture, looking around as though to see who would be so outrageous.

There was, of course, no response. Yet, amidst the rolling mist, even the faintly outlined figures of Crimson Angels could only crouch there, not daring to move.

Now that’s more like it.

Although they couldn’t be considered living things, this demeanor finally satisfied the Abandonment King a little.

Without further ado, he untied a ribbon from his wrist and directly tied it over his face, covering his eyes.

Just praised this place as a good spot for an afternoon nap, how could taking a nap without an eye cover be acceptable?

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What a good nap.

The ancients did not deceive me, taking a nap is indeed good for the body and mind.

At some point, Fu Qian casually removed his eye cover, sitting upright on the stone seat, savoring the feeling of completely emptying his mind.

Yes, the effect of the Eldest Son’s Perspective is so special, how could I not try it out here in the Abandoned Prison?

This visit was motivated not only by the desire to see any changes after partaking in the Dragon King’s spoils, but also by this ever-important point.

Don’t forget that, theoretically, a place like the Abandoned Prison is the embodiment of the concept of "authority" in this world.

Shouldn’t it be easier to see the "reality" of the world here than anywhere else?

And what one might see after tearing off the cornea, one could naturally look forward to it.

Additionally, this place truly serves as my lair, providing unmatched privacy. It’s a setting where interference can be maximally excluded.

Indeed, it’s no surprise Fu Qian found nothing unordinary at the warehouse.

That place has always been secretive, encouraging the administrator to work diligently without revealing unnecessary information.

In short, the current test had been planned for a long time.

Even more so given the gains from the Dragon King, the test has been expanded to include additional content.

With the ribbon wound neatly on his wrist, Fu Qian’s gaze once again fell on the surrounding crimson waves.

Frankly, it was disappointing not to have observed any old footprints like those at the Bone Burial Ground during that relatively long time earlier.

Not only that, but not a single trace of any "treasure" the old Tyrant might have left behind was seen.

Though it’s understandable, after all, the First Generation Dark Moon’s party wasn’t to be trifled with, not to mention the Holy Infant Star, a top-notch turncoat among them.

The Tyrant’s remnant body was clearly dealt with, and if anything special existed, it would have been cleaned out long ago.

Not to mention the millennia of Mad Fire that followed.

Yet curiosity and imagination are precious precisely because they tend to offer surprises unexpectedly.

The Crimson Frenzy still pervades the field of vision.

In fact, Fu Qian deliberately released it before choosing to don the eye cover.

This is precisely the planned additional content.

As a force derived from the former Tyrant, the Crimson Frenzy undeniably meshes well with the Abandoned Prison.

And surrounding it, the power source is no longer a rampant force like it is in the outside world; rather, it appears to have become a manifestation of the Tyrant’s kingly aura.

Fu Qian claims that with a mere thought, he can make shapes emerge from the crimson mist—what if there’s no thought?

To this, the first thing Fu Qian thought of was the state under the Eldest Son’s Perspective, where even the "self" isn’t defined.

In such a peculiar circumstance, into what form might the surging crimson tide transform?

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Lacking an oscilloscope? Then create an oscilloscope.

Wearing the Eldest Son’s Perspective and discovering something special in the Abandoned Prison would undoubtedly be the ideal development.

But without that, how can the provided safety and privacy be wasted?

In a situation without worry, the Crimson Frenzy is undoubtedly a fine choice.

If not for the gains from the Bone Burial Ground, Fu Qian’s plan was to attempt to reconstruct an Abandonment King mansion, like the one seen on the Night of King Slayer.

Of course, he was aware that without Extraordinary Perception, any rebuild would be a paper castle, bound to collapse at the slightest touch.

But this was precisely the point intended for exploration: amidst a paper construction, what damage might an unselfed king cause?

In the present context, let’s just say there’s a more refined substitute.

And gratifyingly, there seems to be an excellent result.

These are—flowers?

In truth, describing it presents a slight difficulty; what was once crimson waves now truly transformed in shape.

The most distinct change is that instead of rolling like waves, it has become entirely "frozen."

Still a crimson mist, it no longer flows; instead, in a brazilliant posture, it stretches itself into ferocious shapes, including contours of what seem to be non-physical Crimson Angels.

Upon removing the eye cover, Fu Qian witnessed this bizarre scene and stopped their tendency to "melt."

But upon further observation, he still finds the concept of "flower" more apt for description.

Everywhere in sight, with various enchanting shapes akin to frost flowers blossoming on winter glass.

Each independent, yet subtly connected, embodying an abundance of mysteries.

Aside from their extravagantly large size, another peculiar point is that the petal lines aren’t gentle.

To say this is an understatement, Fu Qian notes that the sharp contours at the flower edges render them like torn wounds in space—though this is precisely why he deems them to be flowers.

Vacuum Flowers.

In the Blind Eye Association’s new underground warehouse, he once encountered something that evoked similar feelings.

This was the furnace captured by the "Sage," used by the association members to forge Golden Sacred Garments.