Facing an Ancient God for a Year - Chapter 2421 - 2146: The Prophet Is Dead (27)

The smell is there.

Not only did he respond loudly, but at that moment, Fu Qian could even see a smile blooming on the Black Doctor’s face, a look of genuine joy.

It seemed as if the series of interactions before was only for this moment, to enjoy the reaction of the self-righteous outsider upon hearing this news.

This kind of reckless disregard for life and death even made Fu Qian recall another old acquaintance, the Clown.

Of course, it’s somewhat unfortunate that in real history, strictly speaking, the Clown’s fate was to be killed the instant he appeared, and all prior interactions and mutual achievements were already false history.

“Heh… you can attempt to kill me, however many times you want.

“Although I’m not even sure if dying here means I will come back to life.”

But at that moment, the melancholy in Fu Qian’s heart seemed to be slightly misunderstood, and the Black Doctor was almost impatient to continue speaking, even revealing his weaknesses.

“I’m actually quite curious how you managed to associate that door with me. As a reward for that confidence, watch closely.”

And as if he didn’t want to be misunderstood as bluffing, in the next moment, the body temporarily occupied by the Black Doctor was undergoing a rapid transformation.

The gray on the surface of the body seemed to take shape at that moment, moving quickly.

It did not disappear; on the contrary, the area it covered even expanded, spreading into the air like a mist—exactly like the mist behind that door.

Almost in the blink of an eye, the Black Doctor was surrounded entirely.

It was indeed a trick not seen before, and the moment it was displayed along with the Black Doctor’s words, his meaning seemed not difficult to understand—

“Is the door not actually important, but the mist behind it?”

Fu Qian didn’t try to avoid it; instead, he reached out to touch it. Unfortunately, there was no reaction.

“Actually, you can just call it poison; doesn’t it match with me better?”

Facing such boldness, the Black Doctor was not willing to be outdone and continued to share.

“But you’re indeed right; that door can only be considered a small smokescreen. The core is contacting what’s behind it… I never thought I could control such a thing, which is why I say you know too little about this cage.”

At that moment, surveying his surroundings, the Black Doctor’s gaze was imperious.

“In any case, your appearance here can be understood as being caught in some kind of hallucination due to inhaling poison. Unfortunately, I only have contact with the poison’s formula, not the antidote.”

…

It sounds like it should be called Dimensional Poison.

Honestly, though the Black Doctor shared fervently, the analogy still seemed somewhat unsuitable at first listen.

Fortunately, as a scholarly leader with substantial experience, Fu Qian’s reading comprehension was indeed solid.

Is it a hallucination after being poisoned? It sounds like it made everything unreal, including many inexplicable aspects of the operational process.

For example, why does poisoning cause a bodily shift instead of accidental falling?

But don’t forget the suspected core essence of the Unseen Hillock—the embodiment of Old Master Ji Feng’s will.

Once elevated to this level, everything is inherently less real, and comparing inside and outside the door to dreams within dreams is possible—it’s merely a difference in depth.

In this situation, achieving this reality-tearing, dimension-crossing effect through contact with hallucinogenic substances seems not entirely unimaginable.

So in this regard, Fu Qian tends to believe the Black Doctor’s words.

“Did some incredible wisdom appear in your will, which you digested to gain this ability?”

Meanwhile, his attention was on the process by which the Black Doctor obtained the “formula.”

“It’s not that incredible; I merely did what the Prophet did, attempting to truly establish contact with this cage.”

However, the Black Doctor shook his head and directly told the audience why the Prophet was mentioned earlier.

“My power cannot accomplish that; it’s His power, so I think it’s even His own will; you all simply don’t understand anything—including the so-called Prophet, who has never made the proper interpretation.”

…

Is this akin to receiving gifts close to the World Will? Has a super criminal comprehended a great weapon like ’the world is drunk, but I alone am sober’?

Listening attentively, Fu Qian expressed a lot of gains at that moment.

And the cause of this mission seemingly now finally had some clues.

Was the Black Doctor’s version of “Dimensional Poison” what Ji Feng shared with him during his attempt at Unity of Heaven and Man?

Although tormenting one’s spirit world belongs to one’s freedom, the reflected mental state always seems worrying.

The situation at the Unseen Hillock has indeed gotten more complicated.

As for the Black Doctor’s sharp critique of Yuan Fang, honestly, it’s somewhat difficult to refute, as the latter is still sitting there, like a living corpse at this moment.

Apart from that, Fu Qian couldn’t help but think of another person—the Lord.

As part of the Evil Camp yet fighting crime, he had marveled before at that individual’s behavior, which was so abnormal it was difficult to understand.

Could it be a similar situation?

“So how did you establish contact with this city? You couldn’t have just called a number, right?”

Fu Qian thought about it and directly asked.

“Of course not; it’s more like being called. It’s unfortunate that as outsiders, I believe you can never experience it firsthand.”

The Black Doctor sneered and shook his head.

“That’s also why I’m sure the Death Angel is different from you because it was in such a special sensing that I knew this name.

“Alright, that’s all for my sharing; next, I’ll wish you good luck, and do whatever you like.”

…

Called, and then after responding, comprehended Divine Power?

So, the Lord’s actions might be just a response?

Although they were given the boot, Fu Qian was already quite satisfied at that moment.

Don’t mention special sensing; theoretically, Ji Feng shouting directly in these people’s minds is normal, so besides proving Ji Feng is somewhat active, Fu Qian saw no operational issue.

And in this way, various abnormal behaviors can seemingly be understood as responses to calls, and the Lord’s previous actions seem to have explanations.

So is this happening everywhere? Opportunities being generously distributed? There even seem to be traces of Ah Wei?

What exactly does Ji Feng intend to do? Or has the senior encountered some problem?

“Alright, thank you for sharing; I won’t be polite then.”

In his thoughts, Fu Qian didn’t forget to thank politely, while a strand of golden light ignited from his hand again.

Of course, it’s not the Decree Residue; it’s the Fire of Madness that destroys will.

“What are you doing… I already said there is no antidote, can’t you hear?”

This action evidently provoked some reaction, and the Black Doctor furrowed his brow.

“Of course I heard; I just don’t believe it.”

Fu Qian shook his head and again seized the other’s neck.

Humph, a clumsy imitation.

Do you think my Brother Clown’s charisma is something anyone can learn?