Facing an Ancient God for a Year - Chapter 455 - Chapter 455: Chapter 455 Wasteland Section (17)_1

Chapter 455: Chapter 455 Wasteland Section (17)_1

This great enlightenment, this sudden transformation into Buddha—what’s going on here!

Facing the substantial change in Sybil, Fu Qian couldn’t help but mutter to himself.

Taking into account his recent feelings, he was almost certain that this wasn’t a simple mood swing but that something was definitely amiss.

It seemed that it was not due to his unique constitution; the strange transformation just now was non-discriminatory.

But what triggered this transformation? Looking in the mirror?

It must be no small factor, as he indeed had just experienced that peculiar sensation after seeing the image in the mirror.

And when the action began, the warning from Sybil suggested she too had likely looked in a mirror.

But if that was the case, what about the others?

Fu Qian glanced at Ailina next to him.

The gaze was quite natural due to Sybil’s earlier arrangement of groups, completely unnoticeable as anything odd.

At the beginning, he thought her serene aura simple, but now he feared it was not so straightforward.

Besides her, the others were also very quiet, so were they all saints here?

By this time, Sybil had finished laying out the precautions and was calmly assigning the investigation areas to the several teams.

The group that Fu Qian was in was responsible for the first passage on the right-hand side.

Besides Ailina, his team included a middle-aged man clad in a black overcoat, wearing deerskin gloves, whose strength at first glance appeared to be quite formidable.

This was probably why they had been operating in pairs before.

Sybil had set him up with an easy job.

The silence persisted in the space, and after a simple exchange of looks, the teams went into action one after the other.

Yet from the beginning to the end, it seemed that no one noticed the stark contrast in Sybil’s behavior before and after.

The so-called feeling of being on a thief’s ship was nothing but this.

Despite his complaints, Fu Qian didn’t say anything else and decisively followed behind Ailina and their other teammate, entering the passage.

This corridor was narrower than the one they had entered through, with a slight slant, but the decorations and patterns around them clearly belonged to a unified style.

His two teammates radiated confidence, and the dim light didn’t affect their pace at all, with no one bothering to beckon Fu Qian.

Fu Qian was not at all disheartened by this, leisurely following at the rear and looking around on his own.

And the strange occurrences within the entire team led him to naturally recall the events that had taken place when they had first embarked on this mission.

All the people who had entered the ruins on the first day had met their ends in various ways.

Including himself.

So now he wondered, the reasons for self-ending—could they be related to this peculiar emotional state?

After all, there were no feathers or the like to be found where he lived.

On this point, Ji Yicheng’s judgment might have been a bit off.

Distracted by these thoughts, the trio had been making their way down the passage for quite some time, when suddenly the ground leveled out once more, and a door of the same design as the exterior one blocked their way.

Given its closed state, it appeared that no one had previously explored this area.

Brother Overcoat, who had been leading the way, carefully touched the door with his gloved hand, and after ascertaining that there was nothing unusual, he pushed a bit harder.

However, the door seemed quite heavy and remained unresponsive.

He naturally turned his gaze toward Fu Qian, smiling.

“I need your help.”

With that priest-like expression and tone of voice, if he added “my child,” it would have been even more classic.

Fu Qian sighed internally as he looked at Brother Overcoat, who seemed to radiate light; he didn’t decline the request.

Stepping forward, the door finally creaked open under their combined effort.

The loud noise was particularly jarring in the silent depths.

“Thank you, how should I address you?”

Brother Overcoat, seemingly unaffected, naturally turned to Fu Qian and asked after withdrawing his hand.

In fact, it wasn’t just him; this kind of piercing noise almost had a direct and unpleasant effect on everyone.

But at this moment, in Fu Qian’s perception, it was nothing more than a breeze, unable to leave the slightest trace in his tranquil mind.

“Just call me Mr. Fu.”

In this unprecedented harmony, Fu Qian responded quite amicably.

“All right.”

Brother Overcoat wore a smile, showing no intention of introducing himself.

This harmonious and friendly scene, resembling a congregation of church members, was indeed out of place in these dark underground ruins.

However, as Fu Qian responded, Ailina, who had been silent beside them, seemed to think of something and looked up again.

Fu Qian wasn’t surprised by her reaction; in Sir William’s death game, he had responded the same way to her and Cross.

In fact, he had done it on purpose.

As it turned out, even with such suspicion, Ailina’s face still exuded an otherworldly sanctity.

Powerful effect!

Fu Qian didn’t pay her any more mind and followed Brother Overcoat through the opened door.

…

What kind of design is this?

Behind the door was a rectangular hall, which didn’t surprise Fu Qian.

But unlike the hall with the mirrors, this one had rows upon rows of square columns.

As Fu Qian wondered about the purpose of these columns, something strange happened.

Blazing white lights suddenly illuminated the tops of the columns, turning the entire hall as bright as day.

So these were actually lamp posts? Such design was unheard of!

Fu Qian scrutinized the scene before him carefully.

The bright light from the tops of the columns radiated a warm and comforting presence, like miniature suns.

Under their glow, Fu Qian felt as though all discomfort and darkness were being dispelled.

It was like a saint blessed by Divine Beings, his consciousness shimmering with light, without a hint of gloom.

“This is…”

At this moment, Ailina too had followed inside, momentarily frozen in place.

The next second, she tremblingly extended a hand forward, as if to receive this gift of light.

And what about Brother Overcoat at the forefront? Well, he was stretching out both hands.

With both faces immersed in ecstasy, they walked toward the direction of the columns in silence and stillness.

Pop!

Amidst this scene reminiscent of a pilgrimage, a most unsuitable sound erupted.

In a flash of fire, Fu Qian raised his hand and fired a shot.

After performing what could only be described as an act of desecration, he calmly lowered his arm and blew on the muzzle of the gun.

Despite appearing effortless, the process of drawing the gun was anything but easy.

The beauty and sanctity brought by that bright light were nearly palpable, continuously eroding the intent to act.

Luckily, desecrating the Divine Beings is something we’ve done countless times before.

And the target of Fu Qian’s shot was the column closest to him.

Of course, given Zuo Lun’s limited accuracy at such a distance, he didn’t expect to actually hit the target; he was only interested in the reaction.

Following the gunshot, the next instant the mini-sun atop the column actually flew up, tracing a beautiful arc in the air.

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