Eldritch Horror Theatre

If he couldn’t contact the Dragon King, he would just be the Dragon King himself.

For Fu Qian, one of the biggest gains from Blood Lake Broken Dragon Shoulder was bringing back a new tattoo.

While it certainly added pressure to future background checks, it also greatly enriched the elements of the Tyrant within the Abandoned Prison.

Especially since, with even fewer barriers in the way, the King of the Abandoned Prison could now release the poison himself.

In the blink of an eye, the Crimson Frenzy surged like a roaring tide. It merged perfectly with the molten sand beneath his feet, looking just like an ebbing and flowing sea.

Not bad.

Taking in the sight, Fu Qian didn’t feel anything was out of place.

How did the saying go?

Sunshine, beaches, and waves? Life didn’t get better than this.

The Abandoned Prison was definitely starting to feel a lot more livable.What was that? There was only a beach and waves here, with no sunshine?

Preposterous! The King of the Abandoned Prison was sitting right here. Who dared say there was no sun?

With a cold snort, Fu Qian straightened his posture, casting a disdainful gaze around as if searching for whoever dared to speak such treason.

Naturally, no one answered. Even the Scarlet Angels, faintly outlined within the rolling fog, simply remained prostrated, not daring to move.

That was more like it.

Although none of them could be considered living creatures, their subservient posture still brought a sliver of satisfaction to the King of the Abandoned Prison.

He let the matter drop. A moment later, he untied the Ribbon from his wrist and wrapped it directly over his face, covering his eyes.

He had just praised this place as an excellent spot for a midday nap. And wearing a sleep mask for a nap was perfectly normal, wasn’t it?

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What an excellent nap.

The ancients truly did not deceive me—midday naps were genuinely beneficial for physical and mental health.

Eventually, Fu Qian casually pulled off the blindfold. He sat upright on the Stone Seat, savoring the lingering sensation of completely emptying his mind.

Yes, the effects of the Eldest Son’s Vision were incredibly unique. How could he possibly resist testing it out in the Abandoned Prison?

Aside from wanting to see what had changed after taking a share of the spoils from the Dragon King, testing this vision had always been a top priority for this visit.

After all, theoretically speaking, a place with the nature of the Abandoned Prison was essentially the physical manifestation of the concept of ”authority” in this world.

Logically, shouldn’t it be easier to see the world’s ”truth” here than anywhere else?

Wondering what he might witness here after tearing away his corneas was a perfectly natural expectation.

Furthermore, since this place was quite literally his own base of operations, its privacy was utterly unmatched, allowing him to completely eliminate outside interference.

He hadn’t been surprised in the slightest when he failed to see anything special back at the Warehouse.

That entity always gave off a secretive vibe—expecting the administrator to work hard, yet stubbornly refusing to reveal any unnecessary information.

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

Thanks to his recent harvest from the Dragon King, he had even added an extra item to the test.

Wrapping the Ribbon back around his wrist, Fu Qian turned his gaze toward the surrounding crimson waves once more.

Frankly, it was a bit disappointing. In that rather long stretch of time, he hadn’t managed to spot any special traces of the old ones like those he had seen in the Bone Burial Ground.

Worse still, he hadn’t seen the slightest hint of any ”treasure” the old Tyrant might have left behind.

It wasn’t too surprising, really. The First Generation Dark Moon’s crew weren’t exactly pushovers, and they even had the Holy Infant Calamity Star—a top-tier traitor—in their ranks.

They had thoroughly plotted out everything regarding the Tyrant’s remains. If there had been any special treasures, they would have been looted clean ages ago.

Not to mention the subsequent thousand years of burning by the Frenzied Flame.

But curiosity and imagination were precious precisely because, when combined, they always had a way of delivering unexpected surprises—

Within his line of sight, the Crimson Frenzy remained.

In fact, Fu Qian had intentionally let it completely loose before putting on the blindfold.

This was exactly the extra item he had added to his plan.

As a power derived from the former Body of the Tyrant, the Crimson Frenzy undoubtedly meshed perfectly with the Abandoned Prison.

Circling around its power source, it no longer raged out of control as it did in the outside world. Instead, it seemed to serve as the physical manifestation of the Tyrant’s domineering aura.

Fu Qian knew that with a single casual thought, he could mold the crimson fog into any shape he desired—but what would happen if he had no thoughts at all?

The first thing that came to mind was the unique state under the Eldest Son’s Vision, where even the concept of ”self” was left undefined.

Under such special conditions, what kind of shape would this rolling crimson tide assume?

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If he lacked an oscilloscope, he would just build one himself.

Discovering something special right away in the Abandoned Prison while using the Eldest Son’s Vision was obviously the ideal outcome.

But if he couldn’t find anything, how could he possibly let the aforementioned safety and privacy go to waste?

Since he could mess around without any fear of consequences, the Crimson Frenzy was undeniably a good choice.

Actually, had he not gained anything from the Bone Burial Ground, Fu Qian’s backup plan was to try reconstructing the Residence of the King of the Abandoned Prison, just like the one he had seen during the Night of Regicide.

He knew full well that without Transcendent Perception, any building he reconstructed would be as fragile as paper. Collapsing at the slightest touch was no exaggeration.

But that fragility was exactly what he intended to utilize. After all, wasn’t it worth observing what kind of destruction a king stripped of his ”self” might unleash upon a landscape of paper-thin architecture?

Now, he could only say he had a much better alternative.

And to his deep satisfaction, it seemed to have yielded a sufficiently excellent result.

Was this... a flower?

It was actually somewhat difficult to describe. Within his field of vision, the rolling crimson waves had truly transformed.

The most striking difference was that they no longer surged like a tide—the entire mass had been completely ”frozen.”

It was still crimson fog, but it no longer flowed. Instead, it stretched itself out in an incredibly ostentatious display, pulling into hideous shapes. Even the seemingly intangible Scarlet Angels were outlined within.

The exact moment he pulled off the blindfold, Fu Qian caught sight of this bizarre spectacle and immediately halted its tendency to ”melt.”

Now that he had time to observe it closely, Fu Qian still felt the concept of a ”flower” was the best way to describe it.

As far as his eyes could see, the myriad of enchanting, distinct shapes looked just like frost flowers blooming on a windowpane in winter.

They were distinctly independent yet subtly interconnected, seemingly holding countless profound mysteries within.

Aside from their ridiculously massive size, there was another distinct feature: the lines of the petals were anything but gentle.

In truth, calling them ”not gentle” was an understatement. As far as Fu Qian could see, the sharp contours of the flower edges made them look like wounds torn directly into space itself—but that was exactly why he felt they could be called flowers.

Vacuum Flower.

Down in the new generation underground warehouse of the Blind Eye Society, he had once seen something that gave him a very similar impression.

It was that Furnace captured by the Sage, which the members of the Society used to forge the Golden Saint Robe.