Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 1646: Chapter 1641: Blood Falls Long Steps

The white frost subsides, and the mirror reflects brightness.

As Fu Qian toyed with the bell staff in his hand, not a single sound could be heard around him.

However, at the same time, the mirrors in sight seemed to have returned to their original nature, reflecting true images.

Due to the crossing angles, a glance reveals a multitude of overlapping figures.

Especially when Fu Qian finally put away the bell staff and stepped forward, it became like a kaleidoscope of shifting illusions.

These simple visual deceptions, of course, could not affect Fu Qian.

He was more curious about the shape of the passage itself.

From the invisible path earlier to the current Mirror House, there was a change of dimensional proportions to some extent.

This palace of illusions seemed to be becoming more and more real.

He wondered if the deeper the fall, the quantitative changes might lead to qualitative changes.

It even became more lively.

Besides the mathematical prodigy from before, Fu Qian thought about the scene when he first entered here.

The numerous figures of saints cloaked in white robes.

People often have a tendency of habitual thinking, referencing the images seen while walking, it’s easy to interpret them as shadows cast by the prodigy figure.

But what if they weren’t?

Based on earlier conjectures, the prodigy figure probably had a very unusual relationship with the tree; what if those figures under the robes were the same as him?

All of them were saints, and was he being observed from the start?

This is not alarmist talk but originates from good mental habits and superior insight.

Because although it was a fleeting glimpse, Fu Qian remembered very clearly that not every figure had the same physique as the prodigy figure.

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So, what did Old Master Huang and the others encounter when they descended to this depth?

Chaotic illusions, perhaps not even a simple passage.

Moving in the only direction, Fu Qian even found a long staircase made of mirrors and did not hesitate to continue up.

It seemed almost certain that Old Master Huang and their purpose was not pure, and from the earlier conjectures, even though they didn’t realize their mistake too late, all they could do was grit their teeth and continue downward.

Considering he had always been easygoing, Fu Qian did not feel that a strange place like the Mirror House was his exclusive domain, and naturally thought about what kind of scenes they might encounter if they walked here.

Would saints appear there too?

One or several?

Whose face would they transform into?

The so-called as long as there is a vibrant curiosity, there will always be knowledge for you to seek.

With a light-hearted question mark on his mind, he encountered no further obstacles on his path, and Fu Qian finally arrived at the bottom of the long staircase.

And the end of this section of the Mirror House.

The gorgeous and pristine steps extended down to a rugged rocky surface.

This was the bottom of a cavern, where the Mirror House connected starkly to jagged rocks.

It gives the impression as if a colossal entity had been embedded into the mountain pass in a chaotic and broken form, becoming more real as it descended.

It was smooth, but the question that follows is it’s hard to imagine the relationship between this colossal entity and the tree.

After all, this place doesn’t seem suitable for the latter.

How it emerged always leaves one feeling there is an endless mystery within.

As Fu Qian pondered, his steps already treaded on the green-black rock.

”This doesn’t look too good.”

At the next moment, gazing at the scene ahead, he let out a genuine sigh of admiration.

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This is by no means an exaggeration.

Whether in shape or size, one can see that this cave remains consistent in style with the previous rock walls.

It can to some extent prove that he hadn’t inadvertently walked into some Otherworld Space through the Mirror House.

But the problem precisely lies here.

It is the same place, but this cave ascends.

Even though the angle is not significant and could be called gentle, it is undoubtedly upwards.

When the rescue team arrives here with the accumulated survival experiences, seeing such a scene, their inner feelings might be rather unspeakable.

Snicker...

Amid a particularly subtle sound, Fu Qian wiped his chest with his hand, instantly staining it red.

His thoughts did not delay his actions, already having taken several steps forward by now.

The resulting change could confirm that the place hadn’t changed.

A wound from inside out suddenly pierced his lung at that moment, opening up his chest.

The rule of being pierced by a sharp edge when ascending remains, and to some extent, a conclusion can be drawn.

That is, the Punishment for going against the rules seems to intensify with the individual’s Ranking.

At least as Fu Qian saw it, if such a blow fell on Xiao Ying, it would likely be more than just spilling some blood.

And this also means that even High-level Extraordinaries cannot withstand much longer just relying on their own qualities.

Of course, that’s generally speaking, as for professionals like us, it’s merely a bother that the clothes are hard to clean.

Looking down at the red stain on his chest, Fu Qian felt regret, but his steps didn’t falter.

Another bloom of blood sprayed forth, and Fu Qian had already turned a corner, his gaze suddenly — expanding.

The scene around the corner was incomparably larger and more orderly.

But this time it wasn’t even a mirror surface but directly transformed into a long staircase built of white stones for walking.

Its texture was clear and polished smooth, with floral and vine patterns visible on either side, exquisite.

The only problem was the staircase was also ascending.

And the incline exceeded sixty degrees, the stairs stretching over a hundred steps in view.

And then the blood flowed like a waterfall.

Yes, removing the railings on both sides, the remaining parts of the stairs were completely covered by an unnaturally bright blood flow, without a single gap.

And almost like it had an added thickening agent, the soundless flowing bloodfall, the surface didn’t ripple at all, forming a nearly smooth surface just slightly inferior to the mirror.

This special state extended from the top downwards, finally converging into a pool as bright as a mirror.

It was truly a desperate sight, as with such a height difference, even in perfect condition, one might die ten times over.

Fu Qian took two more steps forward, shaking his head as another red stain bloomed on his body.

From this angle, the nearby team’s behavior of disrupting the natural ecology can be entirely understood.

Indeed, at this moment, not far to the side of where he stood, several people were looking cautiously out from a hole clearly not formed naturally.

No way forward, so you dig one, Fu Qian found this scene unsurprising.

He never underestimated the human survival instinct.