Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 2221: Chapter 2216: King of Riven Limbs (6)

Indeed, it’s a unique local custom, just as the two gatekeepers introduced.

The young man was full of style, and Fu Qian didn’t insist; he just watched the upright little figure depart into the distance.

Even the clothes were thoroughly proper, simple yet dignified.

The only pity was that there was no distinctive emblem to help imagine more about that ”Lonely King.”

Of course, it wasn’t entirely fruitless. As the copper Rattle Bell rang out, Fu Qian discovered a crisscrossed mark in the palm gripping it.

Due to palm size, the scale was proportionately smaller, but the color was equally vibrant red.

Does it mean everyone here is a winner of the group interview?

With this guess, Fu Qian glanced around once more, feeling the atmosphere had become lively.

And certainly, the most crucial point was that the intersected mark was evidently different from his, raising suspicions that this was a unique identity code.

Such that disguising others seemed impossible — Good, let’s see who dares impersonate me, Ariel.

Snorting coldly, Fu Qian already turned with hands behind, swept around the street corner toward the distance.

Although it’s beyond the range of the mental map, it should be in this direction.

Neither hurried nor sluggish, yet his posture resolute, Fu Qian seemed to walk within a long-anticipated Holy Sanctuary.

The ”direction” of the so-called destination was actually straightforward.

When uncertain where to go on pilgrimage, his goal was clear, which was to go to the ”place where dreams begin,” the chosen spot.

Of course, this didn’t mean Fu Qian believed there would definitely find ”Lonely King” clues there.

He merely thought ”someone would believe he’d go there to find clues.”

This description was indeed somewhat abstract; simply put, due to his previously conspicuous behavior, the probability of encountering those ambushing him there would be much higher than elsewhere.

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So, what’s the origin of this place?

As he continued walking, the curiosity in his heart was equally strong.

Almost from the start, Fu Qian speculated, based on various signs, that this place might be similar to Akons’ nature.

Whereas all group members, except himself, were lost souls who unknowingly strayed into the depths of the mental world.

Until this moment, having bested many rivals and pierced through the illusion barrier to arrive at the ”Great Court,” this view became even more steadfast.

On one hand, there was indeed such overlapping structures that made the reality of this town instantly more dubious.

On the other hand, although the sight wasn’t a dead city, in Fu Qian’s view, it certainly wasn’t a normally-operating place.

Solitary or in groups, walking along he had seen dozens of people, a common trait was none were engaged in social production operations.

Many resembled the little boy met initially, with an air of true style.

But don’t talk about them; even those with less style seemed immersed in some kind of transcendent experience without a hint of work aura.

Fu Qian even saw shop-type buildings on the roadside, but the operational model was clearly zero-dollar purchase, dilapidated and messy.

Through this, again supporting previous speculations, yet had to face one question — where did the place and people come from?

Having walked to this point, he just now saw a bit of familiar traces, enough to prove the town’s vast scale.

Calculating population density even slightly would yield an exaggerated total number.

Are all lost souls in the mental world?

Isn’t the scale a bit too large? Are there really that many who like exploring the inner world?

Perhaps this could be explained by annual accumulation, yet how did this ”court” come to be?

From earlier understanding, the barriers like Akons seemed to have originated from once-devout faith, with self-nature changed in the Long Night, falling into mental world depths.

But let’s not say never heard of the ”Lonely King” title, even if he’s ignorant, these buildings seemed off?

Even though previously described as classical style, honestly, compared to Akons, it’s far too modern, lacking much of historical sediment feeling.

Seeing citizens seem idle, surely the Lonely King didn’t expand it to reward his subjects, did he?

Or could it be, unlike Akons, this place was inherently young and not born in the Long Night?

This is undoubtedly somewhat of a shocking idea.

Additionally, although no definitive judgment can be made yet, it even sounds a bit absurd, but one conclusion can seemingly be drawn — regardless of situation, compared to Insight and Wisdom God, the ”Lonely King” is lively.

”Look!”

Not disappointing the praise, in the next moment, a figure blocked the way, raising an arm in front.

”Look at what?”

Though the tone wasn’t courteous, Fu Qian didn’t force through, stopped and curiously asked back.

”Did you see the ’King’? His red color.”

The opposing arm was still raised there, voice excited.

”I saw it.”

Glancing at the hand almost pressed to his nose, Fu Qian nodded.

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The palm also had a mark, indeed red and glaring, further proving the possible identity of all figures here as group winners.

But what Fu Qian saw wasn’t just that red.

Though supposedly adult-sized bones, beyond the vivid mark, the visitor’s flesh was somehow shriveled, scarcely better than the living dead.

And the cause was straightforwardly visible — blood leeches.

Perhaps the species was unique, but undeniably likened creatures.

Even close to the nose, the scent was intensely fishy.

White and glaring, the questioner’s robe was wide, just the exposed hand and forearm behind showed over a dozen leeches, clinging tightly like waxy yellow skin.

Each was at least finger-length, unlike the dry body, all so swollen as if about to burst, with their bodies semi-transparent.

Such that a glance showed the flowing blood color seemed to interlace brightly.

So, although all inside were followers of ”Lonely King,” do everyone’s ideas bloom freely?

The boy earlier said the timing wasn’t right; now this one tried creatively to directly reflect the ”His” great glory?

It’s not just imagination within; blood light seemed to spread, seemingly reflecting onto himself.

Fu Qian looked down only to see skin on the back of his hand becoming lively, even slightly squirming relative to other parts.