Eldritch Horror Theatre

'The jianghu really is full of eccentric and extraordinary people!'

The proprietress's earlier behavior had been simply too normal. If he hadn't been in a Lucid Dream under his absolute control, he likely wouldn't have noticed this detail at all.

No wonder a certain sage once said that when roaming the jianghu, one should especially avoid provoking the elderly, children, and women.

Yet his entire conversation with the proprietress had been monitored from start to finish.

Judging by the reactions of the surrounding patrons, no one had found her claim of "never entering the blessing" unusual. Thus, the proprietress was likely telling the truth.

As for his own task, it clearly had to take place within the blessing. Based on this alone, he could rule out her involvement.

Regardless, he might as well go admire the glory of the Ancient Dragon Faith and join the excitement with the rest of the heroes.

...

This was no longer just dragging a small mountain along; it felt more like walking straight through one.

The transcendent item known as the Sunken Anchor truly had miraculous effects. Its intense restraint felt like something not even limb regeneration could shake off.

Of course, if Fu Qian really wanted to break free, he still had plenty of methods. It simply wasn't necessary right now.

A powerful, eccentric madman with an unknown background was simply too conspicuous in a place like this.

A powerful but simple-minded madman—especially one currently bound—would attract far less suspicion.

The next moment, hefting the Iron Anchor in his hand, he stepped into the clear, luminous realm that resembled a Heavenly Kingdom on Earth.

...

It really did feel like the lingering glow of bygone days!

He seemed to pass through a unique barrier, and a bright yet gentle light flooded his vision.

Even though there was no sun in sight, the radiance and solemnity made it feel like a late afternoon bathed in the setting sun.

Most importantly, what lay before him no longer looked like ruins.

Bathed in the light, a stretch of incredibly majestic architecture extended before him.

For a faith to flourish to this extent, the Combat Power of this legendary Ancient Dragon Deity must be absolutely absurd.

Faced with this shocking sight, even someone as experienced as Fu Qian couldn't help but marvel for a moment.

At the same time, he better understood why Old Man Tyr had made such a decision.

In a place this massive, a three-person team trying to hide and scavenge for a few items wouldn't face much risk as long as their luck held out.

Not to mention that the two widely recognized top Combat Powers would most likely adopt a conservative strategy after the recent sudden changes.

Unfortunately for him, this wasn't good news.

In such a sprawling expanse, how was he supposed to find that Oathbreaker whose death omen was shining so brightly?

Bearing this profound question in mind, Fu Qian strolled calmly through a scene that likely dated back a thousand years.

There were no traces of living people for now, and his perception was hindered; anything slightly further away was just a chaotic blur.

The scenery before him didn't seem continuous. Instead, it was stitched together piece by piece, somewhat reminiscent of the Goddess of Sins' domain.

Furthermore, both the architectural style and the ubiquitous Emblems perfectly matched those at the small inn. They were clearly of the same origin.

Clack!

Amid his assessment, Fu Qian suddenly accelerated, stepping across a Dislocated set of stairs.

This movement caused the drag from the Sunken Anchor to suddenly more than double.

Following his motion, a drop of brilliant golden liquid plummeted from the sky, shattering into a blurry halo of light exactly where he had just been standing.

If he hadn't sped up, it would have landed squarely on him.

Of course, this was just the beginning. More golden droplets fell like a sparse drizzle, enveloping everything around him.

...

It was some form of exceedingly pure power, and its specific effects couldn't be determined just yet.

Silently analyzing this abrupt change, Fu Qian suddenly slowed his pace again, shifting diagonally at an ingenious angle.

This maneuver allowed him to weave cleanly through the raindrops once more.

Although they might not have negative effects, there was no need to let himself get drenched for now.

Naturally, the simplest way to avoid the rain would be to kick open a nearby door and step inside for shelter.

After all, this stuff clearly couldn't pass through walls.

'But would a peerless master do something like that?'

...

Over the next few minutes, relying on his perfect control over every shred of his flesh and blood, Fu Qian stopped and started abruptly, slipping into a rhythm that nearly defied physics.

His erratic, drifting movements would probably drive a genuine martial artist to seek psychological counseling to prevent a total breakdown.

Yet, these very actions allowed him to traverse the light rain without a single moment of delay.

By now, Fu Qian had even figured out the source of the rain.

Right above his head, the wind had gathered the clouds in the blink of an eye, actually forming a river in the sky.

Indeed, it wasn't some cloud shaped like a river. It was a genuine, boundless expanse of golden liquid, as translucent as Amber.

The surging, turbulent currents were so intense he could even see the crashing waves.

It was as if the legendary Heaven-Reaching River had been suspended upside down above his head.

'Could I be lucky this time? Will a legendary Ancient Giant Dragon swim out of it in a moment?'

'Or is this something that routinely appears every time?'

'It's hard to be sure on my first visit. I might as well find someone to ask.'

The next moment, Fu Qian stepped sideways, stopped in front of a heavy bronze door, and raised his hand to knock.

...

Waiting always felt tedious, but fortunately, the people Inside the Door were polite enough.

About five seconds later, a mechanism clicked inside the bronze door. Amid the heavy sound of movement, Old Man Tyr's thoroughly solemn face peered out through a gap just wide enough for one person.

"Mind if I come in to dodge the rain?"

Fu Qian didn't even barge right in. He wore a smile, his manners impeccable.

'Do you look like you need to dodge the rain?'

The bronze door was pulled open a fraction wider. Next to Old Man Tyr, Nora also poked her head out with a bizarre expression.

Compared to the former, her ability to control her facial expressions was clearly a notch weaker.

Though she didn't say a word, her look alone confirmed that this team had indeed been admiring the peerless master's heroic bearing through the window just now.

"Of course. Please come in, Mister Lu."

However, Old Man Tyr was a straightforward man. He didn't ask such a pointless question. After taking a deep look at Fu Qian, he simply gestured and stepped aside.

"Thanks."

Fu Qian's smile didn't fade, but after thanking them, he frowned. Instead of entering, he twisted his body and reached out.

...

Perhaps because the impression he had just made was far too profound, this sudden movement nearly triggered a conditioned reflex from the three people inside the room.

However, the three of them barely managed to maintain their composure and soon realized that Fu Qian's target wasn't them, but the unceasing rain outside.

And in the blink of an eye, his hand retracted.

At a glance, one could see a shiny object clamped firmly between his index and middle fingers.

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