The door was still there.
It was proof that the Red Moon was truly powerful—no wonder it could take down a New God.
After running all the way back without encountering any obstacles, Fu Qian once again reached the terrace.
At this moment, he was a perfect specimen of muscle.
Regrowing the skin that had been stripped away hadn't been too troublesome, but the imbalance that had accumulated along the way had finally erupted. Even the Return Edict was struggling to hold it back.
Despite his best efforts to stay in control, for the moment he could only make sure he didn't grow anything extra.
But that was just a minor detail. The divine contamination from the Blood Lake had already been mostly cleared away by what he'd just done.
With that taken care of, the trip had been a complete success.
Even if he didn't want to go back looking like this and scare people, he could always rest a little longer on the Half-step Moon—wait a second.
Just as Fu Qian was about to step through the door, he sensed a change.
The tide had stopped?
Just like when it had appeared, the disorienting surge abruptly subsided. The countless beams of light froze in place for a second before returning to their state of aimless drifting, as if nothing had happened.
The only change was that the ruins before him seemed to have withered a little further.
Now he could completely understand how Senior Liliana had ended up like that.
As the thought crossed his mind, Fu Qian drew back the foot he'd already stepped forward with, opened another door at random, and sat down beside a large table.
He could recover here just as well.
The vast ruins were eerily quiet, the drifting lights fluttering gently.