The cycle between emptiness and irritable gloom continued without end. Even demigods couldn't resist it.
Fu Qian naturally remembered his experience exploring Angel Dungeon vividly.
He still remembered Kelson, the Siren Group's manager of the wasteland region. The man had even been ready to quit the Jianghu and retire.
At the time, Fu Qian had understood the situation to be the result of a mirror containing the power of a Higher Being, one that could help people forge oaths.
During this annual separation, a special concept that oath-takers could collect had appeared: darkness awaiting purification.
Although Ji Yicheng, the one who had orchestrated everything, had ultimately fallen during the season of harvest.
There was no mirror in sight, of course, and not even a year had passed. But that only showed how powerful the fellow behind this was.
The first thing Fu Qian thought of was the Angel Corpse, locked to the floor in a kneeling position inside that hidden room in the dungeon.
One shouldn't forget who dug the well when drinking the water. After all, he'd borrowed that person's wing design more than once.
He still remembered how terrifyingly powerful that being had been. Even a single corpse had given a demigod considerable trouble.
Could it be a colleague who'd been lucky enough to escape?
To be honest, Fu Qian was quite eager to find out. He even believed he might get his answer. After all, don't forget that once the darkness separated from its source, someone still had to reap it.
That meant the one hiding away would probably have to show up.
That was also why, after forming that vague suspicion just now, Fu Qian had recommended waiting where they were.
One of the most important things knowledge did was keep people from being easily misled