Realm of Fallen Gods.
If this guess was right, then each bubble represented a grave.
And so as not to waste Red Moon's help, he should probably hop into this grave, too.
The moment his finger touched the bubble, Fu Qian found himself restored from that abstract, two-dimensional state.
What appeared before him wasn't even the wilderness he'd just left, but a bona fide building: a corridor with a rather unusual design.
There were no windows or lights, yet it was unexpectedly bright.
And with Fu Qian's more discerning eye, he could tell that, despite its ordinary appearance, it was almost a perfect circle.
He had apparently arrived inside a strange building, just as he had that time when he followed Senior Liliana.
The problem was that, based on his earlier deduction, looking like a building didn't rule out the possibility that it was a divine corpse.
Another obvious change was that his perception was suppressed far more severely here than in Liliana's Hideout.
And the most unusual thing of all—the tide had stopped.
That's right. The invisible tide that had just been scraping flesh from bone had vanished without a trace the moment he entered.
Was it because he was indoors, sheltered from the wind?
The laws of classical physics clearly didn't apply here.
The tides he'd encountered before had never distinguished between inside and outside.
The buildings inside the hideout he'd just visited, and the flesh inside his armor, were both proof of that.
Besides, he could vaguely sense that the moment he entered, something peculiar had begun affecting him.
Should he return to the city for now? He'd already made some progress in pinpointing the location. In theory, next time he could ask Red Moon to open the door directly here.
Fu Qian turned to look at