The Seedbed of Artifact Species (23)
Hmph. What is there that I don't know how to do?
Even the Wandering Ronin Searching for His Wife could barely stay calm. That showed just how shocking his discovery had been.
And what exactly had he discovered?
Fu Qian rolled his only remaining shoulder, looking like someone whose wounds had just healed and who was loosening up his muscles.
In fact, that was exactly what had happened. Losing an arm was one thing, but the peculiar buildup from the ghostly claw's attack had now been completely cleared from his body.
All around them, spreading out from beneath his feet, everything—ice and stone alike—seemed steeped in a strong aura of blasphemy—
Fu Qian did the same thing the ronin had done, radiating outward the peculiar buildup that had formed from his wound.
"Have you ever gone into the Abyss to look for your wife?"
Ignoring the ronin's shock, Fu Qian continued with another question.
That's right. The key was the Abyss.
The moment his wound disappeared, Fu Qian had begun wondering where that faint sense of familiarity had come from, apart from the frenzied corruption.
And when the ronin had come all this way and activated his aura of suffering, Fu Qian had finally figured it out.
The place he had visited during the mission where he first met Henry, the cow cat.
In the end, he had tossed it into a frog's mouth. The frog had seemed calm, but it was also like an embodiment of the Abyss, its essence an endless, twisted frenzy.
On the one hand, that trait was what made it feel familiar. At the same time, the peculiar buildup from his wound healing seemed to have brought him closer to that place.
He had to admit, it was