"Could it really be Emperor Rob...? This world already had a master."
So the Sword Pavilion was actually a mushroom?
The bizarre sight seemed to stir memories of the past in the Academy of Revelation's temporary leader. He murmured to himself, sighing at the name of an Old Acquaintance.
But someone who had long held a high position at the Second Order of the transcendent realm wasn't likely to be shaken so easily.
The next moment, Fu Qian had already turned around and picked up the short sword that had left him with only one hand.
It still had that archaic air about it. Its former sharpness had long since been sheathed, replaced by a kind of rugged simplicity—Crack!
The sound rang out crisply as Fu Qian flicked a finger. The upper half of the short sword flew away.
"Even the species is a little different."
Repeating what he'd done before, he held the remaining half of the broken sword to his nose and sniffed. Fu Qian quickly marveled again, his gaze sweeping across all the remaining weapons.
"Never mind. I might as well go see an old friend... Who says there's no way forward for the Academy of Revelation?"
But he didn't actually break the rest of the collection one by one. He casually tossed the broken sword aside, didn't spare it another glance, and activated Blood Conquest.
Everything was normal. Traveling between dimensions posed no problem at all.
But that connection hadn't weakened in the slightest, either.
That wasn't surprising. It couldn't possibly be more effective than the Warehouse's shielding.
"Professor Fu, are you going in for a look today?"
When Fu Qian reached the outside and ended Blood Conquest, the gatekeeper soon spotted him.
The other man's reaction was as respectful as ever, as if this were