Wasn't the Road to Freedom a little too dark?
There really was no free fall. At that moment, Fu Qian realized he was still standing firmly on the ground—he'd only lost his vision.
Crystal had been right. The moment he'd fully stepped through the door, the change had happened instantly.
It wasn't especially uncomfortable. Everything had simply been swallowed by darkness.
Since his eyes were structurally sound, Fu Qian was more inclined to think he was in some kind of darkroom.
Of course, he wasn't about to jump to the conclusion that this was the Witch's "Night of No Light."
If a lack of light could explain it, reaching for some grander explanation right away would be a serious waste of resources.
What was more, the next moment Fu Qian didn't even try to turn on a light. Instead, he wandered a few steps through the darkness, guided only by the feel of the ground beneath his feet.
It was undeniably unpleasant. Supernatural Perception was already out of commission, and now he'd lost his vision too.
But that was how an ordinary person would feel. Fu Qian, on the other hand, found the experience fascinating. He even clenched one hand, feeling the emptiness in it.
That's right. It seemed the enchantment had worked perfectly. After passing through the Gate of Freedom, the Ram-headed Demon had truly gained freedom—it had vanished in an instant.
The amber Crystal had given him was still there, though, and hadn't shown any unusual reaction.
Tap!
At one point, Fu Qian's free hand struck something, and he stopped walking.
The texture was nothing special, but he could tell it was made of wood. And the shape even seemed—tap! Tap!
Fu Qian pointed into the air with his fingers and knocked twice more.
It was indeed a