Horror of the Olden Days
Chapter 2435

The Prophet Is Dead (18)

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Crack!

Thankfully, although the window was a little old, it could still be opened.

As things changed and people were gone, Fu Qian pondered the Ram-headed Demon's disappearance. He didn't go searching inside the building, but simply pulled open the window in front of him.

The Great Fortune Ming King's radiance poured down over this dead place at an even greater intensity.

It was certainly the same building, though much of its outer wall had peeled away.

The surrounding buildings also came into sharper focus. Aside from being far quieter, they matched the scenery he'd seen earlier one by one.

Most important of all, though, was the long-missed view of the lake.

Straight ahead, the place as perfectly round as if drawn with a compass was now clearly in sight.

It looked somewhat different from before. The lake's once mirror-flat surface was gone, and at a glance, there didn't seem to be a drop of water left.

That's right. The Sage's Lake, which had looked like the very heart of Unseen Hill during the last mission, now appeared completely dried up in this lightless Unseen Hill.

Even so, the exposed lakebed remained extraordinary--

If the lake had once been a perfect circle, then from this angle, the dried-up lake seemed to have become a sunken hemisphere.

Wasn't that a bit much? He hadn't thought it held such an astonishing volume of water the last time he'd been here. There hadn't even been a sign warning of dangerous depths.

As he marveled at the sight, Fu Qian stepped out once more, just as he'd entered the Gate of Freedom moments ago.

Even the howl of the wind sounded lifeless.

This time, he didn't end up back indoors after walking outside.

His feet suspended in midair, Fu Qian went into free

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