The Sea of Sin · Crystal · Blade
Inverted Lake, Etched Wisdom, Depth Three.
A Fei held the blade in one hand and stepped over the gray feathers on the ground.
His movements were very slow. Fortunately, the latter remained perfectly still, and not a single feather touched him.
It wasn't that he was trying to describe it that way, but Fu Qian had to admit that the scene at that moment had an unmistakable air of The Moonlit Sword.
Even though they were actually deep beneath the sea, with nothing before them but a tiny point of lamplight.
When he realized that their logistical support was so good that the armory had followed them right behind, Hunter A Fei had clearly been taken aback.
But after the initial shock, his excessively guileless state of mind still gave him a sincere sense of security, and he strode resolutely toward the distance.
Fu Qian followed behind him, unhurried.
This was already his third time in Etched Wisdom, and the place was undoubtedly growing more familiar, but not necessarily clearer.
It was growing more dilapidated, and all kinds of bizarre sights were appearing one after another.
Though Fu Qian didn't think Etched Wisdom necessarily had clearly defined degrees of depth, it certainly felt like sinking deeper into a dream.
So why had things developed this way?
First of all, the Inverted Lake was undoubtedly at the heart of it.
Etched Wisdom had never been triggered so frequently in one place before, let alone with no break between episodes.
And secondly, no matter what, he himself was the catalyst.
Whether the effects were positive or negative, Etched Wisdom was theoretically his ability.
He had obtained it through insight into flesh and blood corrupted by this place.
All in all, it was a two-way