Facing an Ancient God for a Year
Chapter 1255 - 1253: Dark Moon Gospel

Chapter 1255: Chapter 1253: Dark Moon Gospel

"Really? No wonder I felt an instant connection when I saw this watch."

In the bedroom filled with the scent of incense, Fu Qian, impressed by Reginald’s principles, marveled but did not rush to accept the item. Instead, he turned to glance at Amila.

The latter’s expression was slightly solemn.

Compared to before when deciding whether to have "more," her stance seemed reversed with Reginald’s.

One advocated, the other hesitated.

"If I take it, is there anything else I need to do?"

Fu Qian maintained his smile, asking a question.

"...What you need to do has nothing to do with whether you take this or not."

Amila remained silent for several seconds, finally shaking her head slowly under the combined scrutiny of Fu Qian and Reginald.

"We will report the recent events as quickly as possible to get the Sect’s higher-ups’ opinion."

"But regardless, considering your final behavior, there will certainly be more things requiring your cooperation in the future."

With a sigh, Amila spoke with remarkable honesty.

"This time, you probably don’t have the option to refuse."

"More... Just hearing about it excites me. In that case, I won’t stand on ceremony."

Nodding repeatedly, Fu Qian finally accepted the pocket watch from Reginald while shaking his head at the dialogue.

Why didn’t he find it strange at all...

Amila’s stiffened face didn’t seem overly shocked either.

For someone purely pursuing joy inside a Nightmare, the more the better—why would they be afraid of the Sect’s potential reactions?

"How are you feeling now?"

Not lingering on this point, Amila shifted focus as she scrutinized Fu Qian, conducting a final inquiry.

"Great, just as good as before."

Fu Qian answered candidly, with an air of ease.

Most comforting of all was the earlier confirmation that the damage to his clothes within the Nightmare had not transferred outside.

"I believe you’re telling the truth."

Amila glanced at Reginald, who gave a slight nod, and finally said,

"Because we can’t sense any changes in you."

"The reassuring thing is, neither you nor this gentleman brought out any pollution. We’ve successfully completed a night patrol."

What an optimistic outlook!

Although the Nightmare’s intrusion appeared troublesome, it seemed far from exceeding the Sect’s control. The staff’s confidence was evident.

Fu Qian silently commented on this.

"Night patrol, is this part of your daily routine?"

"For approximately the past month, yes."

As Amila spoke, her tone carried hints of weariness.

"In this period, I’ve encountered more bizarre phenomena than in the past few years combined."

"Luckily, situations like tonight’s don’t happen often."

Her casual remarks were paired with a sympathetic glance toward the bedridden gentleman.

"This is his second time soaking in the pool, and the torment he suffered along the way qualifies as the worst on record."

This poor guy indeed endured a little too much.

Fu Qian wholeheartedly agreed.

"What about the previous Hunters?"

"Hunting in the real world? Their operations are far less frequent. Otherwise, this city wouldn’t be able to bear it."

"Additionally, don’t worry. While they’re difficult to communicate with, with our endorsement, the Hunters certainly won’t trouble you."

Amila seemed to misunderstand Fu Qian’s intent in asking.

"Moreover, I promise you won’t be drawn into any special hunting dimensions again. However, what you demonstrated at the end..."

The recollection made Amila’s expression abruptly serious.

"Does it originate from that World Within the Painting?"

"Is it strong?"

Fu Qian, brimming with pride, completely ignored Reginald’s furrowed brow.

"Indeed... such icy coldness affects more than just matter—willpower, and seemingly everything nearby gets frozen."

As Amila described it, a trace of lingering dread appeared in her tone.

"So, what exactly is it?"

"Dark Moon."

Fu Qian gestured at the sky, his expression suddenly grave.

This world had a moon as well, though at present, it was merely a crescent faintly resembling a new fang and bore no resemblance to the Dark Moon.

"Silent, elegant, reigning over darkness."

"Wherever I go, She has always sheltered me."

"Once, I believed I had lost Her favor, but reality proved that She never abandoned Her less devout followers."

...

Given the previous experiences, this sentiment was understandably hard to refute.

Still, the notion that it was a gift derived from faith seemed to raise some concern.

Amila hesitated, then voiced her opinion after some thought.

"Remarkable power, almost reminiscent of Star Law. The Sect’s higher-ups will likely take great interest in this and pursue every means to help you reproduce it."

That goes without saying—what I’ve been using already incorporates the Burning Frost Effect of Decree Residue.

Fu Qian inwardly sneered at Amila’s commentary.

Despite the rhetoric about the Dark Moon above, the protective intervention was far from simple. Up till now, the Pontiff was decisively absent.

From the Thread of Concern onward, it was an impeccably staged act of self-direction.

The pollution’s filth targeting him was one matter, but ensuring the Sect’s subsequent resource allocation required showing Reginald and the others something truly extraordinary.

Thus, once confirming that Amila and Reginald couldn’t do anything further, Fu Qian resolved to bring forth the Pontiff’s Gospel into this realm.

Regarding the display method, his decision to utilize Decree Residue was based on three reasons.

Firstly, prior testing had confirmed that this move looked visually stunning under Frostburn, producing the most impactful impression.

Secondly, its effect resembled an aura—being a non-direct attack Skill that wouldn’t arouse excessive suspicion.

Finally, and most crucially, its form closely resembled the Sect’s decrees.

Not that he aimed to cultivate goodwill with the Sect—often, peers become adversaries.

No matter; hostility is merely another form of attention.

All he wanted was to exploit the Sect to the fullest extent.

To make them exhaustively invest resources in seeking the World Within the Painting.

"Help?"

As thoughts swirled, Fu Qian suddenly feigned puzzlement, snapping his fingers.

An icy chill swept invisibly across the room in an instant.

"Why would recreating require help?"

...

Witnessing the figure once more enveloped in ethereal frost, Amila and Reginald were both stunned into immobility.

How could it be possible? He could use it freely?

Wasn’t this more akin to mastering Star Law?

Initially dismissed as a miracle of last-resort survival, especially considering no observable changes were detected on the volunteer as he claimed...

The contrast was far too extreme!

As her thoughts regained clarity amidst the shock, Amila’s immediate response turned to another critical issue.

"Put it away quickly—he’s dying."

Glancing hurriedly at the man on the bed, she shouted anxiously toward Fu Qian.