A familiar scent.
The quarrel at the Holy Land Pool was left behind, and the Witch's goal was clearly defined.
The moment Fu Qian's hand was grasped, he realized he had arrived at a special place.
The scene before his eyes seemed undeniably familiar.
Specifically, he couldn't see any scene.
Dark Night, this experience was all too familiar.
In a short time, how many times had he encountered it?
Though what lay ahead didn't seem very stable.
Of course, regardless of the perception, Fu Qian was not eager to voice his opinion, he entrusted time to the Witch.
"We've found it."
Not too long after, the Witch's voice echoed in the darkness.
She repeated the words spoken before the departure, sounding calm and emotionless.
"It's 'mother's' power, but it's already very weak.
"This darkness is protecting this place, and it's the foundation of its existence. If I cancel it out, it might cause this place to collapse directly."
The subsequent judgment given was exceedingly certain.
