Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Liang Yuntian had once said that the mouse hole appeared in the basement, so it wasn’t difficult to find.

Fu Qian took a few random steps and found the entrance to the underground garage.

It was evident that this place had aged, with massive space where only a lamp near the entrance was still lit.

Under the dim light, bicycles covered in dust and various other items were piled up in one corner.

Next to this pile of junk, the floor had collapsed in one spot, revealing a pitch-dark hole.

This must be it, yet the scene wasn’t as horrific as imagined, nor could he see any mice.

Fu Qian walked up to the edge of the hole and stopped, a damp and warm moldy smell hitting his face, and he could vaguely see the rotten wood below, surrounded by mushrooms and moss.

Imagining a group of people, barefoot, jumping down from here to catch mice, he could understand why Liang Yuntian had run off.

But times change, and the transformed Liang Yuntian would probably be deep into the challenge by now, driven by hunger.

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“I have a bad feeling about this, you better be careful.”

The Interlocutor’s voice rang in his mind.

“I thought you were asleep, isn’t a bad feeling supposed to be a good thing? After all, we’re looking for the anomalies in Nightmare.”

“That’s one way to look at it, but I really have a bad feeling. Anomalies also mean danger, and you might not be strong enough to deal with it yet.”

“I have to admit, you’ve done fairly well so far, but in a Nightmare, any slight carelessness could be fatal.”

“Don’t worry, I’m always cautious.”

As he said this, Fu Qian jumped down without hesitation.

Although the Worm of Erosion was no longer inside him, he had still undergone a certain degree of fusion with it.

Aside from his strength being enhanced, his vision had also improved, so seeing things in the dark was not too difficult.

Of course, even if it were pitch black, Fu Qian would still feel his way through.

Liang Yuntian was almost the best fighter he could find now; there was no way he’d let him go to waste without a trace.

He didn’t expect him to actually kill Godson, but having devoured at least two people, his combat potential was somewhat reliable.

The opportunity he had fought for had to be put to good use.

Below the hole was an underground passage, with supporting wooden planks long decayed, and he stepped into waters unknown years old.

The water barely reached his ankles, dark with a greenish tinge, and it was even slightly warm to the touch.

After walking a distance, Fu Qian noticed that the space around him was becoming increasingly exaggerated.

Just the height above his head, if it were real, would mean that the apartments above would have to lose half their space.

“Is this an overlapping space caused by that mist?”

Fu Qian asked.

“Yes, logically, after the mist dissipated, it should have disappeared just like the other strange phenomena outside, I’m not sure why it’s still here.” ＲἁƝỐβÈȘ

The Interlocutor quickly responded.

“Doesn’t that prove that this is the anomaly in Nightmare? It means we have found the right place.”

“Perhaps.”

The Interlocutor sounded unenthusiastic and clearly lacked confidence.

“It could be the path to death.”

Before the Interlocutor finished speaking, an anomaly occurred in the water underfoot.

First, ripples formed, and then, like it had come to life, the water quickly receded backwards.

What’s this?

Fu Qian pressed himself against the wall and moved forward quietly along the direction of the water flow, and soon, the view opened up before him.

This must be part of a grand structure, with a huge space nearly a hundred meters high, at the center of which was a dark green pond.

A giant bubble was swelling up above the pool, and in the middle of it was Liang Yuntian, already beyond recognition.

His white lab coat was filthy, his face lacerated in multiple places, and several scorpion-tail-like sharp bone spines were bursting out from his back, frantically tearing at everything around him.

However, the bubble, seemingly fragile, was actually extraordinarily tough.

No matter how the scorpion tails pierced and punctured, they couldn’t even create a small hole, nor did the bubble tremble in the slightest.

In the direction he was facing, a figure was seated leisurely in a battered high-back chair.

“Didn’t you badly want to devour me? You can have your wish granted as long as you can make it over here,” the figure said.

The figure let out a low string of chuckles.

“It is said that young sharks will devour one another in their mother’s belly until only the strongest one remains. Do you think you’re engaging in the same behavior?”

“Sadly, you understand nothing and are merely a beast obsessed with hunger.”

“In fact, there is only one true young shark, and I can assure you, it’s definitely not you.”

What a pretentiously highbrow line! Could this be Qiu Chengyi?

Fu Qian watched the scene with great interest.

It must be said that his description was quite fitting.

At this moment, Liang Yuntian was indeed like a wild beast toyed with inside a cage.

Not only did he charge in all directions to no avail, but he also kept growling in his throat.

Yet, although trapped, he retained his combat strength, and Fu Qian was not in a hurry to step forward.

“There is an essential difference between us, and I will now prove it to you,” the figure said, while waving a hand.

More water pooled into the bubble, making it even more resilient.

“I have completed the synchronization and been recognized by this place.”

“This is something only the Godson can accomplish.”

“Now, let’s take it a step further!”

No sooner had the figure finished speaking than the water within the barrier began to churn violently, boiling like a pot.

This eerie scene brought Liang Yuntian’s frenzied state to a halt, and he instinctively stared at the ground beneath him.

The next moment, a massive rat burst forth from the water.

It was hairless, its body covered in a thin layer of pink skin, and almost as large as a chicken.

The moment it appeared, its strong hind legs propelled it straight toward Liang Yuntian’s face.

Caught off guard by the sudden attack, the bone spines on Liang Yuntian’s body instinctively swept past and sliced the creature in two.

Swipe!

It was like slicing open a thin-skinned watermelon, with red fluid instantly splattering everywhere.

However, that was just the first one.

Hundreds, if not thousands, of rats followed, surging out of the water and pouncing on Liang Yuntian like dumplings.

This really was some uncommon ability!

Fu Qian watched with relish from the sidelines.

This individual seemed capable of inducing that kind of spirituality mist on a small scale.

But Liang Yuntian wasn’t entirely wrong; these rats were not just hairless and massive, their forelimbs had also devolved to the point of near absence.

Yet their ferocity was first-rate as they continuously leaped forward violently. Their sharp gnawing teeth tore through everything they encountered, effectively creating a crimson storm.

And Liang Yuntian, at the center of this storm—even with his skin already hardened and deformed—could not avoid being bitten and scratched with long marks.

In just a few seconds, he was drenched in blood, and the rats kept pouring out relentlessly, until he was completely submerged.