Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 2862: Chapter 2857: Our Names

The world quieted down.

As the saying goes, without comparison, one cannot sense disparity. At that moment, Fu Qian seemed to grasp the essence of complete silence.

Indeed, the strange sound effect hadn’t suddenly appeared; rather, it emerged from the rapid vanishing of the surrounding clamor.

The island night’s vibrant backdrop sound suddenly had its volume turned down.

"Interesting."

Patch’s timely remark also proved it wasn’t his doing.

It seemed that the coupling theory not only gained real-world support but even took effect in an instant.

"However, it seems it might have some issues too."

Patch quickly gestured towards Fu Qian’s hand, indicating that even medicine could be poison, and side effects were unavoidable.

"Indeed."

Fu Qian wasn’t overly optimistic; after all, the commotion on the glove was peculiar—Fallen Blood seemed to have given up.

If before, it was like someone trapped yet still struggling, now it seemed to have embraced a philosophical resignation.

Despite being merely a mass of blood stains, not even closely resembling a human shape, at that moment, it oddly exuded a sense of relaxation, with even the ripples on its surface becoming gentle.

It didn’t seem like good news; initially intending to open a difficult yet hopeful upward path, it instead created an environment conducive to resignation?

Fu Qian sighed softly, seeming to understand the principle of extremes leading to a reversal.

"What just happened again?"

But as they say, if you don’t act, others will. In the next moment, new sounds emerged in the silence.

And surprisingly, it came from the nearby fetal orb, voiced by one of the dual performer’s duo, Kikuchi.

He had been holding back for a while, sounding somewhat startled.

"... This seems to be the voices of the entire archipelago. If you listen closely, you can tell they are all ordinary people."

Old Master Lu remained calm, making a judgment after a brief silence.

"Indeed... So what exactly is happening?"

Prompted, Kikuchi quickly agreed with this view, followed by more confusion.

"Hehe, it might not necessarily be bad news."

Lu Ming gestured for patience, even seeming to smile at that moment.

"On one hand, we no longer seem to be under attack; on the other hand, don’t you think this might be another form of flushing out the enemy?

"Since they can’t find us, they tried to condense the sound of the archipelago into one, hoping to find traces among it."

...

Even this has been turned upside down?

This reversed world feeling, as expected from the power of law.

The dialogue between Old Master Lu and the others always intrigued, so much so that Fu Qian didn’t mind the impending danger, listening intently to the entire conversation.

And with the situation now clear.

On one side, the connection among the archipelago outside the fetal orb disappeared; on the other side, the sounds seemed to have transmitted internally?

When the two communicated discreetly before, you could tell it seemed like they couldn’t feel the archipelago’s noise.

Possibly considering they voluntarily closed off perception, but it seemed it wasn’t a result of cautious choice, simply not hearing it.

Now, the inside and outside of the fetal orb have become reversed, each reflecting the other’s image.

Even Old Master Lu’s subsequent analysis sounded equally reasonable.

No direct attack continued; instead, replaced by this ambiguous chorus, indeed resembling a hunter frustrated by anxiety.

"But I’m already feeling bad, as if my body is collapsing—"

Even Kikuchi didn’t refute, only lamenting how long they still have to endure.

"We can only hope the opponent runs out of patience faster."

Old Master Lu sharply rebuffed, indicating they must endure despite the circumstances.

"From now on, remain completely silent. I worry this kind of communication might also be detected."

Moreover, he exhibited staggering caution, suggesting even mental exchanges should be temporarily silenced.

Is this the power of survival instinct?

"Wait a while, don’t rush."

In Fu Qian’s contemplation, Patch, who also listened to the duo’s conversation, slightly moved, seemingly catching something.

And gesturing for Fu Qian to maintain his stance and not hastily switch halos, he once again adopted an old trick, calmly reaching out into the void.

However, this wasn’t out of idle mischief towards the two old masters, but the direction was surprisingly outside the fetal orb.

"Uh... Huh..."

"Uh... Uh ah..."

Though holding nothing, it seemed to tear a wound in the night sky, retrieving a string of painful moans.

...

"Hoo—where is this?"

The infectious wail continued for a while; just when people thought it might persist indefinitely, everything abruptly ceased, replaced by a calm voice.

Like Old Master Lu, it was male, seemingly younger.

Including that question, it sounded as if prompted by Patch’s interference, yet the tone wasn’t particularly confused.

"So this is the place again, it’s here again..."

Not even waiting for a response, it was already answering itself.

"He’s not talking to us; this is a replay of a memory."

Seeing Fu Qian maintaining complete silence, Patch nodded in satisfaction, reminding him that no response was needed since it wasn’t a real-time conversation.

"Replacing the voice of the archipelago with its emergence?"

Fu Qian seemed to understand its origin.

Indeed, remarkable, with the archipelago’s clamor fading, something new actually appeared.

"Yes, although the process of realization has somewhat exceeded my perception, it seems your plan is effective."

Patch agreed with Fu Qian’s statement, gesturing towards his glove.

In just a moment, the Fallen Blood on it had seemingly lain down, asleep.

Due to Patch’s action, the interpretation took a significant turn.

It wasn’t truly lying down but struggling in another manner.

Perhaps the body remained distorted, and the features were misaligned, yet he seemed to have gained a slight opportunity for release, beginning to express a trace of residual self—

"Who are you again?"

Moreover, this reminiscence seemed to introduce a new character.

"Oh, right, you are me..."

But again, in the next moment, this reading comprehension was proven wrong.

The Fallen Blood sounded like it was looking in a mirror, momentarily unrecognizing due to absentmindedness.

"Then who are we? Your name... I can’t remember..."

It even sounded beyond absentminded, explicitly tired, expressing extreme weariness in self-talk—

"Herbert."

In tacit empathy, facing the voice’s final query, Fu Qian glanced at Patch, nodding, surprisingly offering an answer.

Yes, the Bloodline Clan’s First Apostle, Herbert.

He had even heard his voice in an item called "Ancient Reminiscence."