The door was still there.
Indeed, as an entity capable of killing a New God, the Red Moon truly was powerful.
Fu Qian ran all the way without any obstacles, returning to the terrace once again.
At this moment, his physique could be called a perfect specimen of muscle.
The skin that had originally been stripped off was not so troublesome to regenerate, but the accumulated imbalance finally erupted, and even the Return Edict had some difficulty resisting it.
Struggling to maintain control, for the moment he could only ensure that nothing extra grew out.
However, these were minor details. The Divine contamination from the Blood Lake had largely been cleaned away with his recent actions.
Getting this done, the mission was a complete success.
Even if he didn't want to go back in such a shocking state, he could rest a bit longer on the Half-step Moon—wait a second.
Just as Fu Qian was about to step through the door, he noticed a change.
Had the Tide stopped?
