[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-facing-an-ancient-god-for-a-year":3,"chapter-facing-an-ancient-god-for-a-year-facing-an-ancient-god-for-a-year-chapter-1312":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Facing an Ancient God for a Year",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":20,"prevChapterSlug":21,"totalChapters":22,"novelImage":23},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":16,"volume":17,"translator":18,"content_hash":19},969238,1268,"Chapter 1310: 1308: Morning Sleep","facing-an-ancient-god-for-a-year-chapter-1312",1312,"\u003Cp>Chapter 1310: Chapter 1308: Morning Sleep\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the town square, the Celestial Sphere Sect once again proved their distinguished reputation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Following Fu Qian’s reminder, Amila and the others shifted their gazes toward the little chapel, their expressions turning grim.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They seemed genuinely guilty about disturbing someone’s morning slumber.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But orders were orders, and the three exchanged glances swiftly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Let’s go in and take a look.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The most composed among them, Simon, made the final decision, though his eyes were fixed on Fu Qian as he spoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clearly, Simon hadn’t let the strange sight before them distract him from their current mission, maintaining an air of professionalism.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright, the sound is oddly familiar to me, even.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fu Qian seemed entirely unfazed and agreed readily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As they walked past the square, Fu Qian even greeted an elderly woman seated on a bench feeding pigeons—the only human presence in sight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unfortunately, the woman seemed overtly shy, never lifting her head. Instead, she stretched out her left hand, holding a handful of peas, as if asking, “Would you like some?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Having already eaten breakfast, Fu Qian naturally declined politely, glancing at his three companions for their input.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without a doubt, he was refused as well. Amila’s expression was now indescribable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clearly, luxury had left her selective about her breakfast options.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fu Qian shook his head in regret, raised his hand to touch the intricately patterned chapel door, and gently pushed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unlocked, but immovable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The trio, Simon included, had been watching Fu Qian’s every move, so they naturally noticed the anomaly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Fu Qian raised his hand to knock, Amila stopped him abruptly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To the side, Simon raised his Broad Sword once more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lead Flame roared to life as Amila pulled Fu Qian aside. Simon silently stepped forward, weapon poised at the door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Screech—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But at that moment, with a faint scraping sound, the door opened slightly on its own.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What’s more, the strange chanting ceased abruptly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Turns out, this method of waking people is pretty efficient.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fu Qian watched with admiration, stepped forward without prompting, and pushed the door wide open.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hiss!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sound of sharp inhalations from behind him rose almost simultaneously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The chapel wasn’t large, its structure simple enough to take in at a glance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Empty and silent, the elegant pulpit itself remained intact, while the chairs and tables beneath were in utter disarray.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet, this didn’t mean the chapel was devoid of an audience.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Raising their sights, above the massive insignia of the Celestial Sphere Sect, they noticed someone reclining diagonally in midair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Indeed, no visible means of support; they were simply suspended in an unusual position, as if still lost in slumber.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The evidence supporting this eerie assumption? They hadn’t even dressed themselves yet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In fact, around them floated over a dozen others—some plump, some thin, some male, some female—all mirroring the same posture, suspended in midair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As their breathing continued, their bodies gently swayed up and down, as if lulled by unseen currents.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A familiar scene, isn’t it?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fu Qian sighed softly, stepping lightly into the chapel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It hadn’t been long ago, in a place called Old Town, that he encountered a similar occurrence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He himself had been part of the small group that opened the vault doors there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To be fair, that sight had been even more… jarring.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What is going on here!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Breaking the silence, Amila finally transformed into the first impolite visitor, voicing her incomprehension aloud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So, what does Lord Praut look like?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fu Qian raised a finger to his lips, gesturing for quiet as he asked in a hushed tone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While speaking, he intentionally scrutinized the appearance of each suspended figure, as though preparing to cross-reference them to the answer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unfortunately, the strange sight coupled with Fu Qian’s question seemed overwhelming for Amila.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her gaze turned vacant as she stared at Fu Qian, momentarily struck speechless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Lord Praut isn’t among them.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Simon interjected, taking up a vigilant stance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“From the clothing on the ground, it looks like these are townsfolk, along with a few novice members. The sounds earlier were likely coming from them.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Reginald’s expression was visibly troubled, but he inspected the scattered garments on the floor seriously before offering his conclusion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s beyond comprehension—what happened here? And where is Lord Praut now?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clearly, this question cut too deeply; neither Simon nor the recovered Amila could provide an answer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why not just ask them?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the sideline, Fu Qian proactively suggested.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“According to Amila, Lord Praut has been here for quite some time; the townsfolk should recognize him.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wait, seriously?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The suggestion earned Fu Qian two incredulous looks, tinged with subtle concern for his sanity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet, Fu Qian appeared oblivious, as his gaze locked onto one particular figure—nearly the highest point of the chapel’s dome.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back in Old Town, he had eventually found a graceful noblewoman and engaged her in friendly, candid conversation. Maybe this time would be similar?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hey!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fu Qian called out, unreservedly, waving at the long-haired figure’s shrouded face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The chapel erupted into a ripple of unrest. His voice seemed to jar everyone from their dreamlike state, as all the faces slowly turned toward the group.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The faint breaths, already quieting, utterly ceased with this collective motion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sadly, this eerie silence lasted no more than five seconds before Fu Qian’s call was met with an infinitely sharper chant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bizarre breathing intensified, ascending in pitch and volume, its unnerving resonance scratching at the marrow of their bones.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While unnerving to the others, Fu Qian seemed unaffected, only observing his companions’ reactions with detached amusement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He then noted something else: while the group sang with closed eyes, the strained breathing had clearly emanated from the long-haired figure he’d addressed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Something unseen is entangling them—affecting their mental states as well. It’s dangerous—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Reginald’s warning trailed off as his gaze froze in alarm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Dark Moon Apostle, after a brief survey of the scene, suddenly leaped to grip a nearby pillar. Using the leverage, he nimbly vaulted higher, seeming intent on reaching the suspended figures despite Reginald’s caution.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seriously—he’s really going to ask someone?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Amila, equally stunned, displayed glowing patterns on her skin—an almost reflexive release of her shield.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her defensive measures had barely activated before their de facto scout reached the long-haired target, latching onto the dome’s edge and hanging in the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hello, miss,” Fu Qian’s voice rang from above, calm and unmoved by the uncanny situation. “Could I trouble you for a moment?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the disturbed breathing escalated, he continued, waving amicably. “I’d like to talk about our Pontiff and savior—the great Dark Moon.”\u003C\u002Fp>",1097,"2026-06-03T07:51:05.259Z","2026-06-03T07:51:08.635Z",1,"novelbin.me","bf5419435277b861c8ce26f26a156b8b876aa7d6864362ddbcac391db4ad5099","facing-an-ancient-god-for-a-year-chapter-1313","facing-an-ancient-god-for-a-year-chapter-1311",2389,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Ffacing-an-ancient-god-for-a-year-cover.jpg"]