Enthusiasm...
It was apparent that the Interlocutor still wanted to maintain a bit of a calm deanor, but quickly realized it was aningless in front of this guy, and ultimately squinted without saying a word.
"No need to be reserved, please believe that conveying this aning is a good thing for both you and ."
With such a reaction, Fu Qian, who was always understanding, naturally felt quite comforted.
"I’m the kind of person who always advocates mutual benefit. Actually, if you had manifested it a bit earlier, there might not have been a waste just now."
So it’s my fault again, right?
The Interlocutor still remained silent, even his facial lines stiffened a bit.
"The reason I did what I did just now is very simple. I felt the situation was getting out of control and thought to preserve that excellent tool a little."
Fu Qian didn’t mind this, and even explained the reason for wasting the opportunity.
"After talking with Brother Interlocutor, I increasingly do not regret the decision just now."
...
"You indeed displayed an extraordinary sensitivity..."
The Interlocutor naturally understood that Fu Qian’s "out of control" referred to the Transcendent performance in a nightmare that was tainted by Alarakir.
However, this did not an he understood Fu Qian’s actions.
"In such a situation, the marks left may not necessarily take you as the main focus, but even so, they’re not completely aningless."
"When Alarakir completes its descent, leveraging its power will also beco much easier for us."
"You wouldn’t really wish to accomplish it solely on your own, would you?"
"How much do you know about that world?"
Faced with this confusion, Fu Qian simply shook his head and asked back.
"Do you know what kind of reaction that tool would trigger if it exhibited anomalies just now?"
...
"Are you sure the Night Watchman can react that quickly?"
Fu Qian’s words once again prompted a brief silence, clearly showing that the Interlocutor did not want to expose any ignorance on this issue, even going as far as to bring up the Night Watchman proactively.
"Maybe not, but for now, the forces watching Shangjing are definitely more than one."
Unfortunately, for Fu Qian, such struggles seed utterly futile.
"Just the ones I know include the Native Council, the Holy Grail Sect, and even the recently erged Rebirth Club, and it is said that the latter has an Exiled God presiding over it."
When ntioning the last organization, even Fu Qian adopted a serious deanor, setting aside that dismissive view of worldly heroes.
"That’s also why I wanted to know more information about that higher existence."
"I need to verify if He really descends, what His first actions would be, and whether He would hide Himself carefully, thereby evaluating the consequences of continuing just now... as well as the risks."
"Do you think He would?"
...
It was apparent that besides the Night Watchman, the organization nas Fu Qian provided were sowhat beyond the Interlocutor’s grasp.
Especially the Rebirth Club, ntioning the Exiled God made his complexion visibly somber.
"I can only say that I can’t guarantee it."
And after a slight hesitation, indeed, the Interlocutor wasn’t all that confident about Alarakir’s rationality.
"Although I’ve been staying here, my understanding of Him is quite limited."
"Then how do you know this na?"
Fu Qian questioned without hesitation, full of a risk assessnt posture.
"The nightmare behind the door."
The exchange was getting right to the point, and the Interlocutor’s answer was indeed swift.
"So you haven’t given up hope, so which door was it?"
Praising in one breath, Fu Qian rembered clearly that the Interlocutor had ntioned each door was a way out of the corridor, although the opportunities within were extrely elusive.
"Of course, it’s the one you’ve been through."
Unfortunately, this acknowledgnt didn’t make the Interlocutor any more cheerful; he returned coldly.
"Although each nightmare behind the door is jointly dominated by higher existences, each has its focus."
"That particular door is slightly less chaotic because the will of Alarakir, which dominates it, is relatively more awake."
"But you still haven’t found your own opportunity."
While nodding to express gratitude, Fu Qian’s sharp critique was also incisive.
"No."
The Interlocutor showed no trace of embarrassnt, only sighing.
"Essentially, it’s a Divine Beings’ dream, dangerous and complex, simultaneously subjected to so kind of intense restriction."
"If it were that simple, Alarakir would have surely escaped long ago."
"It makes sense."
Fu Qian greatly agreed with this judgnt.
"A Divine Beings’ escape route being targeted heavily sounds like being locked in here?"
"You could think of it that way."
The Interlocutor did not refute this view.
"In any case, I have experienced all kinds of mixed fragnts, bizarre powers, and curious manifestations inside, and the na Alarakir appeared on a stone tablet."
"The mont I saw it, I knew it represented the master of that dream realm."
...
Stone tablet.
The Interlocutor’s recount of the pilgrimage journey naturally reminded Fu Qian of that book he consulted in the dream.
It sounded like the ranking was even higher.
"Besides the na, is there anything else?"
"Didn’t discover."
The Interlocutor shook his head firmly.
"I tried to observe more closely, but unfortunately, it was too unstable inside, switching to another scene in the blink of an eye."
"I can imagine, and understand why you value this residual dream so much."
Fu Qian nodded slowly.
"It’s not in vain that I’ve maintained it for so long."
"Although weak and crude, because it’s not a Divine Beings’ dream, the constraints it faces aren’t as strong as those behind the door."
The Interlocutor also did not continue to avoid, admitting the value of this dream realm.
"It’s ’our’ dominion, no need to be polite."
Fu Qian smiled, making a gesture.
"Are you sure?"
Staring at Fu Qian intently, monts later, the Interlocutor’s wings spread again, exuding peculiar oil paints.
"I’ve ntioned this is my sincerity for cooperation, and besides, I plan to continue trying to find new channels, not intending to just keep staying here."
Fu Qian’s attitude was always so confident.
"Since it’s so valuable, won’t it be best to grasp it right here? Of course, you can refuse, let it just dissipate."
"...since you’re so generous."
Seeing the previous painful experiences made the Interlocutor hesitate a bit, but with such conditions, there was obviously no harm to him.
Finally, after making up its mind, its stretched wings fluttered slightly.
Opposite, Fu Qian could clearly feel the order around being rapidly infected by so form of contamination, resonating with the Human-faced Worm in front of him.
Truly deserving of being a God Eroder, much more convenient than forcefully imposing one’s spirit.
With a sigh of admiration, Fu Qian truly did not use any control over the dream realm to obstruct, and in fact, the next mont his body shattered like foam, leaving a word of encouragent for the volunteer.
"You’ve worked hard."
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